What are the words that Xin Qiji uses to describe rural life

Xijiang Moon travels in the middle of Huangsha Road at night.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Qingpingle Village.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Qing Pingle · Inspect the school as seen in the mountain garden book.

Lianyun pine and bamboo, everything is enough from now on. Cane owner branch meat, liquor bedside first ripe.

In the west wind pear jujube mountain garden, children steal long poles. Don't send others to be shocked, and the old man will watch quietly.

Partridge Day · Drama Cottage.

Chickens and ducks are not harvested at night, and mulberry hemp grows over the top of the house. Why don't you envy me, if you don't have enough to rest.

New willows, old sandbars, last year the stream hit that side. said that he gave birth to children here, and if he didn't marry the Jin family, he would hire Zhou.

Queqiao Immortal· As seen in the book of Jiyoushan Xingshu.

Matsuoka to escape the heat, thatched eaves to shelter from the rain, how many degrees to idle? Drunk and lonely stone to see the flying spring, but it is, before waking up.

The east family marries a woman, the west family returns to a daughter, and laughs in front of the lamplight. Brewed into thousands of acres of rice flowers, night and night expenses, a day of wind and dew.

Magnolia Slow" pity the moon today, where to go?

Is there another world, just see it over there, the light and shadow in the east?

It's outside the sky, sweaty, but the long wind sends the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Who is the rootless system of the flying mirror?

Who will stay if you don't marry?

It is said that there is no reason to ask through the bottom of the sea, and trance makes people sad.

Afraid of thousands of miles of whales, vertical and horizontal, the Jade Palace Qionglou.

The shrimp toad can bathe in the water, and ask the cloud and the jade rabbit to solve the ups and downs?

If the road is all unharmed, how can the clouds gradually become like hooks?

Before the cup of Qinyuan Spring, Lao Tzu is now inspecting the remains.

I have been thirsty for many years, and my throat is like a scorched kettle;

I am happy to sleep today, and my breath is like thunder.

You said, "Liu Ling, a master of ancient and modern times, why not bury him when he dies when he is drunk."

It's like this, sighing at your confidant, it's really gracious!

It also relies on singing and dancing as a medium.

Count the dove poison guess between partners.

There is no big or small grievance, born in love;

There is no beauty or evil in things, and if it is excessive, it will be a disaster.

And you Cheng said: Don't stay and retreat, I can still unleash your cup".

Bow to the cup again, and say, "Go when you want it, and come when you recruit it."

Yulou Chun. Who's a girl, listen to the songbirds.

It has been a long time since the pot has been drinking, and the Po must go early when the cake is burnt.

Drunk, he forgot the way he came, and asked the pedestrians where they lived.

Only look for the ancient temple side, but also cross the black tree in Xinan.

Xijiang month. Drunk and greedy for laughter, you have to worry about how to work.

Recently, I have begun to realize that the ancients have written books, and the belief is useless.

Last night, Matsube was drunk and asked Matsube how I was drunk?

I only suspect that I want to help if I loosen it, and push it loose with my hand and say "go"!

Qingpingle Village.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

The Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous Twelve Uniques (Part 2).

Song Fan Chengda.

The soil plaster is about to move, and the rain is frequent, and thousands of grass and flowers are blooming.

The barren furrow is still green, and the neighbor's bamboo shoots come over the wall.

The ancient poems describing pastoral life are as follows:

Qingping Le Village Residence Song. Xin Qiji.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Xin Qiji came to Xinzhou (now Shangrao) after being dismissed, he often went to visit the farmhouse, from a distance, saw a row of thatched huts gathered together, the stream flowed in front of the door, the stream was covered with green grass, and when he got closer, he saw an old couple sitting in the shade of a tree, speaking a Wu dialect, and his voice sounded gentle and beautiful, and he was drinking the wine of the Leaky Spirit.

He walked over and said hello: Big brother and sister-in-law, how are the crops lately? Life is still passable, right?

The old woman smiled: Fortunately, fortunately, this year is a good year, you see my eldest son is hoeing beans in the east, and the second son is weaving cages next to the chicken coop, so we can rest so leisurely, but my family is the most naughty, and now I am peeling lotus flowers in the grass at the head of the stream!

The picture of the family's life has been vividly recorded, it seems that the years are really quiet, presumably Xin Qiji must be envious in his heart, otherwise he would not have asked so carefully, and he would not have remembered such a stubborn and stubborn problem. But for a man bent on recovering the rivers and mountains, will he really be content to live such a quiet life? No, this can only arouse his love for this river and mountain, and "a man is as dead as iron" is his constant pursuit throughout his life.