1. Poems about describing rural scenes
Poems about describing rural scenes 1. Poems about describing rural scenes
1. This type of poem can It can be summarized as a landscape pastoral poem, please choose from the following: 1. Passing through an old friend's village Author: Meng Haoran An old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Let's hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 2. Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons Author: Fan Chengda The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 3. Summer garden miscellaneous. Author: Fan Chengda. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, white snow, and cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. In May, the weather 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. 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. The boiling water is boiling, the snow surges into the waves, the chariots are noisy and the raindrops are humming.
Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other, there are not too many silk cocoons but too many cocoons. 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, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges plow 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.
During the day, we work in the fields and at night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own house. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days and the weather is cool. The leaves are green and green in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window.
Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly. 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 in the afternoon. Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home late at night.
The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise. The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow out, and the essence of the ghost is withered.
I can’t afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night.
If the deafness is not cured, the dream soul will fight for the bed of quinoa? 4. Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, where people stay and buy wine. Author: Li Bai. From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a slight hint of green.
Together with the Tian family, childishness blossoms. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.
Have a rest while chatting and drinking wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.
I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance. 2. Extended introduction: Landscape pastoral poetry, one of the ancient Han poems.
It originated from Xie Lingyun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. This type of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, rural scenery, and comfortable and tranquil secluded life.
The poetry is meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the line drawing technique is mostly used. Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the Pastoral Poetry School of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the Landscape Poetry School of the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the Landscape Poetry School of the High Tang Dynasty.
Poets take landscapes and pastoral areas as their aesthetic objects, and cast their delicate brushstrokes on the quiet mountains, forests, and leisurely fields, creating a pastoral life to express their dissatisfaction with reality and their desire for a quiet and peaceful life. yearning.
2. Ancient poems describing rural scenery
The poems describing the beautiful rural scenery are: Green trees surround the village, green mountains sloping outside;
Describing winter scenery Verses of
1. And now this winter, the death of Kansai has not stopped. (Du Fu: "Army Chariots")
2. The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter mountains are beautiful with cold pines. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons")
3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, but the winter has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "A storm broke out on October 28th")
4. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the year is bright and bright. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")
5. The sound of the sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi")
6. When midwinter comes, all the flowers will die. (Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms")
7. I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms")
8. Children are making noise next to each other in the snow in winter, but the foolish Confucians on the other side are precious. (Lu You: "Residence in the Suburbs in Autumn")
9. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the kneeling lanterns accompany you. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness at Winter Solstice")
10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings spring to the winter solstice. (Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi")
1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""
2. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches are there? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")
4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")
5. The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu De ancient grass to say goodbye))
6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
(Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")
7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai))
9. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")
10. Spring scenery The garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")
Summer in Poems
1. I don't know how hot it is, but I cherish the summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao")
2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wanqing))
3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Sailing in Chishi))
4. The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night")
5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat when I sit still. (Dai Fuxu: "Great Heat")
6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer. (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet")
< p> 7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County")8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only wake up to summer when it clears up. Deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. There is no need to regret when the flowers are gone, the summer trees are in full bloom. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")
Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")
2. Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers can bloom (Li Qiao: "Wind")
3. Plant a grain of millet in spring. , harvest thousands of seeds in autumn (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline ("Han Yuefu? Chang Ge Xing")
5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the boat thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty is parked at the door. (Du Fu: "Queju")
6. The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")
7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, but I say that autumn is better than spring (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")
8. The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly. , The small fan flutters against the fireflies (Du Mu: "Autumn Evening")
9. When are the spring flowers and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past (Li Yu: "Yu Meiren")
10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool day in autumn (Xin Qiji: "The Ugly Slave? Shubo Mountain Road")
3. What are the poems describing rural scenery?
1. It is winter this year, and there are still soldiers in Guanxi. (Du Fu: "War Chariots")
2. The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter mountains are beautiful with cold pines. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons"). )
3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, and the winter has not been redeemed (Lu You: "The storm broke out on October 28th")
4. Winter is coming to an end tonight. The year is bright and the days are long. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")
5. The sound of the sheng blows up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow (Wang Wei: "Poetry of the Four Qi")
6. When midwinter comes, all the flowers are gone (Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms")
7. I don't know if the blooms bloom first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold out after the winter snow (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms")
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8. The children are noisy in the winter snow, but the foolish scholar is Zizhen on the shore (Lu You: "Autumn Suburban Residence")
9. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, people stand in front of the lantern. Shadows accompany you. (Bai Juyi: "Missing Home at Winter Solstice")
10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings spring again at the winter solstice. (Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi")
1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""
2. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches are there? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")
4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")
5. The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu De ancient grass to say goodbye))
6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")
7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai))
9. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")
10. Spring scenery The whole garden cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")
4. Poems describing the rural scenery
"Passing the Old Friend's Village"—— An old friend of Meng Haoran invited me to Tian's house.
On the edge of the green tree village, outside the Qingshan Guo, we held a banquet and talked about mulberry and hemp until the Double Ninth Festival. The sun is coming, and the chrysanthemums are here. Du Fu's "Quatrains" The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late morning, and the flowers and grass are fragrant in the spring breeze.
The mud is melting and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the warm sand.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains" Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to 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. [Song Dynasty] Lu You: Don't laugh at the farmers' house, which is full of wax and wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers. "Rain in the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian There are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.
The woman and the aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the courtyard. "Wangchuan Leisurely Presents Pei Xiu Caidi" - Wang Wei The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.
On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees. "Qingpingle. Village Living" - Xin Qiji The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
"Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" - Li Bai From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a slight hint of green.
Together with the Tian family, childishness blossoms. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.
Have a rest while chatting and drinking wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.
I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" - Fan Chengda 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. "April in the Countryside" - Weng Juan The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. "New Liang" - Xu Ji The fields are full of water and the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low.
The oriole also loves the coolness of the new weather, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows. "Five Wonders of Mountain Villages" - Su Shi The bamboo fenced thatched houses take advantage of the sloping stream, and the mountain villages are filled with flowers in spring.
When there is no elephant, there is peace and there are elephants. Wherever the solitary smoke rises, there are other people’s homes. The mist and rain are filled with the sound of chickens and dogs. Wherever there is life, there is no rest.
But no one wears the yellow calf, and the cuckoo is encouraged to farm. The old man in his seventies has a sickle on his waist. He is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.
Is it because you hear the rhyme and forget the taste? There has been no salt in the food for the past three months. The sticks and quinoa wrapped in rice are gone in a hurry, and the money is gone in a blink of an eye.
Winning children's voice is good, a year and a half in the city. I am ashamed of myself for stealing money and forgetting to return it, and you will be sad at the end of a good harvest.
There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall, so that you can travel less in your life. "Merry Son" - Sun Guangxian's Thatched House Hibiscus Fence Creek Song.
Chickens and dogs come from south to north. The wild rice leaves are long, the water is blooming, and the spring waves are green outside the door.
Listen to the weaving and the sound will rush. The buzzing shuttle goes through the house.
"Partridge Sky" - Su Shi The forest is broken in the mountains, the bamboos are hidden in the wall, and the cicadas and grass are scattered in the small pond. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant.
Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned to the setting sun. It rained at three o'clock last night, and it was cool all day long.
"Village Scene" - Chen Yuyi. At dusk, you can hear the ghosts blowing the horn, and at dawn, you can watch the geese with a pole. There are few mulberry leaves when silkworms go upstairs, and there are many rice seedlings where the water flows.
"The small boat with the white bamboo canopy that Bao Chang took in was occasionally borrowed to play in nearby villages" - Lu You The drizzle on the thatched eaves dampened the smoke from the kitchen, and the river road was as cold as snow. I don't love my husband's golden horse, but I envy his boat with a long pavilion and a white awning.
"Two Poems from Baitu Village to Bei Temple" - Wang Anshi When leaving Muzotian's house, the city and the countryside are separated. The canals are lined with jasper, and the crops are lying on the yellow clouds.
The thin hibiscus smoke is dyed by fat, and the deep lotus water is burned by musk deer. When the sun sets and no one is around, the chickens and swans flock together.
"Cottage" - Lu You Peeling, pecking and knocking the cottage, the owner bows to his fork. The new wall demolishes the turtle signs, and the sparse tiles break off the fish scales.
Red grains of cooking millet, green smoke in the stream. I want to sleep soundly when I get out of bed, but the cold dog is barking bitterly.
"Cottage" - Xu Hun Yan Yan went down to Qiutang, and the Tian family was busy ever since. Move the vegetables to far away water, harvest the fruits and wait for the heavy frost.
The wild rice porridge makes the rice slippery, and the mountain kitchen roasts the fragrant tea. When guests come, they also have wine, and they stay in the thatched cottage as they please.
"Xiao Thoughts in a Mountain Village" - Yu Xin Open the door to save grain and millet, and live next door to Weng Shuitou. There are waves in Nanjian today, and it rained in Xichuan last night.
The shepherd boy wears a short straw hat and plays a flute at the waist. Ignoring the people by the waterside, I rode an ox to the mountains.
Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi. The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. In the summer time, the father-in-law is drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Zhuli Pavilion Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Autumn is dark in the mountains. 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. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Returning to Songshan to work. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.
The deserted city faces the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. After a long journey, he came back and went into seclusion.
Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
Zhongnan Bieye I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age, and in my later years I came to the southern border of Nanshan. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware.
Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.
Qingxi When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Tianjia in Weichuan The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.
Pheasants [Juju] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, and they talk to each other when they see each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away. Xinqingye (one night) looks at the Xinqingyuan and the vastness.
As far as the eye can see, there is no dirt. Guomen faces the ferry.
The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream. Outside Baishui Mingtian.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There is no idle person in the agricultural month.
The whole family is in trouble. The dangerous path of Huanghuachuan turns tens of thousands of times, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.
Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks.
Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains. Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering.
Qinggao Li has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating. I used to be tired of being secretive, and I was relieved of worries.
Brother Cui Puyang came to the mountains in front of Ji Zhong. The autumn scenery was beautiful, and Kuang Junchi was idle. Under the long west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door.
Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds. Saga faces Qin, and Heta hides Jingguan.
The remaining rain is shining slantingly, and the birds are returning at dusk. My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.
Lu Chai Wang Wei No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. The shadow returns into the deep forest and shines again on the moss.
Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
Birdsong Stream Wang Wei People are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Su Jiandejiang Meng Haoran.
5. Poems describing rural scenery
Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. —— Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"
The orioles sing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers of the water village are blown by the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"
The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. —— Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village"
The children and grandchildren have not yet been asked to farm and weave, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"
Peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains morning smoke. ——Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music No. 6"
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. ——"Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
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