Return to the beginning of the words and preface

The rest of the family is poor, and the cultivation is not enough for self-sufficiency. The naïve room, the bottle has no storage corn, and the raw materials are not seen. The relatives persuaded the rest to be the chief officials, and they had a way to get rid of their hearts and ask for it. There will be things in the four directions, the princes will be virtuous with love, and the uncles will be poor and poor, so they will be used for Xiaoyi. At that time, the turmoil was not quiet, and he was worried about the distant service, Peng Ze went home for a hundred miles, and the benefits of the public land were enough for wine. So I asked for it. and a few days, there is a feeling of return. What is it? Qualitative nature, not pretentiousness. Although hunger and cold, he is sick against himself. Try to follow the personnel, all of them are self-serving. So he was generous and deeply ashamed of his life's ambition. If you still look forward to it, you will pass away. Xun Cheng's sister was mourned in Wuchang, and her love was in Junben, so she was exempted from her post. Mid-autumn to winter, more than 80 days in the official. Because things are going well, the fate is called "Return". Otomi years old November also.

Returning to the future, the countryside will not return? Since the heart is the form, the sorrow and the sorrow are lonely? It's not far away, and I feel that today is but yesterday is not. The boat is far away with a light flutter, and the wind is fluttering and blowing clothes. Ask the husband the way forward, hate the morning light.

It is Zhan Hengyu, and he is happy. The servants are welcomed, and the children are waiting for the door. The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. Bring the child into the room, and there is a bottle of wine. Introduce the pot to drink yourself, and the court is pleasant. Leaning on the south window to be proud, the knees are easy to be safe. The garden is involved in the fun, although the door is set up and often closed. Help the old to rest, and look at it from time to time. The clouds have no intention of going out, and the birds are tired of flying and know how to return. Jing Phong will enter, caress the lonely pine and coil.

When you return, please take a break from traveling. The world is contrary to me, and I will ask for the love of my relatives, and I will play the piano and book to dispel my worries. The peasants told Yu Yichun that there would be something to do in the west. Or a life towel car, or a lonely boat. It is not only slender to find a ravine, but also rugged and through the hills. Mu Xinxin is proud, and the spring trickles and flows. When all things are good, I feel that my life is resting.

How long will it take for you to stay in the middle of the country? What do you want to do? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected. Huai Liangchen is lonely or planting a cane. Dengdong Gao is a poem with Shu Xiao and a clear stream. Talk about multiplication and return to the end, Lefu's destiny is doubtful!

Returning to the field

You will be permanent in the capital, and you will not be able to use it in ignorance. In vain to envy the fish, the river is clear. Grateful for Cai Zi's generosity, he decided to doubt from Tang Sheng. Forgive the subtlety of the way of heaven, and chase the fisherman to play together. The dust of the super-eaves is gone, and the world is a long farewell.

So the mid-spring moon is clear, the time is harmonious and clear, the original is lush and lush, and the grass is prosperous. The king drums his wings, the partridge screams, and the neck is crossed, and the guan is closed. Yu Yan is at ease, chatting for entertainment.

Ernai dragon chanting Fang Ze, tiger roaring hills. Fly upwards and fish for long streams. Hit the arrow, greedy bait swallows the hook. The birds of the falling clouds, the hanging abyss and the sinking of the clouds.

In the time of Yaoling Russian view, followed by Wangshu. It is very enjoyable to swim, although it is forgotten day and night. Feeling the old man's testament, he will return to Penglu. The wonderful finger of playing the five strings, the book of Yongzhou and Kong. Wave Han ink to strive for algae, Chen Sanhuang's rail model. Indulge in things, and know what honor and disgrace are.

Summer idyll

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower is thin. No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

In May, Jiang Wu Mai Xiuhan, moving seedlings and draping still clothes. The rice root family is like a block, and the field water is one foot wide this year.

The two wheat are fighting for 100 dollars in autumn, and the Tian family is called Xiao Fengnian. There is no hunger in the cake oven and rice, and the rice is ripe in the west wind.

Hundreds of boiling soups and snow surge waves, and the cars are noisy and the rain is roaring. Sanggu pots and hands congratulate each other, and there are no more cocoons than silk.

The little woman got on the silk machine overnight, and the big elderly urged the tax to fly in a hurry. This year, fortunately, the silkworms are ripe, and the yellow silk weaving summer clothes are left.

The water flows out of the river in the lower field, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven, and the manpower is exhausted, and Ding Nan grows at the head of the treadmill.

The day rises and the night produces hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes. The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

The locust leaves are cool at the beginning of the day, and the green onions and rat ears are in pairs. Sangong only had to see three plants, and the idlers were full of shade in the north window.

Huangchen travelers sweat like pulp, and they rarely live in Nong's house and soak in the well; borrow the rock in front of the door to sit, and the willow yin pavilion is cool at noon.

Thousands of acres of hibiscus are blooming, and the flowers are lost and forgotten late. The family secretly knew the ship's place, and from time to time the ducklings were busy.

Cai Ling worked hard to waste the plough, and the blood fingers were dry and dry. I can't afford to buy land and talk about growing water, and recently the lake has also collected rent.

Thousands of locusts boil in the sun, and frogs are boundless and the night is long. If you don't treat deafness as a relative, the dream soul will fight for the quinoa bed?

Thirteen songs in the South Garden

The eyes of the flowers, branches and grass vines are open, and the small white grows red and the female gills.

Poor sunset and fragrant, marry the spring breeze without a matchmaker.

Gongbei Tian is full of energy, and Huang Sang drinks the palace curtain.

The long-waisted healthy woman secretly climbed and folded, and will feed the eight cocoons of King Wu silkworms.

The bamboo silk picks up the net car, and the green cicada is alone and the sunlight is oblique.

Peach gum welcomes summer fragrant amber, and self-taught more can grow melons.

Thirty is not more than twenty, and the day is long hungry for small nails and vegetables.

The elders of Qiaotou mourned each other, because of the legacy of Rong Tao's book.

Why don't the men take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures.

Please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar and a marquis?

Looking for chapters and excerpts from the old carving insects, Xiaoyue hangs a jade bow on the curtain.

I don't see the Liao Sea every year, where does the article cry the autumn wind?

Changqing is sad and empty, and Man Qian is witty and self-contained.

See the purchase of Ruoye River Water Sword, the Ming Dynasty returned to the ape father.

The first milk swallow flies in the spring water, and the small tail of the wasp flutters back.

The window contains a distant color through the book, and the fish hugs the incense hook near the rock.

The spring sand is soft and the mandarin ducks are warm, and the curved shore is late.

Epsom wine wooden column pepper leaf cover, sick face to lift up the seed water chestnut.

While letting Cai Yong remember today, he unintentionally lay in the spring breeze.

Shenan has bamboo kanshu characters, and he goes to the stream to be a fisherman.

The mouth of the long mountain valley leans on the Ji family, and the thousand peaks are old and cuihua during the day.

Self-walking rattan shoes collect stone honey, hand holding moss flocculent flowers.

Songxi black water new dragon eggs, Guidong nitrate old horse teeth.

Who sent Yu Qing to cut the road, and dyed the morning glow with a light silk.

The small trees open the path, and the smoke grows wet and wet.

The willow flowers are shocked, and the wheat rain rises in the fields.

The ancient temple is sparse, and the moon is hanging.

The sand head knocks on the stone fire, and the bamboo is burned to shine on the fishing boat.

Spring pastoral fun

The willow flower is deep in the alley, and the new green of the mulberry leaf tip is not completed. There is nothing to do when you sit and sleep, and you can watch the silkworms on a sunny day with a full window.

The soil plaster is about to move, the rain is frequent, the grass and thousands of flowers are blooming, and the barren fields are still green and beautiful, and the neighbors whip bamboo shoots over the wall.

The two wheat fields in the high fields are green in the mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and not cultivated; the peach is full of spring in the village, and the singing and drumming are clear.

The old pot is ripe and brings it to the Tiantou Sacrifice Society. Wu Yuan doesn't think the taste is thin, and the official wine of the flag pavilion is more gray.

The society burns money like thunder, and the sun is slanted to help the drunkard back. The green branches are full of flowers, and I know that my children and grandchildren are fighting grass.

Riding and blowing the east to the alley noisy, the spring carriage and horses are noisy like smoke. The cattle are not the road in front of the door, and the west of the door is moved to the edge.

The cold food flowers and branches are planted all over the head, and the skirt is green and a few flat boats. Once a year, you can visit the mountain temple, and you don't go to the Lingyan that is, Tiger Hill.

Guoli's people worship and sweep back, and the newly opened mash wine recommends green plums. Richang Road is close to the city gate, borrow me a thatched pavilion to warm a cup.

There is a good heart for spring, and the water is like a cup after the rain. The yellow dog went with the man, walked to the stream, and suddenly returned.

Planting the garden to get the fruit and reward the labor, but the children are not allowed to scratch the birds. The bamboo shoot path has been inserted, and the fishing gang is covered with cherries.

At the beginning of the auspicious day, the rice bales were planted, and the thunder and rain in Nanshan continued overnight. This year, I don't owe water to the seedlings, and the new rise will take a look at the small bridge.

The spring vegetables under the mulberry are full of green furrows, and the hearts are green and tender mustard moss fertilizer. Xitou washes and selects the head of the store to sell, and wraps salt and sells wine at dusk.

Late spring pastoral miscellaneous

Purple and green lettuce rolls are fragrant with lotus, and jade snow celery sprouts are long. Self-picking the creek wool is charged for the evening, and the short canopy stays in Hengtang in the wind and rain.

The old lotus lotus has been renovated, and the small lotus money has not risen. Considering the tight wind and waves in the plum sky, the reed roots are planted from the outside water.

Hu Die both entered the cauliflower, and there was no guest to Tian's house every day. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked, and it was known that a merchant had come to buy tea.

The skirt water is full of green islands, and the upper side is slightly cold and lazy to travel. The sound of frogs in the twilight is noisy, and this year's rice is very autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas come out in the morning to see the seedlings. The flowers are full of mulberry and hemp, and the wind comes to Ahuixiang.

The thirty silkworms are taboo closed, and there is no trace of the neighboring songs. It is still a sunny wind and dew, and the mulberry picking season is temporarily met.

Around the dirty water, there is no half of the year. If you don't look at the revetment, the boat will support the return of the field.

The thatch needle is soft and gradually wrapped, and the fluffy sweet acid is half dyed red. When the children returned from picking, they laughed, and the head of the cane hung a small basket.

The sea rain and the river are piled up, and the new fish and vegetables are returning in spring. On the bamboo shoots and river rays, the neem blossoms and the stone is the first to come.

Gu Yu is like silk and dust, and the floating wax of the boiled bottle is trying something new. The peony is broken and the calyx cherry is ripe, and the flowers are not allowed to fly but the spring.

After the rain, the mountain home got up late, and the skylight was half dark. The old man listened to the warbler's chirping, and the boy opened the door to let Yan Fei.

The black bird casts into the forest and passes by sparsely, and the smoke in the front mountain is twilight to the firewood. The child is like a leaf, and he returns alone to make a duck formation.

Winter pastoral fun

The slanting sun is low, the mountains are high, and the medicine is around the suburbs of the river. The frost wind smashed all the leaves of the thousand forests, and counted the nests of the storks by leaning on the branches.

The eaves of the back seemed to be baked the day before, and the warm and drunk were sleepy. What is the official position of the horse, and the side hat cage whips the north wind!

A handful of thatched grass is added to the house, and the walls of the dense mud house are like monks' dormitories. From the church house

The wind roars outside, and the hedge listens to the sound of the jade flute.

The pine is anointed as a candle cage, and the smoke is like ink in the darkroom; when you come to wipe the south window paper in the evening, you will feel that the slanting sun is twice as red.

Qiangaoyin lacks to build a cow palace, and the wine and dolphin hooves are drunk. There is no plague calf growing, and next year it will be planted in the east of the city.

Let the boat go to see the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind will be strange and cold and more condensed at night. Sit and listen to a penny of broken jade, but I don't know that the lake has become ice!

The snow is picked up to step on the ground, and the taste is like honey lotus root and fattening. Zhumen meat has no flavor and is only used as an ordinary dish.

The night is long without smoke and snow, and the wine simmered in the hearth is as warm as soup. Mo was disgusted that the old woman had no plates, and smiled at the taro and chestnut fragrance in the ashes.

Cook the wine before and after steaming in the spring, and the urn will be clear for a year. How can the house be like a mountain dwelling, and the rice is forbidden to enter the city.

Yellow paper is rented and white paper is urged, and soapy clothes go to the countryside in the afternoon. The chief's mind is very dry, and he begs Ruqing money to buy wine back.

Tanmei Gongzi is a chaimen, and the north branch is always in the south; suddenly I saw a small peach like a brocade, but I suspected that Nong was from Wuling.

The village alleys see the customs in winter, and the neighbors worship Chai Jing. The cheongsam cloth is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine.

Autumn idyllic fun

The weeping beads of the chrysanthemum are dripping red, and the two stalks correspond to the sand bush. The insect silk is exhausted of the yellow sunflower leaves, and the evening breeze on the side of the high flowers is lonely.

Zhu Men Qiao was boiling with joy at night, and the field house was quiet at dusk. Men can weave morning glory women, and they don't need to cross the river star.

The orange beetle is like a silkworm into a chemical machine, and the cocoons between the branches are like a coat; suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, and its wings are dry and learn to fly.

Look at the low webs of the eaves spiders, which hinder the flight of small insects for no reason. The dragonfly hangs upside down and the bee is embarrassed, urging the mountain boy to relieve the siege.

It is hard and difficult to hang into a sting, and it is more timid to avoid rain and wind. He sued the heavenly public for plundering the leftovers, half rewarding private debts and half losing officials.

Autumn is only afraid of the rain falling, and Jiazi has no clouds. After the rice is finished, the grain is dried and the grain is cleared until the time of the warehouse.

The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to the dive husband, and the sky is bright to see the Taihu Lake. Outside the body, the sky is silver, and there is no moon in the city.

The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family threshes rice while the frost is clear; the laughter and singing are light and thunderous, and the flail rings until dawn all night.

The chartered ship is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as frost. At the expense of losing two bells and one hu, he still wins the chaff and is full.

The poppy bottle is full of poppies, and the Heavenly Sect will be drunk for a career. I don't know if the new drop can be finely pounded to buy the fish,

Finely pound the fir, sell the fish, and the west wind blows the four-cheek perch. The cedar is crispy and greasy, but there is nothing everywhere except Songjiang.

The new frost is full of dawn and deep autumn, and the green forest is dyed as valerian. Only the orange orchard has a different scenery, and there is gold in the green bushes.