Four-season pastoral miscellaneous interest
Chun Tian yuan za xing Shi er Jue
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 from the road is fragrant with 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.
Khan lai is surrounded by a ridge of water, and there is no half a leaf in the snail house. Don't look at the difficulty of revetment, the boat will support the field to return.
Mao Zhen is soft and tender, and the bitter is half red. Children laugh when they come back from picking, and the head of the staff is hung high in a small cage.
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.
Si Shi Tian yuan za xing Shi er Jue
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 frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers and flowers are opened; After leaving the house, the land is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip has crossed the wall.
Gaotian Ermai is connected with mountains and green, and the low fields near the water are green and uncultivated; Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the song is full of Qingming.
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. It is the front road of Niumo, and it is moved to the west side of Menmen.
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 wrapped people to worship and sweep back, and newly opened wine to recommend green plums. The road is long and the gate is near. Lend me a warm cup of Mao Ting.
Walking in search of spring has a good feeling, 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. The needle has been inserted into the diameter of the bamboo shoots, and the fishing class is covered with 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.
Autumn pastoral miscellaneous xing 12 unique
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.
The pine festival paste is used as a candle cage, and the condensed smoke is like 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 idle and look at the snow-capped mountains, and the wind will be colder 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 Tanmei, has never been spring in the north and south; 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.
In late spring, there are twelve unique things in the countryside.
The mud mirror of the newly built field is flat, and every family beats rice while the frost is fine; 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 don't hesitate to lose in two minutes, you will still win the chaff.
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? Buy silver carp by smashing it carefully,
Fine-pounded clams sell squid, and the west wind blows on 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.
Youchun Tianyuan za xing Shi er Jue
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.
You wan chun Tian yuan za xing Shi er Jue
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the long 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
It's hard to hang down, and it's even more cold to avoid rain and wind. Gui sued the public holiday for plundering the surplus, rewarding the private debt and losing the official.
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.
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.
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.
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 lives less at Nong's house. 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?
You summer village za xing Shi er Jue
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.
Last winter, the countryside was full of excitement, and from morning till noon, the daily life and diet were all based on the voices of people outside the wall, and the play books were four unique.
In the south of the lane, knock on the blackboard and report the remnants, and in the north of the street, play the silk and chant. It has been broken by two people's dreams. Who is the wind pigeon ringing the bell?
When the food market is noisy, the window is transparent, and the cake maker asks the medicine to be fried. Nothing happens at sunrise, but the sound of opening the door and sweeping the floor.
Northern Jainism is far away from Laos, and Dongchan rice is cooked and the clock is ringing frequently. The child called Mr. Three times, and the east window was as warm as spring.
I can't help combing the books when I get up near the east window. If you want to eat in the morning, you have to wrap it in a towel, and there are already fish in the evening.
Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Part Two)
Chengda Fan
The chartering boat is fully loaded and ready to open, and the grains are as white as pearls.
I won't hesitate to lose two cups and one welcome, but I will still win the chaff core!
It shows that the farmers' hard harvest throughout the year was almost completely won by the government, and they could only give their children some coarse bran. The poet painted this picture of the peasants' blood and tears with great compassion.
Explain ① chartering-a ship that pays the rent for rice. Waiting to open a warehouse-waiting for the government to open a warehouse to collect rent. (2) at all costs-as a last resort, bear the pain. Clock-measure and capacity unit. In ancient times, six hooves and four buckets were used as a clock. Lose-pay, give. Welcome-measuring device and capacity unit. In ancient times, ten buckets were used as a welcome, and it was changed to five buckets in the late Southern Song Dynasty. Farmers have to bear the pain of giving two cups of grain a year and another welcome. (3) win-surplus. Bran core-broken rice coarse crumbs You can only give the rest of the chaff to the children to eat.
There are four groups of 60 songs in the four seasons' pastoral variety.