We run in the reinforced concrete of the city for life, do we feel like a tired bird, in the cage for a long time, want to return to the past, and return to nature.
But the reality is too cold, and we are helpless.
When you miss the free life in the field more and more, you may wish to read the idyllic poems.
01
Under the eastern fence of the chrysanthemum, you can leisurely see the South Mountain. —— Tao Yuanming, "Drinking"
02
Rice blossoms say good year, listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Zhiyi, "Xijiang Yue • Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road"
03
One to two or three miles, four or five yan villages. —— Shao Yong, "Mountain Village Yonghuai"
04
Desert paddy field flying egret, yin yin summer wood yellow oriole. ——Wang Wei, "The Accumulation of Rain and Chuanzhuang"
05
The sun-long hedge fell without anyone, but the dragonflies and butterflies flew. ——Fan Chengda, "Four Gardens of Tian Shi"
06
The green is all over the mountains and the white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-rules. - "Country April"
07
The green is all over the mountains and the white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-rules. ——Cao Xueqin, "Apricot Curtain in Sight"
08
The thatched eaves are low and the grass on the creek is green. --Xin Renjie, "Qing Ping Le"
09
Open the noodle garden and put the wine into the mulberry. ——Wang Wei, "Passing the Old Man's Village"
10
When people do not understand the hardships of farmers, they will be said to be self-generated by Tanaka Valley. ——Yan Renyu, "The Farmer"
11
The sunset is merciless and the most affectionate, prompting thousands of trees to sing the twilight cicadas. ——Yang Wanli, "Early Autumn Garden"
12
The long thatched eaves are swept clean and moss-free, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand. ——Wang Anshi, "The Second Song of Mr. Yin's Wall"
13
The light rain is new, and a thunder sting begins. —— Wei Yingwu, "GuanTianJia"
14
From now on, if you are idle and ride the moon, you will knock on the door at night with a staff. ——Lu You", "You Shanxi Village"
15
At night, the south wind rises, and the wheat is covered with yellow. —— Bai Juyi, "Guan Jia Mai"
May reading idyllic poetry evoke the beauty in our hearts.