Hymns of ancient villages in southern Anhui

Poems praising ancient villages in southern Anhui are as follows:

1, "Traveling to Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty: 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.

2, "Qingpingle Village Residence" Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty

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.

3. Gaoding's "Village Residence" in Qing Dynasty

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.

4, "Village Night" Tang 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.

5, "Village Night" Lei Zhen in Song Dynasty

In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves.

Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.

6, "Qiang Zhai San San Song" Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

The chickens are crowing and the guests are beating.

Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood.

Four or five elders asked me about my long trip.

Every hand is lifted, and mud and sand are falling.

Don't say that the wine tastes weak, and there is no cultivation in the millet field.

The war has not stopped, and the children have already marched eastward.

Please sing an old song for your father: Bitterness!

After singing, I sighed and cried.

7, "Jiangcun" Tang Du Fu

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for?