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Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

author:Shaocheng ink

Group of poems: five

Author: Mo Xiang

Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

【Song 1】

After the rain, the spring suburbs are about to be clear, and the farmers sing new voices

The mountains and forests are self-sufficient, and the wind and smoke are good, so why should the sea of people laugh and talk

The green reflects the short hedge flowers, and the red blossom grass invades the city

Donggao sunrise return early, and the heart of Yese Village is late

Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

[Song 2]

There is no one in the village and a hill, and the spring breeze and willows are all in Tingzhou

The rivers and lakes are anxious to return at the end of the year, and the sky is refreshing at the beginning of the day

Singing and dancing outside the flowers, bambooside books scatter dreams and souls

The green mountains and green levels are all about things, not all the East Monarchs say cows

Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

[Song 3]

The willows in front of the door blow the promenade, and the hibiscus reflects the sunset fragrance under the courtyard

The rain is enough to add to the rush of spring, and the sun is slanting and the sunset is light

The savages don't know Xizhou Road, and the boys compete to peep at the Nanmo wall

In order to ask the owner if he was okay, the east neighbor brought wine to the pond

Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

[Song 4]

A fresh breeze gives birth to bamboo shade, and the evening is full of coolness

The wild bridge runs through the shadow of the stream, and the mountain house dwellers lean on the heart of the tree

Lao Tzu has poems and joins the society, and the grandsons are also pursuing without skills

At this time, whoever recovers the bosom friend should be Gao Yang alone

Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

[Song 5]

The ten-mile stream is soaked in the blue sky, and the half-penny spring rises into the rice tube

The trees are lost in Nanpu, and the sky is separated by the north wind

The fishing songs outside the flowers are noisy at the shore corner, and the monks on the bamboo side fall to the east of the river

The village is melancholy here, and the Hengmen is a little red

Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral
Poetry of Seven Words: Pastoral

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