Ancient poems describing rural life.

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Translation:

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the village, and the cattle and sheep returned along the deep alley. The old people in the village miss their grandchildren who are grazing and waiting by the Chai Men with crutches. Pheasants kept chirping in the wheat field, silkworms began to spin cocoons, and there were few mulberry leaves left in the mulberry forest. Farmers came back with hoes in twos and threes, met by chance on the field path, had a cordial conversation and forgot to go home with joy. Why don't I envy you for being so carefree at the moment? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.

2, "I feel here, south of the Yangtze River, with a red orange tree." Zhang Jiuling in Tang Dynasty

Here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter.

Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.

Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ..

It's luck, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.

You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree?

Translation:

Danju in the south of the Yangtze River is flourishing, and it is evergreen all the year round after winter. It has both the warmth of the south and the nature of pine and cypress. The recommended guests will be praised. How can the mountain be blocked by water? Fate is often different, and the mystery of causal cycle is difficult to find. Just that peaches and plums have fruits and forests, isn't Dan orange cloudy?

3. Spring Boat on Ruoya Lake in the Tang Dynasty

Deliberate joy has no end, no matter what happens, I will continue.

And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake.

At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.

The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods.

I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..

Translation:

My desire to explore secrets is endless, and it grows with the scenery I see along the way. The evening breeze blew my boat and swung into the estuary along the river bank full of flowers. Starry night turned a circle around the mountain in the west and looked up at Nandou in the sky opposite the mountain. Dissolved smoke rises at the bottom of the pool, and the moon in the forest seems to be low behind the boat. How complicated and uncertain the world is, it is better to be a secluded fisherman.

4. "Yin Cui, the Deputy Government of Learning the Moon with My Brother" Wang Changling in the Tang Dynasty

Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.

The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.

Ran Ran is full of surplus and deficiency, taking it easy, surpassing our wisdom and changing the new into the old.

Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.

A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

Translation:

When my brother and I were sleeping in Nanzhai, we opened the curtains and enjoyed the newborn Jade Rabbit. The faint moonlight sprinkled on the water, sprinkled on the trees, and the faint ripples swayed into the window. Time has passed, this window is full and empty, and things have changed for thousands of years. The venerable Cui Shaofu is on that bank of Qingjiang riv, and tonight he must be as bitter as Zhuangzi's thought. Along the way, can you appreciate the intoxicating beauty? The breeze is blowing the fragrant Duran.

5, "Summer in the South Pavilion" is awesome

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Translation:

The shadow of the sun suddenly sets in the west, and the moon on the pond rises slowly from the east. Let your hair hang freely and enjoy the coolness at night. Open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. An evening breeze brought the fragrance of lotus flowers, and dew dripped from bamboo leaves, making a crisp sound. I just want to play the piano, but unfortunately I don't have a bosom friend to appreciate it. I feel good night, miss my old friends, and miss them in my dreams all night.