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Four Seasons of Pastoral Excitement (1)

Fan Chengda of the Southern Song Dynasty

Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons by the mulberry tree.

Four Seasons Pastoral Excitement (Part 2)

Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

Wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse

The hedges grow every day No one passes by, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Twelve wonders of spring garden miscellany

Purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and jade snow celery buds are pulled out and grow. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.

The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water.

Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.

The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year.

The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings. All the flowers are floating in the air, and the mulberries and hemp trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida on the way.

Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.

The sweat is surrounded by water, and the hut is half open every year. It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice plants. The boat can carry Fengtian back.

The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and the leaves are sweet and sour and half dyed red. The children are smiling after returning from picking, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff.

The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the flying flowers are not allowed to diminish the spring.

After the rain, I get up late in the mountains, and the skylight is half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.

The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables come back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks.

There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf, and made a duck formation alone to return.

The rooster sounds at noon in the deep alley of willow flowers, and the tips of the mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.

The soil is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip is coming over the wall.

The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed; the peach blossoms fill the village like brocade in spring, and the singing drums pass the Qingming Festival.

The first ripe Dumao firewood in Laopeng comes to the Tiantou Festival. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.

The money-burning drums under the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.

The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. ~ Niu Mo ~ the road in front of the door, move ~ to the west of the door ~ Qingbian.

Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are several small boats in the green skirt. I visit mountain temples once a year, but I don’t go to [Lingyan] or [Huqiu].

Guo Guo’s family worships and sweeps back, and newly opened mash wine recommends green plums. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion.

Step~ Spring is full of joy, the rain is lingering and the water is like a cup. He followed the yellow dog to help him, and suddenly he walked to the stream.

The fruits of the garden are rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds. The thorn needles have been inserted into the fan~ diameter, and the fishnets and cherries have been laid out.

It is an auspicious day to start planting rice bags at the beginning, and thunder and rain in Nanshan last all night. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise.

The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberries, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.

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1. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in spring. One: The sound of roosters in the deep lane of willow flowers at noon, and the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day. Second: The soil is about to stir and the rains are coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; the barren border behind the house is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor whips over the wall. Third: Two wheat in the high fields meet the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unploughed; the village is full of peach blossoms, and the spring is full of brocade, and the drums and drums are played during the Qingming Festival. Fourth: The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival Shrine. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. Fifth: The money-burning drums in the community are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. Sixth: The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring.

Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. Seventh: Cold food and flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill. Eighth: The people in Guoli pay their respects to the people, and they recommend green plums to the newly minted wine. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion. Nine: Walking in the spring, I have a good mood. The rain is lingering on my hoofs and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. No. 10: When you plant a garden and get fruits, you are rewarded for your hard work, but you have no choice but to be scratched by birds and birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and fish outlines have been laid to cover the cherries. No. 11: It is an auspicious day to plant rice bags at the beginning of the year, and thunder and rain in Nanshan last night. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise. No. 12: The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberries is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. 2. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in late spring. One: Purple green water shield wrapped in lotus fragrance, jade snow celery buds pulled out and growing. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain. Second: The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water. Third: The butterflies both enter the cauliflower, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea. Fourth: The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year. Fifth: The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see and move the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida. Sixth: Silkworms should not stay behind closed doors in their thirties, and no trace of their neighbors can be found. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season. Seventh: Around the edge of dirty water, half of the hut is missing. It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat is holding Fengtian back. Eighth: The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff. No. 9: The Haiyu River is stormy and the waves are piled up, and fresh fish and vegetables come back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks. No. 10: The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the boiled bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly. Chapter 11: After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly. , No. 12: Blackbirds fly into the forest and there are few passers-by, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches the Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation. 3. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in summer. One: golden plums, fat apricots, sparse wheat flowers, white snow, and sparse cauliflower flowers. No one passes through the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Second: In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes. The rice roots are like blocks, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year. Third: When two wheats are harvested and a hundred coins are exchanged in autumn, the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian. The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. Fourth: The water is boiling, the water is flowing, the snow is rising, the chariot is noisy, and the rain is noisy. Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other. There are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons. Fifth: The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly. Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. Sixth: The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young man grows up on the front of the bicycle. Seventh: Working in the fields during the day and harvesting hemp at night, all the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Eighth: The leaves of Sophora japonica are even in the early days, the weather is cool, and the leaves are green and green, and the mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window. Ninth: A traveler in the yellow dust is sweating like liquid. He rarely stays at a farmer's house and washes the well to incense. He sits on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool at noon. Tenth: Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home late at night. The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in alarm. Chapter 11: After hard work in collecting water chestnuts, the plow and the plow are useless, and the fingers are bleeding and the elixir is drying up. I can't afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. No. 12: Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night. If the deafness and deafness are not cured, the dream soul will fight for the bed of quinoa? 4. Twelve pastoral poems in autumn. One: The wolfberry chrysanthemum droops red with dew, and the two crickets talk correspondingly to the sedge. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers. Second: The Zhumen are full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star. Third: The tangerine beetle is like a silkworm that has entered the transformation machine, and its cocoon hangs from the branches like a coir raincoat; it suddenly transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, and it learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink. Fourth: Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds a low web, unnecessarily hindering the flight of small insects. The dragonfly hung upside down and the beeer was embarrassed, so he called the mountain boy to rescue him. Fifth: It’s hard work to become a disciple, and you should avoid the rain, dislike the wind, and be even more timid about the cold. The note tells God not to plunder the leftovers, and half of them will be rewarded for private debts and half of them will be lost to officials. Sixth: When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain slowly, but nothing will happen in the future. When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse. Seventh: The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the sky. The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city. Eighth: The mud mirror in the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost clears up; there is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails ring all night until dawn. No. 9: The chartered boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose a handful of dendrobium in two minutes, you will still be able to win a full meal. Chapter 10: The house is filled with beetles and poppies, and the Heavenly Cult will make a living in intoxication.

I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? The eleventh chapter: Pounding the gourd finely with a harrow to sell bighead carp, the west wind blows up the four-cheeked perch. The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang. No. 12: The new frost marks the dawn and announces the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests. Only the orange grove has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees. 5. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in winter. One: The setting sun is low in the mountains and the moon is high. I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests. Second: The eaves are burned on the back, and the day before seems to be dry, and the sun is so warm that it feels sleepy after being drunk. There is no official position for passing through the door, and the whip is fighting against the north wind with a hat and a cage! Third: Add a tall thatch to the house, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory. The dark wind roars outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence. Fourth: Use pine knot paste as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When you come in the evening and wipe off the paper on the south window, you will feel the setting sun twice as red. Fifth: Qian Gao Yin Que built the Cow Palace, and he drank wine with pig's hooves and drank the earth. If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year. Sixth: Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind is still and strangely cold, and it will become more condensed in the evening. I sit and listen to a handful of broken pearls and jade, not knowing that the lake has turned into ice! Seventh: Pluck the snow and pick out the ground cabbage. It tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes. Eighth: The night is long with no smoke and snow in the forest, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes. No. 9: Boil the wine before waxing it in spring and then steam it, so that the wine can be kept clear for a year. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city. No. 10: The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and the soap clothes come to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine. Chapter 11: Mr. Plum Blossom is visiting the firewood gate. It is still not spring in the northern branch and the southern branch. Suddenly I see a small peach blossom like brocade, but I suspect that I am from Wuling. No. 12: I see common customs in the village lanes in winter, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons": It is a large-scale set of pastoral poems written by Fan Chengda, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, after he retired to his hometown. It is divided into five parts: spring, late spring, summer, autumn and winter, with twelve poems in each part.* **Sixty songs. The poem describes the scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the countryside and the lives of farmers. It also reflects the exploitation suffered by farmers and the hardship of life.

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60 pastoral poems in the four seasons

Twelve pastoral poems in spring The sound of roosters in the deep lane of willow flowers at noon , The tips of the mulberry leaves have not yet become green. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day. 1. The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the wild border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor whips over the wall. 2. The two wheats in the high fields meet the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed; the village is full of peach blossoms, and the spring is like brocade, and the drums and drums are singing during the Qingming Festival. 3. The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. The money-burning drums under the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. 4. Riding blows from the east are noisy in the lanes, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. 5. Cold food and flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill. The people in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and make fresh mash and wine to recommend green plums. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion. 6. There is a good feeling in looking for spring in Buyi, and the rain is lingering on the feet, and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. 7. When you plant a garden and reap the fruits, you will be rewarded for your hard work, but you will have no choice but to be scratched by the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and fish outlines have been laid to cover the cherries. 8. It is an auspicious day to start planting rice bags, and thunder and rain continue all night long in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise. The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in late spring. The purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain. The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water. 9 Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea. 10. The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year. The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida. Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season. 11. Around the dirty water, half of the hut is missing. It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat is holding Fengtian back. 12. The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff. The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and fresh fish and vegetables are coming back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks. 13. Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly. After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.

There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in summer. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat. The wheat flowers are snowy and the cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 14 In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes. The rice roots are like blocks, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year. 15 When two wheat crops are harvested, a hundred coins are exchanged in autumn, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian. The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. 16. The water is boiling, the snow is flowing, the chariots are noisy, and the raindrops are humming. Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other. There are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons. 17. The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly. Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but Ding Man grows up on the front of the bicycle. In the daytime, we work in the fields, and in the night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own house. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 18 The leaves of Sophora japonica are even in the early days and the weather is cool. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window. A traveler in the yellow dust is sweating like liquid. He often stays at his farmhouse and washes the well to incense. He sits on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool at noon. Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home late at night. The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in alarm. 19 The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow with elixirs and the ghost's body withers. I can't afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. Thousands of worms are boiling in the setting sun, and endless frogs are chirping in the long night. If the deafness and deafness are not cured, the dream soul will fight for the quinoa bed? 20. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in autumn. The wolfberry chrysanthemums are dripping red with dew, and the two crickets are talking correspondingly to the sedge. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers. The Zhumen are full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star. The orange beetle is like a silkworm entering its transformation machine, and the cocoon hanging from the branches is like a coir raincoat; suddenly it transforms into a butterfly with many flowers, and it learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink. Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds a low web, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason. The dragonfly hung upside down and the beeer was embarrassed, so he called the mountain boy to rescue him. 21. The work of Chuichengzhu is hard and difficult. I hate the rain and the wind, and I am even more timid about the cold. The note tells God not to plunder the leftovers, and half of them will be rewarded for private debts and half of them will be lost to officials. 22. When autumn comes, I am afraid that the rain will fall gradually, and nothing will happen in the future. When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse. The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky. The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city. 23. The mud mirror in the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost clears up; there is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the sound of flails is heard all night until dawn. When the chartered boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose a handful of dendrobium in two minutes, you will still be able to win a full meal. 24. The house is full of poppy bottles and poppies, and the heavenly religion will live intoxicated. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? The rakes are pounded carefully to buy bighead carps, the rakes are pounded carefully to sell clams, and the west wind blows up the four-gilled perch. The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang. The new frost marks the dawn and announces the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests. Only the orange grove has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees. Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in winter. The sun is setting low in the mountains and the moon is high. I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests. 25 The eaves are burning on the back, the sun seems to be drying before, and the sun is so warm that it feels sleepy after being drunk. There is no official position for passing through the door, and the whip is fighting against the north wind! A tall thatch was added to the house, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory. The dark wind roars outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence. 26. The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When I come to wipe the paper on the south window in the evening, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red. When Gao Yin was short, he built an ox palace, and when he drank wine, he drank dolphins' hooves and drank the earth. If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year. 27 Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind is still and strangely cold, and it will become more condensed in the evening. I sit and listen to a handful of broken pearls and jade, not knowing that the lake has turned into ice! 28. Picked from the snow and planted on the ground, it tastes like honeyed lotus roots and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes. 29 The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes. 30. Boil the wine before spring and then steam it. It will last for a year and the wine will be clear. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city. 31. The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and Zaoyi comes to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine. When Mr. Plum Blossom was looking at the firewood gate, it was still not spring in the north and south branches. Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom like brocade, but I suspected that I was from Wuling. In the winter in the village alleys, we see common customs, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine. 32

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Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Spring Pastoral The twelve unique purple water shields are wrapped in lotus fragrance, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain. The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned, and the little lotus flowers have not grown. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water. Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea. The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year.

The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida. Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season. Surrounded by a stream of water, half of the hut is open every year. It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat is holding Fengtian back. The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and the hair is sweet and sour and half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff. Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the boiled bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly. After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly. There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation. At four o'clock, there are twelve unique pastoral activities. The willow flowers are deep in the alley and the sound of chickens is heard at noon. The tips of the mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day. The soil is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor whips over the wall. The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unploughed; the peach blossoms fill the village like brocade in spring, and the singing drums pass the Qingming Festival. The Dumao firewood has just ripened in the old basin, and it is brought to the Tiantou Festival Shrine. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. The money-burning drums below the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill. Guo Guo's family bowed to sweep back, and they made fresh mash and recommended green plums. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion. Walking in search of spring, I have a good heart, and the rain is lingering on my hoofs, and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. The fruits of the garden are rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and fish outlines have been laid to cover the cherries. It is an auspicious day to plant rice bags at the beginning of the year, and thunder and rain continue all night long in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise. The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. Twelve wonders of pastoral miscellany in autumn. The setting sun is low, the mountains are high, and the moon is high. I walk around the riverside suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests. The eaves on my back felt like it was toasty the day before, and I felt sleepy after being drunk because of the warmth. There is no official position for passing through the door, and the whip is fighting against the north wind! A tall thatch is added to the house, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory. The dark wind roars outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence. The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When I come to wipe the paper on the south window in the evening, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red. When Gao Yin was short, he built the Cow Palace, and when he drank wine, he drank the pig's hooves and drank the earth. If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year. Let the boat go and look at the snow-capped mountains. The wind is freezing and freezing in the evening. Sitting and listening to a pole of broken pearls and jade, I don't know that the lake has turned into ice! I pick out the ground cabbage from the snow and taste it like honeyed lotus root, which is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes. The night is long without smoke and snow, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes. Boil the wine in spring, wax it before steaming it, and keep it clear for a year. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city. The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and the soap clothes come to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine. When Mr. Exploring Plum Blossoms paid for the firewood gate, it was still not spring in the north and south branches. Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom like brocade, but I suspected that I was from Wuling. In the village alleys, we see common customs in winter, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine. Twelve wonders of pastoral miscellaneous activities in late spring. The mud mirror of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost clears. There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the sound of flails is heard all night until dawn. When the charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose a handful of dendrobium in two minutes, you will still be able to win a full meal. The house is filled with beetroot bottles and poppies, and the heavenly religion will live intoxicated. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? The rakes are pounded carefully to buy bighead carps, the rakes are pounded carefully to sell clams, and the west wind blows up the four-gilled perch. The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang. The new frost marks the dawn and marks the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests. Only the orange grove has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees. Twelve wonders of pastoral miscellany in right spring. The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables are coming back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks. On the right, there are twelve unique late spring pastoral miscellaneous things: golden plums, fat apricots, sparse wheat flowers, white snow, and cauliflowers. No one passes through the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. In May, the weather in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes. The rice roots are like blocks, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year. The Zhumen Qiao evening is full of joy, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star. The tangerine beetle is like a silkworm that enters the transformation machine, and the cocoons hanging from the branches are like coir raincoats; suddenly it transforms into a butterfly with many flowers, and it learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink. When two wheat crops are harvested, a hundred coins are exchanged in autumn, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian. The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. The boiling water is boiling, the snow surges into the waves, the chariots are noisy and the raindrops are humming. Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other. There are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons. Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds its low web, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason.

The dragonfly hangs upside down and the bee'er is embarrassed and calls on the mountain boy to help him out. The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly. Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. The work of Chuichengzhu is hard and difficult. I avoid the rain, hate the wind, and even shy away from the cold. The note tells God to stop plundering the leftovers, and half reward the private debt and half lose the official position. When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it. When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse. The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges plow the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young man grows up on the front of the bicycle. The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky. The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city. The fields are tilled in the day and hemp is harvested at night. The children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. The leaves of Sophora japonica are even in the early days, the weather is cool, and the leaves are green and green, and the mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window. Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly, and they often stay at the farmhouse to wash the well and incense. I sit on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool at noon. Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home late at night. The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in alarm. The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow out, and the essence of the ghost is withered. I can't afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and the endless frogs are chirping in the long night. If the deafness and deafness are not cured, the dream soul will fight for the quinoa bed? On the right, there are twelve pastoral miscellaneous things in the summer. The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are talking about the sedge. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers. In the winter, there were twelve pastoral activities from morning to noon. The daily life and food were all based on the voices of people outside the wall. The play and calligraphy were played on the south side of the alley by knocking on boards to report the disabled, and on the north side of the street, people were playing silk and chanting sutras. The two of them have been frightened to death. Whose family is fighting pigeons and ringing bells? When the vegetable market is noisy, the windows are transparent, and the baker calls for the medicine to be cooked. There is nothing to do at sunrise, except for the sound of opening the door and sweeping the floor. Beizhai teaches Hui Lao people to play drums far away, while Eastern Zen teaches people to ring bells when the rice is cooked. The little boy woke up the teacher three times, and the sun was full and the east window was as warm as spring. I stood up by the east window with my book in hand, and couldn't help combing through all kinds of things. When it’s time to wrap up your meal in a towel, you’ve already come back to the dinner market for fish.

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The poetry of pastoral miscellany in the four seasons is urgent! ! ! ! !

"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" is a set of large-scale Tian family poems written by the poet after he retired to his hometown. There are 60 poems in total, describing the scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the countryside. and the lives of farmers, but also reflects the exploitation suffered by farmers and the hardship of life. This is one of them, describing a scene in rural summer life. The first sentence "I work in the fields during the day and work on hemp at night" means: I go to the fields to weed during the day and twist the hemp thread at night. "Tilting" means weeding. In early summer, the rice seedlings need to be weeded. This is what men do. "Ji Ma" means that after women finish other work during the day, they knead twine and weave it into cloth at night. This sentence directly describes the labor scene. In the second sentence, "The children of the village are responsible for their own families." "Children" refers to men and women. The whole poem uses the tone of old farmers, and "children" refers to young people. "Head of the family" means that both men and women have no time to spare, and each has his or her own business. The third sentence "Children and grandchildren are not yet available for plowing and weaving." "Children and grandchildren" refers to those children. They don't know how to farm or weave, but they are not idle either. They have been exposed to it since childhood and love to work, so they "learned to grow melons near the mulberry trees", and learned to grow melons under the lush mulberry trees. This is a common phenomenon in rural areas, but it is quite unique. The conclusion expresses the innocence of rural children. The poet uses a fresh style of writing to give a more detailed description of the tense labor atmosphere in the countryside in early summer, which is very interesting to read.

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60 Pastoral Miscellanies of the Four Seasons

Fan Chengda: (1126~1193) poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. His courtesy name was Zhineng, and his name was Shihu Jushi. He was a native of Wu County, Pingjiang (now Suzhou, Jiangsu Province). He became a Jinshi in the 24th year of Shaoxing (1154). He served as Huizhou Sihu and joined the army, and later moved to Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Rites. Later, he became the governor of the prefecture, reduced taxes, built water conservancy projects, and achieved considerable political achievements. In the sixth year of Qiandao (1170), he served as a messenger of the State of Qi and as a non-commissioned officer of Zizhengdian University in the sixth year of Qiandao (1170). In order to change the etiquette of accepting the Jin State's edict and to obtain the "mausoleum" in Henan, Fan Chengda came to The Jin Dynasty was "generous in his words", and his camera rushed back and forth, which maintained the prestige of the Song Dynasty. He returned home after the whole festival and wrote the envoy Jin's diary "Record of the Bridle". Later, he successively served as the chief executive of Jingjiang, Xiandu, Jiankang and other places. During the reign of Chunxi, the official came to participate in political affairs. Because he had opinions with Xiaozong, he resigned within two months. In his later years, he lived in seclusion in his hometown of Shihu. Fan Chengda is as famous as Lu You, Yang Wanli and You Miao, and is one of the four great masters of the Southern Song Dynasty. When he wrote poetry, he first started with the Jiangxi Poetry School. Later, he got rid of its constraints and influence, learned extensively from famous writers of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and finally became his own. His poems have a wide range of themes, and his works that reflect the content of rural social life are the most successful.

His pastoral poems generally describe the vast life in the countryside and the suffering of farmers. They not only have profound social content, but also express the quiet and leisure pastoral life. They are the master of ancient Chinese pastoral poetry. Among his patriotic poems, the volume of quatrains written by Zang Jin is the most valuable. What best embodies the characteristics of his poetry are the 60 poems "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" written in his later years. This group of poems relatively comprehensively and profoundly describes the scenery, customs and habits of the four seasons in the countryside, and reflects the hard work and difficult life of farmers. His poetic style is delicate, graceful, gentle and elegant, and full of folk song flavor. His literary works were also famous at that time. The lyrics are long-lasting and profound, similar to Qin Guan, and his later works are closer to Su Shi. Fan Chengda's works had a significant impact in the late Southern Song Dynasty, and had an even greater impact in the early Qing Dynasty. At that time, there was a popular saying that "the family's sword is in the south and the door is in the stone lake". Yang Wanli once said in the "Preface to the Collected Works of Fan Cheng": "As for poetry, it is fresh and charming, dying and dying, running and handsome, and chasing Taibai bravely." There are "Shihu Lay Poems Collection" and "Shihu Ci" handed down from generation to generation. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, his "Pastoral Miscellany of Four Seasons" had been recognized as a classic work. Suddenly, a legend arose that Song Xiaozong originally wanted to make him prime minister, but he thought he "didn't understand the difficulties of farming" and gave up. I wrote these poems to express my feelings for myself. If this legend is reliable, it only proves that Song Xiaozong did not investigate Fan Chengda's poems, or did not write his poems accurately, then writing more about "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" and "Twelfth Month Village Tianyuefu" may not be effective. . Because the "Shihu Poetry Collection" has long had works like "A Boat Trip on the Hanshan Road in the Great Summer" that are "worrying about the crops" and "pitying the old farmers", and whether they are poems written when they are officials or retired, they have always expressed their concern for the common people. Painful experience and indignation against the brutality of officials. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" written by him in his later years is not only his most popular and influential poem, but also a collection of ancient Chinese pastoral poetry. "July" of "Bin Feng" in "The Book of Songs" is China's oldest "Four Seasons Pastoral" poem, describing the hard production and hard life of farmers throughout the year. However, this poem did not serve as a model; the pastoral poems of later generations, as expressed in Jiang Yan's "miscellaneous" poems, all came from Tao Qian's example. Of course, Tao Qian has poems about his "farming" and "hard work" such as "Early Rice Harvested in the West Field" and "Harvested in the Lower Tongtian". However, Wang Wei's "Weichuan Field Family", "Occasionally Composed", "Spring Pastoral Composition" ”, “Qishang Tianyuan Shishi” and Chu Guangxi’s “Tianjia Jishi” (Wugu and Qilu), “Tianjia Zaxing” and other works that established the trend are Tao Qian’s “Nostalgic Farmhouse” and “Returning to Tianyuan Residence”. The inspirations of "Longmu people" focus on the stability, leisure, and optimism of the "Longmu people", and the content transitions from labor to seclusion. In the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu and Mei Yaochen sang "Four Seasons of Music in Returning to the Fields", which was more honest and blunt. It means that you are tired of the rich life and want to change it. The tradition of pastoral songs in Western literature always describes how green and soft the grass is, how fat and tame the sheep are, and how innocent and happy shepherd boys and shepherd girls fall in love in the clean soil of the world. Some people get tired of reading and say this. There is one thing missing from this poem - the wolf. When we look at traditional Chinese pastoral poetry, we often feel that one thing is missing—dogs, landowners and other lackeys of the ruling class, and the system they represent to exploit and oppress farmers. It is true that many ancient poems describe this phenomenon, such as the second poem of Liu Zongyuan's "Tian Family", Zhang Ji's "Shanong Ci", Yuan Zhen's "Tian Family Ci", Nie Yizhong's "Ode to Tian Family", etc., but they are not pastoral poems. system. The example of Mei Yaochen can illustrate the binding force of this tradition; his "Tianjia language" that refuted "Tianjiale" was selected above, but he not only wrote "Xuyongshu'Guitianle"", but also "Tianjia's Four Seasons" ", only at the end of the fourth poem it is said in an understatement that the farmers cannot celebrate the New Year. In addition, it still follows the mood and material of Tian Yuan's poems since Wang Wei and Chu Guangxi. Qin Guan's "Four Poems on Living in the Fields" only mentions "Tomorrow the silk rent will be paid, and the neighbors will enter the city" and "I won't dare to save the grain, but urge the officials to go to the afternoon". There is no descriptive expression at all, and the whole style is still imitating the prince and the prince. , and the word editing is very wrong. To Fan Chengda's "Four"