What are some ancient poems that describe the beauty and freedom of pastoral life? The more the better.

Du Fu's "Quatrains"

The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late day, and the spring breeze is fragrant.

The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep.

Du Fu's "Quequatrains"

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from the East Wu.

< p>Tao Yuanming's five poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields

One of them

There is no popular rhyme, and his nature loves hills and mountains. He accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirty years.

The birds are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. The wasteland is opened up in the southern wilderness, and the humble people return to the garden.

The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine thatched houses. The rear eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the peach and plum blossoms are in front of the hall. .

In the warm and distant village, the smoke in the ruins is lingering. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of the mulberry trees.

The courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure. I have been there for a long time. In the cage, you can return to nature.

Second

There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with bushes, and I have no thoughts about wine.

At that time, the people of Quxu returned to the market and walked around in grass. There were no words when we met, but the road was full of mulberry and hemp.

The mulberry and hemp days have been long, and my land has been broad. I am often afraid of frost and rain. At the end of the day, they are scattered and scattered like grass.

The third one

At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts. In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a moon load and a hoe.

< p>The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish is true.

Fourth: Go to the mountains and rivers for a long time, and enjoy the wilderness in the wild woods. .Try walking with your children and nephews in the deserted ruins.

Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live in the past. There are ruins of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees.

Ask about collecting firewood. Sorry, all these people are like a salary, and they told me that there will be no remnant after death.

Forsake the court and market for a lifetime, this sentence is true. Life is like an illusion, and it will end up empty.

Fifth Five

Returning from regret with a single plan, I experienced rugged and winding roads. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.

Pulling my newly cooked wine, the two chickens will lead to a close situation. .When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.

The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the rising sky.