What are the poems describing rural scenery?

1, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (I)-Song Fan Chengda

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Vernacular translation: Mowing the ground during the day and rubbing hemp at night, both men and women on the farm do their own things. Children don't know how to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons under the shade of mulberry trees.

2, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Part II)"-Song Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

Vernacular translation: plum trees turn golden, apricot trees grow bigger and bigger, buckwheat flowers are white, but rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises. No one passed by, only butterflies and dragonflies flew around the fence.

3, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Part II)"-Song Fan Chengda

The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls.

At the cost of two losses and one welcome, you can still win the chaff and enrich yourself.

Vernacular translation: chartering a boat full of rice is waiting for the government to open the warehouse and collect the rent. The particles are as round as pearls and as white as frost and snow. Farmers have to bear the pain of giving two cups of grain and one cup a year, so they can only give the rest of the bran to their children.

4, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Part IV)"-Song Fan Chengda

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

It's getting late, birds fly back to the forest, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. On the other side of the mountain, misty smoke covered the eaves of firewood. A child is driving a boat that looks like a leaf from a distance. It turned out that he drove the ducks to the shelves on his way home.

5, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (Part II)"-Song Fan Chengda

Diamonds are hard to pick, waste plows and hoes, blood is flowing, and ghosts are doing it.

I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.

Vernacular translation: hard work to pick ling, no land to plow, no use plowing and hoeing. There is a lot of deep red blood on his fingers, and his thin face looks half human and half ghost. Can't afford to buy fields, so we have to plant Xiangling on the water; Recently, the government is pressing hard, and thousands of hectares of lakes have to collect rent tax.