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What poems are there to express "hospitality and simple folk customs"?

This poem expressing "simple and hospitable folk customs" is as follows:

Passing through the village of the old man

Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Tour of Shanxi village

Author: 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.

Send shizhi Chizhou.

Year: Song Author: Sun

Make Shuige safe and sound, browse ancient paintings. Folk customs are the most simple, and the county is full of branches.

Han Xi was praised and summoned, and Pan Yu was entertained. We have always been friends, and our age has not changed.

Walking down Zhongnanshan, I came to Hu Si's pillows and bowls.

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.

When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.

I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.

When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

After a heavy rain, I was in Wangchuan's cabin.

Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei

Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine trees. Let's compete with others. Why should I scare seagulls, even if it's an idea? .