Poems praising sheep

The ancient poems describing sheep white are:

Wei chuan Tian du Jia

Year:? Don? Author:? Wang Wei

In the countryside under the setting sun, cattle and sheep in poor lanes return.

There is also a rugged old man at the door of the thatched cottage, leaning on a stick, waiting for Fei Jing to pound.

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

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.

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

Qiu Si.

Year:? Song? Author:? Lu you

Mulberry and bamboo are shaded, but the door is not seen, and cattle and sheep are divided into villages.

There is no rain in front of the mountain, and the tide of Biepu returns to the shore.

A gentleman in service

Year:? Pre-Qin? Author:? The Book of Songs

Husband's service is far away, and the length of service is difficult to measure. I don't know where it is.

The chickens have entered the nest, the sun is setting, and sheep and cattle are descending the hillside.

My husband is serving in the distance. How can I think of him?

A gentleman is in service, not long, but long [1]?

Chickens are on the shelves, the sun is gradually setting, and cattle and sheep are going home from the mountain.

Husband is serving in the distance, I hope it's not hungry!

sunset

Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu

Cattle and sheep have already returned from the fields, and every family is closed.

The breeze is a charming night, but the beautiful mountain is not your home.

The spring water flows down from the stone wall, and the dew on autumn night condenses on the grass roots.

Under the background of gray hair and bright lights, why did Butler rice splash the spark of good news?

Su Wu Temple

Year:? Don? Author:? Wen tingjun

Su Wu saw Han for the first time, feeling sad and mixed feelings; Now the towering trees in the ancient temple are solemn.

The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.

Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.

Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.

Translation of sunset

Flocks of cattle and sheep have returned from the fields, and every household has closed Chai Men.

This is a charming night, but this beautiful mountain and river is not your home.

The spring water gurgled from the stone wall, and the dew on the autumn night condensed on the grass roots.