Poems about growing vegetables and living leisurely.

Poems about the leisurely life of growing vegetables are as follows:

1, building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. -Tao Yuanming

2, Qing Xiang, soy sauce is ripe. In an instant, I ordered a tea bowl. Have you ever felt lonely? -Song Luyou

3, long-term cultivation of spring vegetables is not early, and the garden is full of water and bottles. After the fire, the sunflower was not unearthed, and the servant was full of soup. The strong are often seasonal, but there is no rain to plow. I'm tired after staying at home for a long time, and I want to see the stalks of the annual clothes. -Su Songzhe

4. Under the Spring Festival, bamboo shoots germinate, and old poppies fall in the kitchen with frost. Instead of cooking yam soup for the monk's family, it is better to ask weeds around the wheat field. It doesn't rain in the garden and you don't have to sigh. Returning farmland is against the times. Depending on the years, there are two or three stems in the temple. -history

Towns are adjacent to each other, and irrigation is carried out through canals. If you wait for good vegetables, you should get rid of evil weeds. I have always been a teacher in the old nursery and have always lived here. Help the kitchen around the house and look for tree books. -Song Yuzhen

6. Walk all the way from Qingxi to our residence, and walk around the fence to the half-bed vegetable field in Huang Die. Don't laugh at each other in frequent years, heroes of all ages will hoe. -He Ming Fair

7. Who is the bleak nymphs? People feel empty when they go to court. Sick trees have branches and nests, and barren ponds have no water to pay for private frogs. Gongsun orange is in the yellow autumn nursery, and sisters are in the red spring hedge. The gardener with white hair is even more melancholy, and he has lost his old job of growing vegetables. -Feng Jia in the clear autumn