The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie's The Wounded Family
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen's "Burning Song"
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Loser-Yan Shu.
Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.
The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.
Laughter comes from two faces.
Yan Shu, a famous prime minister and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, has an anthology called "Poems for Rain".
2. Poetry 1. Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village;
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
2.
Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
3.
Selected poems of Wang Wei
Meet sb. leave
I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.
You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.
Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
Send Zhang Wu back to the mountain.
Send you all the melancholy, and who will you send back?
Hold hands for a few days, and once you brush your clothes first.
There is a hut in Dongshan. Fortunately, it swept across Fei Jing.
When you thank the authorities, you won't worry.
Money was sent back to his hometown after failing the list.
(Farewell)
There were no hermits in the era of political clarity, and the service talents were for the administration of the imperial court.
Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's far from Junmen, but you find that your dedication is invalid.
In order to spend a day without fire on a river in the south, Luo Jing (a symbol) sews spring clothes.
After a long journey to buy wine (one goes to Chang 'an Road and the other to the pavilion), I will soon be left here by my friends.
You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
Guided by trees in the distance, this lonely rural city is in the twilight.
When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
Lantianshan Shimen Jingshe
The sunset is beautiful, and the ship will return to the air.
Exploring the strange (one for fun) is not far, because the supply is poor.
I love the distant Yunmu show (masterpiece), but at first I suspected that the road was different (masterpiece).
Ann (writer) knows desire, and I am connected with Qian Shan.
Give up the basics and ignore the policy, so it is just right.
There are four or five old monks living in the shade of pine and cypress.
Fanlin is not early (one side), and the night Zen Mountain (one heart) is quieter.
Tao Xin and (a friend) the shepherd boy, the world asked Chai Ke.
Under the long forest (a well), burn incense and lie on the Yao mat.
Houses are built with clothes that attack people, and mountains and moons reflect stone walls.
You will be more successful if you are afraid of making mistakes again.
Smile and thank the Taoyuan people, and the bonus will come back.
clear stream
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
Yang (performing) Yangfanling, where weeds are flourishing on both sides.
I have always been so pure in my heart, and Qing Chuan (Amin) is so light.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
4. Five Songs of Returning to the Garden
First of all:
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle. Grow in a cage
3. In ancient poems, it is described that "living in a comfortable environment is not good":
1. Born in sorrow and died in happiness-Mencius said to his son
2. If you enter, you can't have a home, but if you leave, you will be invincible against foreign invasion, and the country will perish-"Mencius Sue"
3. "The Seven Laws. Persuade "Wang Baochi
Learning from the forest to explore the road is far-reaching, and no one has ever seen the wonders.
Since ancient times, great talents have suffered a lot, and there have never been many great men.
The book is wonderful, the scenery is diligent, and the deep spring is bitter.
After romance, I am willing to fall behind others and stay away from the front.
4. "Ode to the Opening Class" by Zen Master Don Juan Berry
Dusting is very tiring, so do it tightly with the end of the rope.
How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold?
5. Diligent articles about "warning the world"
There are fields that don't plow, and books that don't read children and grandchildren.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
If you don't study hard when you are young, you will regret studying late when you are old.
When the book is used, I hate it less. It's not difficult. Let's talk about it later.
The bench will be cold for ten years, and the article will not be empty.
Wisdom comes from diligence, and greatness comes from the ordinary.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
You must work hard if you want to survive and be rich.
6. "Introduction to the Five Dynasties Stone Spirit View" Song Ouyang Xiu
Oh! The truth of ups and downs, although called destiny, is not human nature! The original Zhuang Zong won the world for a better reason than those who lost it.
It is said that the king of Jin will eventually give three arrows and tell him, "Liang, I hate him;" Prince, what I represent; I made an appointment with the Khitan brothers; Everyone went back to Jin and Liang. I hate these three. With your three arrows, you will never forget your father's ambition! " Zhuang Zong was hidden in the temple. Later, when fighting, he sent someone to tell the temple with a small supervisor, asking for his arrow, filling his move, opening up passively, and returning in triumph.
It was Yan and his son who wrote that Liang Junchen was the first king, entered the ancestral temple and went back to the first king to tell him that he had succeeded. He is full of energy and can be described as powerful! And the enemy has been destroyed, the world has been decided, a woman cries at night, and the chaos should be four. When the soldiers see the thief, they disperse, and the monarch and the minister care about each other and don't know where to go. As for swearing, breaking my hair and crying, how bad! Is it hard to get and easy to lose? Suppress the traces of its success or failure, but all come from others?
"Book" said: "Full loss, modest profit." It is natural that fatigue can rejuvenate the country and leisure can die. Therefore, Fang Qisheng is also a hero in the world and cannot compete with him. And its decline, dozens of actors trapped, the country died and died, laughing at the world. Husband's misfortune often makes a mickle, but wisdom and courage are trapped in drowning, so he is a lonely person! Make the biography of Lingguan.
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4. A poem expressing that I remember my brothers on a moonlit night and have no intention of enjoying comfort in troubled times.
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
This poem was written by Du Fu in Qin Zhou in the autumn of 759 in Gan Yuan, Tang Suzong. In the 14th year of Tianbao in Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (755), An Shi Rebellion broke out. In September of the second year of Gan Yuan, An Lushan and Shi Siming set out from Fanyang to the south, captured Bianzhou and entered Luoyang in the west. Shandong and Henan are at war. At that time, Du Fu's younger brothers were scattered in this area, and because of the war, there was no communication, which made him feel intense anxiety and yearning. This poem is a true record of his thoughts and feelings at that time.