Rural ancient poetry

Youshan west village

Author: Lu You

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Qingpingle country house

Author: Xin Qiji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

Country April

Author: Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Cunju

Author: Gao Ding

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Huan Su Sha Su Yi Zao Hua

Author: Su Shi

Xumen Shitan thanked the rain and wrote five songs on the road. The sound of reeling is heard in the north village of Tengjia South Village. A farmer in Guliu is wearing a cow shop selling cucumbers. There are jujube flowers in the rustling clothes, cars ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold in the cow clothes Guliu. The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. So he knocked on a villager's door and asked, can I have a bowl of tea?

Country night

Author: Bai Juyi

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared. I went to the front door alone and looked out at the field. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat field, and the buckwheat flowers were like a dazzling snowflake.