Spring is the most beautiful season, full of poetry, in the pen of the literati and inkers, spring is intoxicating and desirable. When spring comes, many people are busy enjoying spring, stepping on green, and indulging in the spring light. Ancient China was a big agricultural country, and in ancient times, the arrival of spring not only brought people beautiful scenery, but also meant that they would soon be busy. In the eyes of the peasants, it is not that there is no beauty, but they will not blindly immerse themselves in it, for them, labor is the main content of spring, and seeing the scenery is only incidental.
Last night the fight returned to the north, and this year the year began to the east.
I am strong in my old age, and I am still worried about the farmer.
Kuruno is the father of the cultivator, and the hoe follows the shepherd boy.
The Tian family occupies the climate and says this good year.
- Tang Meng Haoran, "Tian Jia Yuan Ri"
A new year has begun. Last night the Big Dipper turned to the east, and today it was the first day of the New Year. I am in my forties and care for the people even though I have no official position. Approaching the farmers who cultivate the fields, carrying hoes and following the shepherd boys, they experience the joy of labor. Farmers speculate about this year's climate, and everyone says that this year is a good year. At the beginning of the new year, people's hearts are full of hope, come on!
Spring happily blossomed with a touching smile, and the first thing the farmer noticed was the green crops in the fields, which were the hope of the year.
The farmhouse is not tired of a sunny winter, and the spring is gradually taking shape.
Last night's new thunder prompted good rain, and the vegetables and wheat were the first to be green.
--Song Xujie, "Happy Rain in the New Year"
Winter is always dry and rainy, winter to spring, the figure of spring gradually becomes clear. Last night, new thunderstorms spawned spring rains, and the vegetable gardens and wheat fields were green and seemed to be conveying the news of spring to the people. Flowers and grasses have not yet become a climate, but the crops that people plant, after a winter, have finally ushered in a warm spring, growing well and thriving, which is really good.
Spring has arrived, and the people in the village have begun to get busy, preparing for spring plowing.
Spring doves sing on the house, and apricot blossoms on the edge of the village are white.
Holding an axe to cut far away, the lotus hoe to the spring vein.
Return to the old nest, the old people look at the new calendar.
The temptation is not to be disobedient, and the long-distance traveler is worried.
——Tang Wangwei, "Pastoral Works in Spring"
In the spring, the doves on the roof are singing, and there are large white apricot blossoms on the edge of the village. Armed with an axe to sort out the long branches of the mulberry tree, carry a hoe to see if the spring water is unimpeded. The returning swallows seemed to recognize the old nest, and the owner of the house was looking through the New Year's calendar. Spring light is so beautiful! When the master raised his wine glass, but stopped again, he remembered the wanderer in the distance, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of trepidation, spring is coming, the swallows are also back, and when will the people who have traveled far away return?
Wang Wei is a landscape pastoral poet, he loves spring, not only loves the beauty of spring, but also likes the industrious and simple people in nature.
It is less than a year after Higashiyama, and it is not until he returns to plant Springfield.
In the rain, the grass is green and the peach blossoms on the water are burning.
The Yūrō Bhikkhu Sutras are studied, and the Rickets are the sages of the township.
Cloaked and dressed and seen each other, they laughed and weighed in front of the door.
- Tang Wang Wei, "Farewell to The River"
The poet has not been to Dongshan for a year, and this time he returned, just in time to meet the cultivation of spring fields, and he felt very kind. The scenery in the village is really beautiful, in the drizzle, the grass is bright green, as if it can be dyed cloth, and the peach blossoms by the water are dazzling, as if they are going to burn. As soon as they heard that the poet had returned, his friends came to see each other, some of them were dressed and not even shoes, everyone talked and laughed, and talked freely in front of the firewood gate, so unhappy! Spring is beautiful, but more beautiful than spring is these lovely villagers.
In the spring, a hundred flowers bloom, warblers and swallows dance, some people are busy giving poetry, some people are busy drinking, farmers do not have time to savor this scenery, but they do not blend with the spring light all the time.
The mountains are layered with peach and plum blossoms, and the fireworks between the clouds are people's homes.
Silver and gold noodles come to bear water, and long knives and short knives go to burn she.
——Tang Liu Yuxi, "Nine Songs of Bamboo Branches, Nine Of Them"
The mountains are covered with brilliant peach blossoms and plum blossoms, the clouds are leisurely, and the place where the fireworks rise is where people are. It was the time of spring ploughing, and the people were very busy, and the women wearing silver and gold noodles went down the mountain to carry water, ready to cook, carrying long knives and men wearing short hats to set fire to the fire and prepare for farming. Spring nature is full of vitality, and industrious people add vitality and hope to the world.
The spring countryside, beautiful and warm, while enjoying the spring, while working, is not to live up to the spring light.
The eastern outskirts of Yerba Buena, the home of the wild fence.
A foot of water in the flat domain, a small garden of flowers.
Green basket idle ploughing rain, red dress half picking tea.
The village is close to the cold food, and the willows are all over the eaves.
--Song Xiancunren, "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Outside the sparse fences, the grass outside the eastern suburbs is the home of the old farmer. Spring rain accumulates in the fields, and various flowers bloom in the small garden. Farmers wearing green baskets are unhurriedly ploughing the spring fields, and women in red dresses are picking spring tea. The Cold Food Festival is approaching, every household has planted wicker under the eaves, and the spring days are so plain, but they are also steadfast. For farmers, spring is the season of sowing, spring planting and autumn harvest, is a custom for thousands of years, but also the guarantee of the continuation of a better life, hard work has been carved into the genes.
The village in spring is beautiful, and life may be dull, but at this time, people can feast their eyes and maybe even be full of food.
Purple lettuce roll lotus fragrant, jade snow celery buds plucked long.
Self-picking creek hair filling evening offerings, short canopy wind and rain stay in Hengtang.
——Song Fan Chengda, "Four Hours of Pastoral Miscellaneous One"
Lettuce is delicious, lotus leaves are fragrant, celery buds are like snow jade, and the white is long. Pick this spring side dish for dinner. Wind and rain suddenly arrive, shelter in the boat, you can swim around, it is rare to have a leisure time! At this point, listen to the rain with peace of mind!
After the spring rains, it is a good season for spring ploughing, the rain moisturizes everything, but also melts away the frozen soil, at this time people do not dare to slack off, have begun to cultivate the land.
The clouds cover a thousand mountains and darkness, and the grace stains all things in spring.
Dissolve adds fine waves, dotted with wet aromatic dust.
The red washed flowers are clean, and the green willow color is new.
The agricultural affairs in the eastern suburbs are moving, and gradually a ploughman is getting faster.
- Yuan Ye Yong, "Spring Rain"
Dark clouds shrouded, a thousand mountains dark, rain falling, everything recovered, spring gradually thickened. Spring rains fly everywhere, adding clusters of fine waves to the rivers, and the spring rains are dotted and wet with flowers and grasses. After the baptism of spring rain, the safflower is cleaner and the willow color is brighter. The poet not only found that the scenery in the spring rain was exceptionally beautiful, but also found that the farmers cultivated diligently, and in the fine spring rain, hope was born spontaneously.
Spring is getting deeper, the spring light is getting thicker, and the farmers are still busy.
Cultivators support the forest hill, and a gull falls outside the flowers from time to time.
To test how much rain comes in the spring, the wild pond floods the water to return to the boat.
--Song Zhou Bangyan, "Spring Rain"
Farmers in the mountains and forests were holding the plough while talking, and a white gull fell from outside the flowers from time to time. If you want to know how much rain it rains in the spring, and see the spring water in the wild pond, you can already row!
Spring came, and the farmers began a new year of farming, sowing seeds and hope, hoping for a good harvest in the autumn. Spring is beautiful, for farmers, the best cherishing and rewarding of spring light is to get busy! Get busy! The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the time is not waiting, no matter in any era, for any person, it is still the same.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.