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Tour Shanxi Village [Song] Land Tour.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Wild old song Zhang Ji.

The old peasant family lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao is not allowed to eat more taxes, and the imported official warehouse is turned into soil.

The hoe ploughs the empty room at dusk, and Hu'er climbs the mountain to harvest acorns.

Xijiang Jia Kezhu Baihu, the boat dog long meat.

Spring Pastoral Wang Wei.

The spring doves in the house are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees.

Hold an axe to cut down the distant poplar, and the lotus hoe looks for the spring vein.

Return to the swallow to know the old nest, and the old man looks at the new calendar.

Suddenly, melancholy travelers.

Tour Shanxi Village [Song] Land Tour.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Return to Songshan as Qingchuan with long and thin, chariots and horses to leisure.

If the flowing water is intentional, the twilight birds will return to each other.

The deserted city is in the ancient crossing, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains.

Coming back and retreating.

Meng Haoran's "The Old Man's Village".

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

Du Fu's "Quatrain".

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Du Fu's "Quatrain".

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to the sky, and the mountains are connected to the sea.

The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water.

The middle age is quite good, and the late home is in the south of the mountains.

Xinglai Mei is alone, and he knows what he is winning.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

Qingxi Yan into the Huanghua River, every chase the green stream water.

With the mountains, there will be thousands of turns, and there will be no hundred miles of fun.

The sound is noisy in the stone, and the color is quiet and deep.

The rippling pan water chestnut is clear and reflects the reeds.

I'm idle, Kiyokawa is like this.

Please stay on the rock, the fishing will be done.

Weichuan Tianjia obliquely illuminates the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn.

Pheasant sentence Yu wheat seedlings show, silkworm sleeping mulberry leaves sparse.

Tian Fu and He hoeed, and the words of each other followed.

That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

Shin Haruno (one made a night) look.

The new sunny field is wild. Extremely clean and dirt-free.

Guomen Lindutou. The village tree is connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside the white water Mingtian. After Bifeng came out of the mountain.

There are no idlers in the agricultural month. Dumping family affairs in the south of the acre.

Huanghuachuan is in danger of tens of thousands of turns, and it will be three days off for several miles.

Ring to see the apprentices, hidden across the forest hills.

The rain is sassy and pine, and the gurgling stones are in the middle.

In the deep stream, there is a long roar on the top of the mountain.

Looking at Nanshan Yang, the white dew is long.

The green gaoli has been cleaned, and the green trees are lush like floating.

used to be tired of being secret, and people were worried.

Cui Puyang's brother Ji Chongqian Shanxing.

The autumn colors are good, and the situation is leisure.

Under the west forest, you know the mountain in front of you.

Thousands of miles of horizontal color, several peaks out of the clouds.

Saga against the Qin State, together with the Jingguan.

The remnant rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are still flying at sunset.

The old man is now Shanger, sighing for this decadence.

Wang Wei, Tao Qian, Meng Haoran, etc. can all take a look.

【Sounds in the Village】Xu Zhimo.

The boat floated slowly in the shade of the weeping willows

A cool breeze in early autumn blew the ripples on the water surface and the sound of the countryside on both sides of the river.

I rested alone by the window of the boat, watching the waves of a river, and listening to the sounds of ,—— near and far

Once again, I have a tacit understanding with the scene of my childhood!

This is the call of a crisp child, the work on the field is varied, and the dog barks and the rooster cries by the bamboo fence

But this gratuitous sadness and sorrow!

White clouds flying in the blue sky:

I want to entrust the annoying years, I want to entrust the annoying love to the endless ethereal - to disappear;

Reply to my simple, beautiful childlike innocence :

Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a white-headed milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower by the pool, natural distinctiveness.

Early Spring] Shu Ting.

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sorrow and wipe away tears.

Smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers.

Wash away the shackles of winter.

Rushing with the fragrance of alcohol.

Flooding in plains and mountain passes.

Although there is no waterfall of bird songs.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed.

Scattered in the foggy dawn.

Rolling on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once the thunder starts.

The clouds fled in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream.

Maybe it came brilliantly overnight.

Yes, there is still a chill.

There are also frosty troubles.

If you listen.

On the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling.

Trembling valleys.

It's like howling together.

But there are already a few tiny cuckoos.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished.

Warm the heavens and the earth.

Even Yun'er no longer floats on him.

Friends, let's say.

Spring is beautiful and abundant.

It's because it's gone through the last steep of the grain.

Golden Autumn] Xin Di.

The garden is full of red fruits.

The tall piles of rice on the farmer's drying field are piled up.

Pull a full net and laugh at the fisherman's face.

Winter clothes warmed the hearts of the warriors in the sky.

Outside the sunset, pick up the stone chips of the thin book.

Throw yourself at the reed water.

It doesn't matter if it's deep there, it's shallow here.

Watch a line of geese carrying the golden autumn.

Hope it works for you!!

Golden Autumn] Xin Di.

The garden is full of red fruits.

The tall piles of rice on the farmer's drying field are piled up.

Pull a full net and laugh at the fisherman's face.

Winter clothes warmed the hearts of the warriors in the sky.

Outside the sunset, pick up the stone chips of the thin book.

Throw yourself at the reed water.

It doesn't matter if it's deep there, it's shallow here.

Watch a line of geese carrying the golden autumn.

Hope it works for you!!

[Early Spring].

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sorrow and wipe away tears.

Smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers.

Wash away the shackles of winter.

Rushing with the fragrance of alcohol.

Flooding in plains and mountain passes.

Although there is no waterfall of bird songs.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed.

Scattered in the foggy dawn.

Rolling on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once the thunder starts.

The clouds fled in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream.

Maybe it came brilliantly overnight.

Yes, there is still a chill.

There are also frosty troubles.

If you listen.

On the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling.

Trembling valleys.

It's like howling together.

But there are already a few tiny cuckoos.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished.

Warm the heavens and the earth.

Even Yun'er no longer floats on him.

Friends, let's say.

Spring is beautiful and abundant.

It's because it's gone through the last steep of the grain.

Golden Autumn] Xin Di.

The garden is full of red fruits.

The tall piles of rice on the farmer's drying field are piled up.

Pull a full net and laugh at the fisherman's face.

Winter clothes warmed the hearts of the warriors in the sky.

Outside the sunset, pick up the stone chips of the thin book.

Throw yourself at the reed water.

It doesn't matter if it's deep there, it's shallow here.

Watch a line of geese carrying the golden autumn.

Throughout.

The spring is warm and delicate, and the wind blows the catkins.

The thunder startles the snake and the insect wake up, and the rain moistens the periwinkle seedling.

The summer sun is scorching and the earth is scorching, and the ploughing hoe is dripping with sweat.

The wind shook the trees, and the rain shook the mud.

Autumn is high and refreshing, and the rice is fragrant.

The fruits are full of branches, and the wind blows the leaves yellow.

Approaching Nanshan in winter, the ground is frozen and the sky is cold.

Celebrate the harvest with wine, and Ruixue will be a sign of the New Year.

Voices in the countryside.

The boat floated slowly in the shade of the weeping willows

A cool breeze in early autumn blew out the ripples on the water surface and the sound of the countryside on both sides of the river.

I sat leisurely by the window of the boat, quietly watching the ripples in the stream, listening to the sounds of the countryside in the distance,——

Tacit understanding with the scene of childhood!

It's a crisp childish voice.

The work on the field, the ducks and dogs by the bamboo fence and the roosters crow, tell you that I am here for no reason and beautiful!

White clouds flying in the blue sky:

I threw the annoying things to the clear sky;

Let my simple, beautiful childlike innocence return to joy and joy.

Like the spring in the valley singing, like the flowers smiling in the breeze, like the lotus flowers by the pool, the nature is beautiful.

Early Spring] Shu Ting.

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sorrow and wipe away tears.

Smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers.

Wash away the shackles of winter.

Rushing with the fragrance of alcohol.

Flooding in plains and mountain passes.

Although there is no waterfall of bird songs.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed.

Scattered in the foggy dawn.

Rolling on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once the thunder starts.

The clouds fled in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream.

Maybe it came brilliantly overnight.

Yes, there is still a chill.

There are also frosty troubles.

If you listen.

On the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling.

Trembling valleys.

It's like howling together.

But there are already a few tiny cuckoos.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished.

Warm the heavens and the earth.

Even Yun'er no longer floats on him.

Friends, let's say.

Spring is beautiful and abundant.

It's because it's gone through the last steep of the grain.

Speed up the calculation of pounds.

It is the environment many times, that is, the delivery is released quickly.

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Tree Ai Qing a tree, a tree.

Standing alone from each other.

Wind and air. Tell them how far they are.

But under the cover of dirt.

Their roots stretch.

In the depths of the unseen.

They entangle the roots together.

Faith Rollo. Faith is a tree.

A strong alpine cypress.

In the midst of the steep peaks.

Takayama cypress stands on the cliff level.

The wind that never stops all year round.

Like countless angry lions.

Rushing towards it.

Takayama cypress stood.

Don't bend over, don't bend your knees.

Its leafy treetops.

Lift up. On its head.

It is the blue sky of the motherland.

At its feet. It is the cliff layer of the motherland.

Its roots are firm.

Rooted deep in the cliffs.

Faith is a tree.

A strong alpine cypress.

Forever standing.

Solid cliff layers.

1980 year.

The land of China.

Liu Zhanqiu, do you know this magical land.

Buried **-like acacia.

Clusters of azaleas are purple and red.

The sigh of the goddess came from the Three Gorges of the torrent.

From permafrost to green coconut groves in winter.

Rose-colored waves caress the grains of sand.

Do you know this magical land?

Yellow **, black hair is so beautiful.

The character of Dunhou is like a lake under the breeze.

Tenacious and brave, it is like the Yangtze River pouring thousands of miles.

Joy dances under the frosty grapes.

The hard core is ready for revival.

Spring fields.

The spring breeze is as wishful.

Flowers. Happiness ripples in the heart.

Spring rain continues. It tugs at people's heartstrings.

It's like ten thousand threads entwined.

Encourage people to dream of it.

Spring rain continues. Moisten the land and countryside.

Watering a hundred flowers.

It arouses people's nostalgia.

[Xiaoliang State].

May Flowers Bloom "Cauliflower is yellow in May, better than autumn light.

The pomegranate flowers are red and reflect the blue windows, warm and warm, and the wind condenses the fragrance of potpourri.

The head of the bridge looked down to the north, and the flowers and shadows were floating and the fish were busy.

The water is clear and the willows are rippling.

Pedestrians on the road, the river flows eastward.

Bodhisattva Barbarian] Peony".

The big red peony fence wall, the spring breeze blows through the bursts of incense.

Wasps are busy collecting honey, and butterflies are frolicking in pairs.

Where is Zhou Gong now?

Butterflies flew in the air.

The heart is full of dragon ambition and drives the clouds out of the heavenly pool.

Feng Qiwu] "Butterfly Love.

Flowers" fence yard deep spring clusters, occasional catkins, random dots of countless flowers.

The long case exhibition paper waved the pen, and the flowers wept and scattered thousands of households.

Spring twilight frolic in the wind and rain, soar and spin, forget to stay in spring.

The flowers fall into the fertile soil and the divine power is injected, and the flowers will be spoken again in the coming year. Tung Tree.

Song the law Tong pulls out the clouds, and stands to protect the mountain.

The autumn frost is quite golden, and the birds are noisy at sunset.

Gushui Spring Song. Sit and enjoy the apricot blossom rain and watch the swallow Xiangzhuo.

The warm willow wind, the warbler and the magpie sing the spring song.

The countryside before the wheat harvest.

It's quiet in the fields.

Golden wheat mangs.

There was the sound of the wind.

It's quiet in the fields.

In a distant village.

Melodious rooster crowing.

It's quiet in the fields.

Two donkeys, one big and one small.

Walked into the scenery out of the corner of the eye.

It's quiet in the fields.

There are eyes in the wheat ridges.

Vigilant against the wind and grass.

It's quiet in the fields.

Like some kind of precursor before the Great War.

It's like the night in the depths of the night.

Waiting for the dawn.

The grass is yellow and the white canal is sandwiched, and the blue sky covers the black ground. Rotary tillage breaks the pond mirror, and seedlings are planted with new green. Your question is really frustrating, I went to see the scenery outside the village.

"Autumn Fields".

"Autumn Fields".

The rice bent down as if to bow to people, and my sister and I frolicked in the fields.

Butterflies dance happily with this scene.

Suddenly, the bad-tempered Grandpa Wind is here!

Roaring, as if to say that you are making me sleep!

After saying that, Grandpa Feng left.

At this time, Feng Dian stopped dancing, and my sister and I stopped playing.

I'm afraid that it will make Grandpa Feng sleep.

The field is a fresh and charming place, the field is a place of fragrance, the field is a place of harvest, the field is full of laughter and spring.

In the countryside, men plough and women weave. Children are in charge of the house, each has his own place, and he is happy!

Ancient poems describing idyllic scenes:

1, "The Old Man's Village" - Tang Meng Haoran.

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

2, "Weichuan Tianjia" - Tang Wang Wei.

The oblique light ruins, the cattle and sheep in the poor alleys return.

The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn.

The pheasant wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms sleep and the mulberry leaves are scarce.

Tian Fu and He hoeed, and the words of each other followed.

That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

3, "Rain Over the Mountain Village" - Tang Wang Jian.

There are one or two chickens in the rain, and the road and bridge in Zhuxi Village are oblique.

The women and aunts called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the atrium.