Among them, there are 60 * * songs of spring 12, late spring 12, summer village 12, autumn 12 and winter 12. This paper describes the different scenes in the pastoral areas in four seasons and vividly draws a dynamic map of pastoral farming.
The whole poem is as follows:
Twelve Unique Scenes of Four Seasons in Spring (12)
At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens sound, and the mulberry leaves are not green. Nothing happens when you sit and sleep, and you can watch silkworms in sunny days.
The earth paste is constantly urged by the rain, and thousands of grass and flowers are blooming. After leaving the house, the border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.
The second wheat in Gaotian is connected with the green mountains, and the green fields near the water are uncultivated. Peach and apricot are full of spring, and the songs and drums are clear.
The old basin ripens Du Maochai for the first time, and brings it to Tiantou Sacrifice Society. Witches don't think the taste is thin, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.
The club burned money like thunder, and the sunset helped the drunkard to return. The green branches are littered with flowers, and it is known that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.
Riding on the east and blowing in the lanes is noisy, and the horses and horses in the spring are like smoke. Don't block the road in front of the door, move to the west of the door.
The cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green and a few boats. Visit the mountain temple once a year, and you can't climb the Lingyan or the Tiger Hill.
Guo Li's family paid homage to him, and opened a new wine to recommend green plums. The road is long and the gate is near. Lend me a warm cup of Mao Ting.
It's good to walk in search of spring, and the water is like a cup after the rain. With the yellow dog's help, he went to the stream and suddenly returned.
If you plant a garden, you will be rewarded with fruit, but you will not be scratched by children's birds. Spine needles have been inserted into the bamboo shoots, and fishing nets have been laid to cover cherries.
Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan. I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so I'll take a look at the small bridge.
Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green and full of beds, and the heart is green and tender. Wash the head of the stream and choose the head of the store to sell, and wrap the salt and sell the wine at dusk.
(Late Spring) Twelve Unique Scenes of Four Seasons (12)
Purple-green water shield rolls fragrant, and the buds of jade celery are long. Pick the hair from the stream and fill it for late supply, and the short tent will stay in the horizontal pond.
The old lotus roots in the lake are newly turned over, and the small lotus money has not risen. Considering the tight wind and waves in the beautiful days, reed roots are planted from outside water.
Butterflies both enter cauliflower, and no guests come to Tianjia for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a merchant had come to buy tea.
My skirt is full of green apples, and I am a little cold and lazy to go out. The frogs croak at dusk, and it's autumn this year.
The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning look out and move the seedlings. All the flowers are floating in Sang Ma, and the wind is blowing to Ferula.
Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, and the adjacent songs are nowhere to be seen. It is still sunny and windy, and we meet temporarily during the mulberry picking season.
Around the polluted water, there is no half-leaf in the snail house. Don't look at the difficulty of revetment, the boat will support the field to return.
Mao Zhen is fragrant and soft, and the sweet and sour taste is half red. Children laugh when they come back from picking, and the head of the staff is hung high in a small cage.
The sea, the rain, the river and the waves are piled up, and new fish and vegetables come back in spring. The buds are pumping bamboo shoots. On the river, the neem blossoms.
Grain Rain, like silk, is like dust, and boiling bottles of floating wax is tasting new things. The peony breaks the calyx and the cherry is ripe, but the spring is not allowed to fly.
After the rain, the mountain family got up late, and the skylight was half light. The old man listened to the warbler, and the boy opened the door and let the swallow fly.
The blackbirds cast themselves into the forest, and the tourists were few, and the smoke from the former mountain went to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return alone.
Twelve Unique Scenes of Four Seasons in Summer (12)
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies fly.
In May, Jiang Wu and Mai Xiuhan moved the seedlings and covered them with flocs. The rice root family is like a block, and the field water is one foot wide this year.
Both wheat and autumn fight for a hundred dollars, and Tian Jia calls it a small harvest year. The bread stove has no hunger, and it is ripe in the west wind.
A hundred boiling waves of soup and snow, the noise of cars and the sound of rain. Sanggu basin hand in hand congratulates each other, and the cotton cocoon is not as many as the silk cocoon.
The little woman went to the silk machine all night, and the big one was eager to fly because of the tax. Fortunately, silkworm and mulberry are ripe this year, leaving yellow silk woven summer clothes.
Xiatian scooped up water to flow out of the river, and the high ridge turned over the river and went up the ditch. The terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.
During the day, weeding in the fields, and at night in the home rub twine, the village men and women have all the housework. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, and the air is cool, and the green mouse ears are green in pairs. The three fairs had to see three plants, and the idle guests were full of shadows in the north window.
Huang Chen is sweating like a pulp, and he stays at Nong's house to wash his well. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liuyin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.
Thousands of acres of lotus flowers are playing, and the flowers get lost and forget to return late. The family knows the place where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling flies.
It's hard to pick the ling and waste the plough, and the blood refers to the flowing Dan and the ghost is dry. I can't afford to buy fields to grow water, and the lake has recently collected rent.
When the sun is setting, the frog is endless and the night is long. If you don't treat the deaf and the deaf relatively, will the dream and soul fight for the bed of quinoa?
Twelve Unique Scenes of Four Seasons in Autumn (12)
Qi Ju's beads are dripping red, and the two flies correspond to each other. Worm silk has covered all the leaves of Huang Kui, and the evening breeze on the high flower side is silent.
Zhu Menqiao evening boiling cheers, Tian She evening static mask. Men can understand the cow and women can knit, so there is no need to care about crossing the river.
Orange borers are like silkworms entering the chemical machine, and cocoons hang like hemp fiber between branches. Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.
Looking at the spider's low web, it prevents the bug from flying for no reason. Embarrassed, the dragonfly hung upside down and urged Shan Tong to rescue him.
It's hard to hang down, and it's even more cold to avoid rain and wind. Note v. Tiangong Holiday plundering surplus, half paying private debts and half losing officials.
Qiu Lai is nothing but rain, and there is no cloud in Jiazi. After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until it is clear to the warehouse.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is a dive, and you can see Taihu Lake from the sky. Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city.
The mud mirror of the newly built field is flat, and every family beats rice while the frost clears. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.
The chartering boat is fully loaded and ready to open, and the grains are as white as pearls. If you lose in two minutes, you will still win.
The millet bottles and poppies are stored all over the house, and Tianjiao will be drunk for a career. I wonder if it's new? There are chrysanthemums in Chongyang this year.
Buy silver carp by pounding, and the west wind blows the four-cheeked bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
The new frost announces the depth of autumn, and dyes the green forest as a valerian forest. Only the orange garden is different in scenery, and there are thousands of gold in the green bushes.
Twelve Unique Scenes of Four Seasons in Winter (12)
When the sun is low and the mountains are high, the rest of the sleep goes around the suburbs of the river. Frost and wind have destroyed thousands of forest leaves, and they are idle and lean on branches to count storks' nests.
The back eaves seemed to be baked the day before yesterday, and they were sleepy after being warm and drunk. When you go through the door, you won't be official, and the side hat cage will whip the north wind!
Add a handful of grass to the house, and the wall of the dense mud house is like a monk's hut. The wind roared from the vulva of the teaching room, and the jade flute rang from the fence.
Pine paste is a candle cage, and smoke condenses like ink in a dark room. When I come to wipe the paper on the south window at night, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red.
Gan Gaoyin is short of building a cow palace, and drinking wine, dolphins, hoofs and soil. The deer is not as long as the calf, and it will be planted in the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail to see if the snow-capped mountains are sunny, and the wind will be extremely cold and colder at night. Sit and listen to a drop of pearls and jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!
Pulling the snow to pick the ground, it tastes like honey lotus root and is fatter. Zhumen meat has no flavor, and it is only served as an ordinary dish.
The smokeless snowy night is long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman without a dish, laughing at the chestnut fragrance in the ash.
Boiling wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the head of the urn is clear after a year. Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city when it is new.
Yellow paper rent white paper to urge, soap clothes come to the countryside next afternoon. Sir, my mind is so parched that I beg you for green money to buy wine.
Chai Men, the son of Mei Tan, has never been in spring. Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was Wu Lingren.
Villages and alleys see common customs in winter, and neighboring Weng talks about worshipping Chai Jing. The gown is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by home machines.