A sentence that praises the kindness and simplicity of rural people

A sentence that praises the kindness and simplicity of rural people

1.The kerosene lamp, with a warm glow. I wore pigtails and wore a small floral shirt and turned my head on the kang. A gust of wind blows, and the lights flicker.

2.Now there is a new life in the countryside; The city and the countryside are about the same. lives in a small building and drives a car; Humming a small apple in his mouth.

In the summer, water is used to cool down; In winter, the floor heating burns firewood. Go to work at a fixed point and at a fixed time; Energy-saving entertainment during the off-season.

3.A cool night breeze gently swept by, it was like a pot of old wine, drunk the trees and bamboos behind the house, the crops in the fields, they swayed, and made a cheerful and lively "rustle" splash "rustle" sound.

4.I was born in a rural area, and my family was very poor when I was a child. But my parents love our three siblings very much. So when I was a child, my life was hard, but it was very happy.

5.The setting sun gradually sinks from the western mountains until the last ray of light is gone. A cloud of sunset burned in the western sky, gradually turning from warm to quiet. The shepherd's uncle, dressed in a sheepskin vest and flicking a whip, drove the sheep home on a winding mountain road.

Twilight descends from the Bishan, and the mountains and moons return with the people. But regardless of the way it came, the sky was wide and verdant. Hand in hand with the Tian family, the child opens the thorns.

The green bamboo enters the secluded path, and the green pothos brushes the clothes. Talk happily, drink and talk together. The long song sings the pine wind, and the river and stars are scarce.

I was drunk and happy, and I forgot the opportunity together.

Weichuan Tianjia" obliquely illuminates the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor lane. The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn. Pheasant [sentence 隹] wheat miaoxiu, silkworm sleeping mulberry leaves.

Rare. Tian Fu hoeed to, and the words of each other followed. That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

Tour Shanxi Village, 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.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night.

The fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountain spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait go to Tianjin.

Sit and watch the mangroves and ignore people.

The mountain pass sneaks into the first kuma, and the mountain opens to look at the flat land.

Looking at a cloud tree from afar, close to thousands of scattered flowers and bamboos.

The woodcutter first passed on the name of the Han, and the resident did not change the clothes of Qin.

The residents live together in Wulingyuan.

It also starts from the outside of things.

The moon is bright and the room is quiet, and the chickens and dogs are noisy in the clouds at sunrise.

I was shocked to hear that the laymen were vying to come to the set, and they were competing to return home to ask the capital.

Pingming Lu Lane sweeps the flowers and blooms, and the twilight fishing wood enters the water.

At the beginning, he avoided the land and went to the world, and he did not return it until he became an immortal.

Who knows that there are people in the gorge, and the world looks at the empty clouds and mountains from afar.

There is no doubt about the spiritual realm. It's hard to smell, dusty.

Not exhausted homesick county.

Out of the cave regardless of the landscape, the resignation is intended to be a long time.

It is said that after the old is not lost, the peaks and valleys of Anzhi are changing.

At that time, it was only recorded in the depths of the mountain, and Qingxi was a few curves to the cloud forest.

Spring is full of peach blossom water, and I don't know where to find the source of immortals.

Seven Laws Farmer.

Hu Bingyan. The wind, frost, snow and rain disturb the farmland, and how much hard work pays for the years.

Legs full of mud and detours, sweat all over the body before the fall.

Receive hope and be happy, and deduct the gold to be embarrassed.

A few officials and marquis are worried about the people, who knows that I am poor.

The red sun is scorching like fire.

Author] Song Anonymous [Dynasty] Song.

The red sun is scorching like fire, and the seedlings of Noda are half scorched.

The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and grandson shake the fan.

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen.

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

Min Nong 2 Song 2 II".

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

The Farmer Father" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi.

The hoe and the ploughing invaded the stars, and the acres were full of joy.

In the end, he belonged to someone else, and he didn't know where to throw his wife.

Wild Old Songs" Tang Dynasty: 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.

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

"Peach Spring".

Author, the mountains and the moon return with the people, and the chickens and dogs are noisy in the sunrise and clouds. Long song chanting pine wind.

Looking at a cloud tree from afar, leaning on a cane and waiting for the thorns, leaving guests in the harvest year is full of chickens and dolphins, and the stars of the river are scarce.

From now on, if you are allowed to take the moon idlely, the twilight fishing wood takes the water into, nearly enters the thousands of scattered flowers and bamboos, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the river go to Tianjin: Wang Wei's fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountain spring, does not distinguish where to find the source of immortals, the clothes are simple and ancient, and the competition leads the family to ask the capital, and Qingxi has a few songs to Yunlin.

The residents live together in Wulingyuan.

Out of the hole, regardless of the landscape, the poor alleys and cattle and sheep return, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

I'm drunk.

The mountain pass sneaks to the beginning of Kuma, Tao Ran forgets the machine, and the silkworm sleeps in the mulberry leaves.

The woodcutter first passed on the name of the Han Dynasty, the green radish brushed the clothes, and also started the countryside from the outside of the object: Wang Wei obliquely illuminated the ruins, and the wine chatted together.

Who knows that there are people in the gorge, and the mountains are open and looking at the flat land. But regardless of the way they came, they met and spoke, and the people did not change their clothes. That is, this envy is leisurely.

I don't know how far away I am to sit and watch the mangroves.

Spring is full of peach blossom water.

At that time, it was only recorded in the depths of the mountain, and it was faint.

Seven Laws Farmer.

Hu Bingyan. The wind, frost, snow and rain disturb the farmland, and how much hard work pays for the years.

Legs full of mud and detours, sweat all over the body before the fall.

Receive hope and be happy, and deduct the gold to be embarrassed.

A few officials and marquis are worried about the people, who knows that I am poor.

The red sun is scorching like fire.

Author] Song Anonymous [Dynasty] Song.

The red sun is scorching like fire, and the seedlings of Noda are half scorched.

The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and grandson shake the fan.

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen.

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

Min Nong 2 Song 2 II".

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food, every grain is hard?

The Farmer Father" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi.

Yunshou rock hoe ploughing invades the stars, and Longmu is full of joy.

In the end, he belonged to someone else, and he didn't know where to throw his wife.

Wild Old Songs" Tang Dynasty: 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 official warehouse is imported into the qinqin and shouted as 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.

Twilight descends from the Bishan, and the mountains and moons return with the people. But regardless of the way it came, the sky was wide and verdant. Hand in hand with the Tian family, the child opens the thorns.

The green bamboo enters the secluded path, and the green pothos brushes the clothes. Talk happily, drink and talk together. The long song sings the pine wind, and the river and stars are scarce.

I was drunk and happy, and I forgot the opportunity together.

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. Pheasant [sentence 隹] wheat miaoxiu, silkworm sleep mulberry leaves are scarce.

Tian Fu hoeed to, and the words of each other followed. That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

Tour Shanxi Village, 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.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night.

The fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountain spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait go to Tianjin.

Sit and watch the mangroves and ignore people.

The mountain pass sneaks into the first kuma, and the mountain opens to look at the flat land.

Looking at a cloud tree from afar, close to thousands of scattered flowers and bamboos.

The woodcutter first passed on the name of the Han, and the resident did not change the clothes of Qin.

The residents live in Wulingyuan together, and they also start from the countryside.

The moon is bright and the room is quiet, and the chickens and dogs are noisy in the clouds at sunrise.

I was shocked to hear that the laymen were vying to come to the set, and they were competing to return home to ask the capital.

Pingming Lu Lane sweeps the flowers and blooms, and the twilight fishing wood enters the water.

At the beginning, he avoided the land and went to the world, and he did not return it until he became an immortal.

Who knows that there are people in the gorge, and the world looks at the empty clouds and mountains from afar.

There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is difficult to see, and the dust is not full of homesickness.

Out of the cave regardless of the landscape, the resignation is intended to be a long time.

It is said that after the old is not lost, the peaks and valleys of Anzhi are changing.

At that time, it was only recorded in the depths of the mountain, and Qingxi was a few curves to the cloud forest.

Spring is full of peach blossom water, and I don't know where to find the source of immortals.

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

Loyal and honest, tireless and hard-working.