The poem about rural scenery is a five-character quatrain 1. Ancient poems describing rural pastoral scenery, five-character quatrains and two poems.
1, not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
He moved his home to the city wall and the country road to Sang Ma's residence. The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn.
There was no dog barking at the door, so I asked my neighbors in the west. His neighbor reported that he went to the mountains and always wanted to reflect the sunset on the western hills when he came back.
Translation:
He moved his home to the city wall, where the country road leads to Sang Ma.
Chrysanthemums are planted near the fence, but they don't bloom in autumn.
I haven't heard the dog barking since knocking at the door. I'm going to ask about my neighbors in the west.
The neighbor replied that he had gone to the mountains, fearing that it would be dusk when he came back.
2. An autumn night in the mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
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.
Translation:
After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather is particularly cool in early autumn and evening.
The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks.
The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe.
Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.
Step 3 pass by the village of the old man
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
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.
Translation:
My old friend prepared a sumptuous dinner and invited me to visit him in Tian She.
Green Woods surround the village, and a green hill leans vaguely outside the city wall.
Pushing open the window to face the threshing floor and vegetable garden, drinking wine and chatting about farming.
The Double Ninth Festival is coming, and I will come here to see chrysanthemums.
4. "Back to the Garden, Part III"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Translation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night.
The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
5. My retreat in Zhongnanshan
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Translation:
After middle age, I had a strong desire to do good, and I didn't settle down in the border of Zhongnanshan until my later years.
When I am interested, I often go to play alone. When I am happy, I also have a good time and indulge myself.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the rising clouds change.
I happened to meet a village elder in the Woods. I talked and laughed with him and often forgot to go home.
2. Five poems describing rural scenery
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss. "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran didn't learn dawn in his spring sleep, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. "Bird Watching Creek" Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. "In the Mountain" Wang Wei Jingxi white stone, cold and thin red leaves.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. Wang Wei, who lives in autumn, stands in the autumn evening in an empty mountain after the rain.
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. Meng Haoran, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your 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. "Drinking" Tao Yuanming built a house in a humanistic environment, with no chariots and horses.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
3. Six five-character pastoral poems
To say that five-character poems describing rural scenery belong to Tang poetry, there are the following six kinds:
1. Pastoral Wang Wei 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.
2. Wang Wei, 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.
3. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di Wang Wei.
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .
4. Wu Xinyi Wang Wei
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.
5. Zhu Wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
6. "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Wang Wei
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.
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