Small bridges and flowing water with people’s houses,
The old road is winding with thin horses,
The sun sets in the west,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world
< p> 2 Lonely Wutong, the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn,3 Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
4 Visiting my old friend Meng Haoran in Zhuang
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house. Tree edge of the village together, Aoyama Guo oblique.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come back to see the chrysanthemums
5 Zheng Lanzhi, a native of Yi:
The pond is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft can be seen in the wind.
A few reed flowers are floating on the clear water, and the sunset is low on the lake halfway up the mountain.
The egrets fly over the rocks and there are thousands of frost spots on them, and the fish weave waves in the heart of the stream.
There is a fishing platform to express your interest, and you can enjoy the autumn scenery in the west of the city.
6 Yuan·Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
The sunset in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying dragon.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Returning to the countryside
Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass. 2. Poems about pastoral
Wang Wei's pastoral poems about landscapes
"Lu Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
"Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
"Birdsong Stream" People are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Tian Jiaxing
Author: Wang Jian
The male voice is happy and the female face is pleasant, and people don’t complain about saying goodbye.
Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear and the eaves are buzzing with the sound of cars.
Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and autumn moths flutter among the leaves.
When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know how to lose.
Don’t look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don’t sell yellow calves to the city.
The Tian family does not have enough food and clothing, but they are happy when they don’t see the county gate!
Wild Old Song Zhang Ji
The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil.
At the end of the year, I hoe and plow the empty house, and I call my children to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat.
Nie Yizhong Shang Tianjia
Selling new silk in February,
Selling new grain in May.
Heal the sores in front of your eyes,
Cut out the flesh in your heart.
I wish the king’s heart,
to turn into a candle of light.
If you don’t illuminate the Qiluo Banquet,
you will only illuminate the escape room.
Guan Tian Family Author: Wei Yingwu
A light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects.
The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began.
The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.
Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream.
Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment is a joy.
There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there.
Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will have enough money and food to go out of the village.
The Widow in the Mountains
Du Xunhe, Tang Dynasty
The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his clothes and temples were burnt.
The mulberry tree has been abandoned and still has to pay taxes, and the fields are desolate and still have to collect seedlings.
From time to time, pick wild vegetables and roots and cook them, and spin them into firewood with leaves to cook.
No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid conscription.
Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei
The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.
Pastoral in Spring Wang Wei
Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.
Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.
Passing by my old friend’s village Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Sui Yanxing Du Fu
Suiyun is dusk and the north wind is blowing, Xiaoxiang Dongting is covered with white snow. The fisherman's net is frozen in the cold weather.
Don't shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers.
A high-powered official hates wine and meat, but this generation is empty. The people of Chu value fish more than birds.
Don’t kill Nan Feihong in vain. It is said that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere, cutting off kindness and forbearing love, but returning rent and mediocrity.
In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carving clay is the easiest to get,
If your likes and dislikes don't match, your appearance will be dull. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?
Burning Song Wen Tingyun
Standing up and looking at Nanshan, the mountains and fields are burning. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again.
Climbing towards the rock, slowly climbing the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from afar.
The neighbor can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian".
Bean sprouts and insects are proliferating, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square.
The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the music of God is heard everywhere. When you hold money, people will tell you, and when you knock on tiles, you will hear the sound in the forest.
I got the hexagram on the mountain and came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane.
The wind drives away the smoke from the oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars burst out beyond the clouds, and the flying embers fell in front of the steps.
Laying back and moaning and sneezing, the crow mother cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax? 3. Write poems about the countryside
Fan Chengda’s Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons> (Part 1): The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the cauliflowers are snow-white and the wheat flowers are sparse. The days are long and no one passes by the fence. There are dragonflies and butterflies flying. Wengjuan's countryside in April>: The mountains are green and the plains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of Zigui. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, sericulture is being planted and fields are being planted. Yang Wanli's Xugong Store in Suxin City>: Fence The path is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet become shade. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, which fly into the cauliflower and are nowhere to be found. Pastoral Music No. 6 by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The peach red is full of lingering rain, and the willow green is even more tinged with morning smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping. Pastoral miscellany at four o'clock Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes by the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. At four o'clock, there is a lot of pastoral excitement. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. There are few people passing by in the forest. The smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.
There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn. At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty goes out to work in the fields during the day and works on hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 4. Ancient poems about the sun, moon, rain, snow, wind, mountains, rivers, and countryside
1. The majestic red clouds are to the west, and the ground is flat at the feet of the sun - "Three Poems of Qiang Village" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty < /p>
2. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Leyuan Tour"
3. Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun reaches the small building - Du Mu, of the Tang Dynasty, "Title" Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple"
4. A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. Bai Juyi's "Yin of the Dusk River"
5. When will the bright moon come? Drinking wine and asking the sky - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
6. The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time - Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty, "Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan"
7 .The bright moon is sentimental, and follows people everywhere--"Bodhisattva Man" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty
8. The bright moon shines on the high building, and the light is lingering--"The Song of Resentment" by Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms Wei
9. There is an afterglow in the light, but it is not enough to grasp it - Lu Ji of Jin Dynasty, "How bright is the bright moon"
10. When the moon rises, the birds startling the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream - Tang Dynasty .Wang Wei's "Birds Singing in the Stream"
11. The moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky - Tang Dynasty. Zhao Gu's "Jiang Tower Feels Old"
12. One cannot reach the bright moon by climbing it. Traveling but accompanying people - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Wine to Ask the Moon"
13. If the dusk rain does not come, spring will not go, and the flowers are all over the ground and the moon is hazy - He Zhu, Song Dynasty, "Jiangchengzi"
14. The mountain breeze blows through the forest, rustling as if there are people - Tang Dynasty - Cen Shen's "Late Autumn Mountain Tour"
15. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently - Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
16. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze - Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart"
17. See you in the pond with light rain, and you will know the good wind in your sleeves - Tang Dynasty. Du Mu's "Autumn Thoughts"
18. The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building - Xu Hun, Tang Dynasty "Evening View from the West Tower of Xianyang City"
19. The drizzle makes the clothes wet and invisible, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and are silent - Tang Dynasty. Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Yan Shiyuan"
20. Black clouds turn over The ink has not covered the mountain, and the white rain has jumped into the boat - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Wanghu Tower Drunk Book on the Twenty-Seventh Day of the First Month"
21. Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun. Opening--Tang Dynasty. Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey"
22. Chaimen hears dogs barking, and returns home on a snowy night--Tang Dynasty. Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
23. The spring snow is coming, and flowers are blooming wherever you touch it. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plums - "Spring Snow" by Dongfang Qiu, Tang Dynasty
24. The snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace - "North Wind Journey" by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty < /p>
25. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed--Tang Dynasty. Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Ancient poems describing the wind
"Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold.
"Spring Dawn" (Meng Haoran)
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.
An ancient poem describing clouds
"Zhongnan Farewell" (Wang Wei)
He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to the southern border of the mountains.
When things come and go, they go alone, and they know nothing about success.
Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time.
Ancient poems describing rain
"Spring Night Happy Rain" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty).
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Qingming Festival") (Du Mu)
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and passers-by are about to die. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Ancient poems describing snow
"Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow. Famous ancient poems about the sun, moon, wind, clouds, rain and snow. About famous ancient poems about the sun, moon, wind, rain and snow.
"Spring Snow" (Han Yu)
There is no youth in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. 5. Poems about the small river
Yellow River Tang and Five Dynasties - Luo Yin Don't lean donkey hide gelatin here, for God's will here is hard to understand.
It is not clear until you leave Kunlun to understand Yinhan Yingxu Qu. The great ancestor swore that the clothes and belts were small, and the immortals took advantage of the guests.
Who will be there three thousand years from now? Why bother to repay peace! Reading Twenty Modern History Poems - Wang Guowei Two clouds rise out of the sky, and the Nine-Meander Yellow River loops back around the earth. Since then, in the nomadic land, someone once called Fuxi.
Climbing the Stork Tower Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Zhihuan Genre: Five Wonders Category: Landscape The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.
Liangzhou Ci Era: Tang Author: Wang Zhihuan Genre: Yuefu Category: Frontier Fortress Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city in Wanren Mountain. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
Chanyu looked north at Fuyundui and killed horses several times and mounted the altar to offer sacrifices. The emperor of the Han Dynasty is so powerful now that he refuses to come back and get married.
Lang Tao Sha Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Yuefu Category: The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blown by the wind from the end of the world. Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.
Now, Beidou returns to the south. If you take a break, you won't be able to take a break, and you'll have to wait until the third watch to see the sun.
Autumn Look Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Li Mengyang Genre: Category: The Yellow River flows around the Han border wall, and there are a few rows of wild geese on the river in the autumn breeze. The guest chased the wild horse across the sea, and the general Tao shot the wolf with his arrow.
The yellow dust is flying across the ancient road [2], and the cold war is often fought in the daytime. I heard that there are many brave strategies in Dao Shuo, but who is Guo Fenyang now? Two Poems on the Yellow River Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Qijue Category: Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, the sound of the vertebral drum ringing bell is heard all over the world.
The iron horses roared endlessly, and the barbarians moved in groups with their high noses. On the west bank of the Yellow River is Shu. If you want to feed your family, there is no millet.
I would like to drive the common people to wear the king, and throw away gold and jade with a cart full of books. Traveling to the North Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai Genre: Yuefu Category: The candle dragon lives in a poor family, and the light is still shining.
The sun and moon shine less than this, only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.
In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her. Leaning against the door and looking at passers-by, it is sad to think of the bitter cold on the Great Wall.
When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden tiger-striped sword. There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in it, and a spider spins a web of dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle now and never come back. I couldn't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it. Crossing Hebei Era: Northern and Southern Dynasties Author: Wang Bao Genre: Category: The autumn wind blows the leaves, still like Dongting waves.
Changshan Lindai County, with pavilions and barriers surrounding the Yellow River. The heart is sad but the music is different, the heart is broken and the song is broken.
At dusk, the horses are approaching, and they have lost their way to Beishan. Sai Shangqu Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Yuefu Category: The Han Dynasty had no strategy, and the Huns invaded the Wei Bridge.
The autumn grass in Wuyuan is green, and Hu Ma is so arrogant. He was ordered to conquer the western extreme and march across the Yin Mountain side.
The Yan tribe fell into the Han family, and the women were without beauty. Switching to fighting and crossing the Yellow River, there will be many things to do when the troops are suspended.
The depression is thousands of miles away, and the vast sea is silent. Two Poems from the Temple of Shaoxi Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhenzong Genre: Category: Beautiful chants on Hezhou and virtues on Guirui.
The Huiyin still exists, and the pen is used to repair sacrificial matters. Shrink it to wrap the grass, and use it to wake up.
The spirit comes to visit Xin and brings blessings and blessings. Jiuquanzi Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun Genre: Ci Category: The Chu girl does not return, the building rests on the spring water of the small river.
The moon is bright, the wind is blowing again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse. The jade hairpin is slanted on the clouds and the servant girl is heavy, and the skirt is covered with golden phoenix.
Eight-line script, A Thousand Miles of Dreams, Wild Geese Flying South. Gratitude to the Emperor Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mao Pang Genre: Ci Category: Pavilion with green water and small river, Zhulan Bizuo.
Jiang Yuejuan ascends the tall willow tree. The painting building is misty, with all the curtains and curtains embroidered.
Yue knows my intention clearly and comes to meet me. The silver character plays the sheng, and the golden mink drinks wine.
A small breeze ruffles the sleeves. The thick smoke of treasure makes people thin with the smoke of mountains.
The dew is cool and the hairpin is cold, deeper and deeper. Gratitude to the Emperor Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mao Pang Genre: Ci Category: Pavilion with green water and small river, Zhulan Bizuo.
Jiang Yuejuan ascends the tall willow tree. The painting building is misty, with all the curtains and curtains embroidered.
The moon knows my intention clearly and comes to meet me. The silver character plays the sheng, and the golden mink drinks wine.
A small breeze ruffles the sleeves. The thick smoke of treasure makes people thin with the smoke of mountains.
The dew is cool and the hairpin is cold, deeper and deeper. 1. He Li Bai's "Farewell to Su Mingfu in Wei County for a Northern Journey" The capital of Wei came to Yan and Zhao, and the beauty praised Furong.
The water in Qi flows with jasper, and the boats and cars rush by every day. On both sides of the bank are brothels, and thousands of rooms are singing and singing.
The world is called noble and noble, and we meet each other every time we travel here. Du Fu's "The Washing of Soldiers and Horses (written after the capture of Beijing)" Tian Jiawang hopes that the rain will dry up, and the cuckoo will encourage spring planting everywhere.
The athletes from Qi Shang returned to Mo Lai, and the women in the south of the city were worried and dreamy. The strong men of Ande stretch across the Tianhe River, but the soldiers who clean and wash their armor do not need it.
"Will Enter the Wine" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and rush to the sea never to return. Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. My talents are destined to be useful, and I will come back after all my gold has been spent.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.
A song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I wish I could stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a banquet with thousands of people.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it at your discretion. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Part One of Wang Zhihuan's "Two Poems on Liangzhou" Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass . 6. Poems about landscapes and pastoral poems
1. "Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 2. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems on a Spring Day" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty The rooster sounds at noon in the deep lane of willow flowers, and the tips of the mulberry leaves are not green yet.
Nothing happened while sitting and sleeping, and the windows were filled with silkworms growing on a sunny day. The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming.
The wild border behind the house is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor is whipping bamboo shoots over the wall. The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed.
The village is full of peach blossoms, and the spring is like brocade, and the singing of drums has passed the Qingming Festival. The Dumao firewood has just ripened in the old basin, and it is brought to the Tiantou Festival Shrine.
Don’t be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. The money-burning drums below the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return.
The green branches and flowers are scattered all over the ground, and I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring.
Don’t tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle.
I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill. The people in Guoli come back to worship and recommend green plums to their newly brewed mash.
Richang Road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in that thatched pavilion. I have a good mood when I look for spring in my step, and the water in my hoofs is like a cup after the rain.
He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. The fruits of the garden are rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds.
Thorns have been inserted into the bamboo shoots, and cherries have been laid out. It was an auspicious day to plant rice bags at the beginning of the year, and thunder and rain continued all night long in Nanshan.
This year I don’t owe water to the rice fields. Take a look at the newly raised water and take a look at the small bridge. The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile.
I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. 3. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems in Late Spring" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. The purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow.
I collected hair from the stream to provide for the night, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the rain. The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned, and the little lotus flowers have not grown.
Taking into account the strong wind and waves during the plum weather, we planted reed roots from outside water. Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.
When chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, I know that a merchant is coming to buy tea. The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and lazy to go out.
The frogs are singing in the dusk and the dawn is rising. The rice field is very autumn this year. The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings.
Hundreds of flowers are floating in the air, and the fragrance of asafoetida is blown by the wind. Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors.
It’s still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season. Around the dirty water, half of the hut is open.
It is difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice plants. The boat can carry Fengtian back. The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red.
The children are smiling when they return from the collection, and a small cage is hung high on the head of the staff. The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and fresh fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, eucalyptus buds sprout and neem seeds bloom. Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the boiled bottle is trying something new.
The peonies break their calyxes and the cherries are ripe, but the flying flowers are not allowed to reduce the spring. After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim.
The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the orioles singing, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly. There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 4. "Summer Pastoral Miscellany" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty (1) The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. (2) In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes.
The rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year. (3) When the two wheat crops fall, they fight for a hundred coins, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian.
The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. (4) The boiling soup and the snow surge, and the chariots noisy and the raindrops sing.
Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other, there are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons. (5) The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly.
Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, leaving enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. (6) The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young man grows up on the front of the bicycle.
(7) Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
(8) The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days, the weather is cool, and the green mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window.
(9) Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly, and they often stay at the farmer’s house to wash the well and incense; I sit on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool at noon. (10) Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that one gets lost and forgets to return home late at night.
The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise. (11) The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow with elixirs and the ghosts are withered.
I can’t afford to buy land to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. (12) Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and the endless frogs are chirping in the long night.
If the deafness is not cured, will the dream soul fight for the bed of quinoa? 5. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellanies in Autumn" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are correspondingly talking about the bushes. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
The rich family is full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouse is quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star.
The tangerine beetle is like a silkworm entering its transformation machine, and the cocoons hanging from the branches are like coir raincoats; suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, and it learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink. Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds its low web, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason.
The dragonfly was embarrassed and called the mountain boy to rescue him. The work of Chuichengzhu is hard and difficult. I avoid the rain, hate the wind, and even shy away from the cold.
The note told God not to plunder the leftovers, and half of them were rewarded for private debts and half lost to officials. When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it.
After the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until it is clear enough to enter the warehouse. The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the sky.
The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city. The mud mirror in the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear; the thunder is thundering amid the laughter and singing, and the flails are ringing all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose a dendrobium in two minutes, you still win the chaff core.
The house is full of poppy bottles and poppies, and the Heavenly Cult will make a drunken living. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? The rakes are pounded carefully to buy bighead carp, the rakes are pounded carefully to sell clams, and the west wind blows up the four-gilled perch.
There are thousands of strands of crisp and greasy cedar, except everywhere in Songjiang. The new frost marks the dawn and marks the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests.
Only the orange garden has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees. 6. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellanies in Winter" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. The sun is setting low in the mountains and the moon is high. I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping.
The frosty wind has pounded all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests. The eaves on my back felt like it was toasty the day before, and I felt sleepy after being drunk because of the warmth.
There is no official position for passing through the door, fighting against the north wind with a side hat, cage and whip! A handful of thatch was added to the roof, and the walls of the dense mud room resembled a monk's dormitory. The dark wind roars outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence.
The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom; when I come in the evening and wipe the paper on the south window, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red. When Gao Yin was short, he built the Cow Palace, and when he drank wine, he drank the pig's hooves and drank the earth.
The calves are growing without plague in Gukuan. Next year, more will be planted to the east of the city. Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear. The wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening.
Sitting and listening to a handful of broken pearls and jade, I don’t know that the lake has turned into ice! Pluck the snow to pick out the ground sativa, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who doesn't have a plate of food. She smiles and points to the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
The wine is boiled before spring and then steamed. 7. Write a beautiful paragraph about pastoral rivers
The rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields. In the distance, there are huts with simple shapes and harmonious colors. It is a beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!
There are ancient windmills. The windmill leaves are like outstretched wings, rotating in the wind, forming a unique scenery with green grass and wild flowers, adding a magical color to this fairy tale world!
Pairs of brightly colored, exquisite and gorgeous wooden shoes, symbolizing sweet love! And the gorgeous tulips have captivated countless lovers...
In the season of tulips, the smiles of pretty and charming girls spread their fragrance like flowers...
By the quiet lake, windmills, green grass , the small house is so cozy
The tulip fields are bright and fragrant, and the windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?
The tall building is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting!
Everywhere is filled with green, and even the air smells of grass.
The surroundings are green and stunning, and the windmills have stopped, reveling in the beautiful scenery... 8. About the landscape and countryside
Hello, I am very happy to help you answer your question. The representative works of landscape and pastoral poetry are as follows:
Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
The old friend has chickens and millet and invites I'm at Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Chiri's rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Five Poems by Tao Yuanming
One of them
He had no suitable rhymes, and his nature was to love hills and mountains. He fell into the net of dust by mistake, and was gone for thirty years. .
The birds are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. They open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine thatched houses. Behind the shade of elms and willows Eaves, in front of Taoliuo Hall.
In the distant village, the smoke in Yiyi Ruins. Dogs bark in the deep lanes, and roosters crow on top of mulberry trees.
The courtyard is dust-free and the room is empty. I have some spare time. After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
Second
There are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets. In the daytime, under the bushes, I have no thoughts about wine. .
At that time, people gathered in the ruins, walking around in grass. There was no murmur when we met, but the road was full of mulberry trees.
The days of mulberry trees have been long, and my land has been vast. . I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the scattered grass will be scattered.
The third one
Plant beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of grass and the bean seedlings are sparse. In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but I have fulfilled my wish.
The fourth step
A long trip to the mountains and rivers , enjoying the wilderness in the wild woods. Try taking your children and nephews to walk in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live in the past. There are remains of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees.
< p> I would like to ask the firewood collectors, how are these people like the firewood collectors? The firewood collector told me that there will be no remnant after death.This sentence is true if you abandon the court and market for a lifetime. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will end up in nothingness. < /p>
Fifth Five
Returning from regret alone, it is a rugged journey. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
I will pour my newly cooked wine, Two Roosters bring closeness to the game. 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 sky.
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9. Poems about describing landscapes and pastoral areas
Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons
(Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda
Working in the fields by day and growing hemp at night, < /p>
Every child in the village is in charge of his own family.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree.
Birdsong Stream
Tang Wangwei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle,
The night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
The moonrise scares the mountain birds,
They sing in the spring stream.
Passing by my old friend’s village
[Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Wang Wei
"Deer and Chai"
There is no one in the empty mountain,
But you can hear people's voices.
Return to the scene and enter the deep forest,
The light shines on the moss again.
Qingpingle·Village
Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but whose old lady is gray-haired?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. His favorite child is a rogue, lying at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.
Wang Wei
"Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"Visiting Shanxi Village"
Lu You
Mo Xiao's farmer's house is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick.
Wait, wait~~
There are many pastoral poems about landscapes, and the poems written by several famous poets, such as Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Tao Yuanming, Fan Chengda, etc. are mostly in the pastoral style. 10. Poems describing the pastoral countryside
Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai"
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"
The hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood have red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this time of envy and leisure has faded away, and the songs of sadness have faded away.
Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"
The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people don't complain about saying goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city.
The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!