Text/Sun Changyin
It's spring again, and the people are intoxicated.
Pick green leaves and copy a painting, pull Bai Yun to write a poem.
The loofah square in the courtyard is on the shelf, and the dates have been weeping in front of the court.
The scenery of the farmhouse is interesting, and improvisational chanting is not bothersome.
Twilight returned
Text/Zhang Jingai
There are people at sunset barking, wagging their tails to return to the glow.
A trot met the rush, and the snow penetrated the path to print plum blossoms.
Yuji went to the vegetable garden
Text/Zhao Baojun
The rainy countryside is dark and searched along the stone path.
A few days ago, I just hoeed, and I saw that the grass between the seedlings was like a needle.
Ditching
Text/Chen Yufeng
Hundreds of acres of fields drive iron cattle, overturn the black soil and soak it in ghee.
The ridge platform has not waited for the seedlings to be green, and the dream has gone from spring to autumn.
100 acres of persimmon harvest (new rhyme)
Text/Cong Hua
Ying frost persimmon drunk mountain red, sister-in-law picked autumn ditty hum.
Pretend to be in the morning sun and the moon, and the harvest news will be sent to the capital.
Autumn Harvest (New Rhyme)
The fields are full of fragrant fragrance, and the fields flow with golden rice and rice grains.
The bleak west wind carries the good news, moving like a tide to grab the sound of autumn.