1. A collection of verses describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) The rivers and mountains in Chiri are beautiful, 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. 2. Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei) Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 3. 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 pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 4. Residence in Wangchuan is presented to Pei Xiucaidi (Wang Wei). The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.
On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows. 5. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1 (Tao Yuanming) The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. 6. Pastoral Yanhuai (Li Bai) Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class was over ten thousand miles away.
How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream. 7. Luchai (Wang Wei) No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. 8. Autumn in the Mountains (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
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. 9. April in the countryside (Wengjuan) 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. 10. Pastoral miscellany in four seasons (Fan Chengda) 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. 11. Visiting Shanxi Village (Lu You) Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of cured wine and plenty of chickens and dolphins are kept here during the good years.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. 12. The pastoral scene in the mid-autumn rain (Geng Mao) The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.
The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook?
The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches. In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. 13. Xinyiwu (Wang Wei) 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. 14. The pastoral scene in Qishang (Wang Wei) Standing on the Qishui River, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well. The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.
What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight. 15. Returning to Songshan (Wang Wei) The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.
The water flows as intended, and the birds return in the evening. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated. 16. Cui Puyang’s brother Jizhong came to visit the mountains in front of him (we were also facing Weimen when we went to Shanxi) (Wang Wei) The autumn scenery was wonderful, and Kuang Jun was free on the pond.
Longing under the 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.
17. Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) 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.
18. Zhongnan Mountain (Wang Wei) Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, connecting mountains and sea. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field are changing, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
19. Pastoral Works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, working hard on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? 20. Since Dasan, the bamboo-studded road in the deep forest winds for forty or fifty miles to Huangniu (Wang Wei). The dangerous path turns tens of thousands, 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. 21. Pastoral miscellany in four seasons (Fan Chengda) Blackbirds throw themselves into the forest and there are few visitors, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 22. Pastoral Work 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 swallows know the old nest, and old people see 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. 23. Tianjia in Weichuan (Wang Wei) 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 tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
24. Xinqingye (Wang Wei) Wang Wei (Wang Wei) Xinqingye is vast. Extremely untainted.
Guomen faces the ferry. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.
Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.
There is no idle person in the agricultural month. The whole family is in trouble.
25. Pastoral Excitement in the 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.
26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) 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.
27. Return to the garden and live in the fields (Tao Yuanming) 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. I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the trees will be scattered like grass.
28. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years. 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.
29. Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons (Fan Chengda) Farming 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.
30. Xinliang (Xuji) The fields are full of water and the rice leaves are in full bloom. The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows. 2. What are some poems that describe farm life?
Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village"
Mo Xiao said that the farmers' house is full of wax and wine, and in good years they only have enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. Mountain darkly, vista.
Xiao Gu followed Chunshe near, and his clothes were simple and old-fashioned. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
"Late Spring Pastoral Miscellany (Part 3)" by Fan Chengda
Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany (Part 7)"
Farming in the daytime 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 also learn to grow melons near the mulberry shade.
Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le·Village Dwelling"
The thatched 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 at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. 3. Poems about pastoral life in the countryside
Poems about pastoral life in the countryside
When will the spring flowers, autumn and hundreds of moons come, how much do you know about the past. (Li Yu: "Poppy Poppies")
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It")
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")
Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
The mountains are green and the original white Manchuria is green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. ("April in the Countryside" by Weng Juan of the Song Dynasty)
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to the Willows")
The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to the County to Return to the County") 4. Poems about pastoral life
Among the five poems of "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields", Tao Yuanming, one of them has no suitable vulgar rhyme, and his nature loves mountains and hills. .I accidentally fell into the dust net, and I was gone for thirteen years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. I opened up the wilderness in the south, and returned to my garden. The square house has more than ten acres, and there are eight or nine thatched houses. The rear eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and there are peaches and plums. In front of Luotang. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and cocks crow on the tops of the mulberry trees. The courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. Secondly, it is rare in the wild. Personnel affairs, few wheels in the back alleys. During the day, the thorns are hidden behind the thorns, and I have no thoughts about the wine. At that time, people came to the market again, wearing grass and walking around. When we met, there were no words, but the road was full of mulberry trees. The mulberry trees were long. , my land has been vast for a long time. I am often afraid of frost and grazing, and they are scattered and scattered together with the grass. At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings. I don't care much about the stains on my clothes, but I have fulfilled my wish. For the past four years, I have been traveling in the mountains and swamps, and had fun in the wild woods. I tried to take my children and nephews with me to walk in the deserted ruins. I wandered among the hills and ridges, where people still lived in the past. There were wells and stoves. There are decayed mulberry and bamboo trees in the ruins. I asked the firewood collectors how they are all as good as the firewood collectors. He told me that there will be no remnant after death. I have abandoned the court and market for a lifetime, and this is true. Life is like an illusion, and it will end up in nothingness. Five The sorrow and hatred can be returned alone, and the rugged and rugged mountains are clear and shallow. When I encounter them, I wash my feet. I pour my newly cooked wine, and the two chickens are approaching. When I enter the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles. The happiness comes and the evening is short. , has returned to Tianxu. Introduction to the poet Tao Yuanming (365-427), whose courtesy name is Yuanliang, whose first name is Qian, whose courtesy name is Yuanming, and also nicknamed Mr. Wuliu. After his death, his relatives and friends privately named him Jingjie.
A native of Chaisang people in Xunyang (now Jiujiang City) in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Writing background In the second year of Jin Yixi, that is, the year after Yuanming resigned from Peng Zeling, the poet wrote five famous poems "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields". This is the poet's farewell to the old and his hymn to welcome the new. What it means The profound ideological changes it reflects and the exquisite and mature artistic skills it expresses have not only been valued by scholars who have always studied Tao Yuanming, but also attracted the majority of Tao poetry lovers. Appreciating the five poems of "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" is an inseparable part. An organic whole. The reason for this is not only that the five poems depict the poet's rich and fulfilling secluded life from various aspects, including leaving officialdom, gathering with relatives and friends, enjoying farm work, visiting old friends, and drinking at night. More importantly, in terms of their location, In terms of the emotions expressed, this set of poems runs through the natural nature and joyful taste. Although there are emotional turmoil and turning points in the poems, the joyful and optimistic bright colors shine through the whole poem. . Some commentators are happy to praise Yuanming's "no stickiness" in his chest. In fact, there is still some "stickiness". That is to say, taking the "Return and Lai Xi Ci" written by Yuanming when he resigned from office, it is not true. Is there also the sentence "I am sad but only sad"? That is to say, there is always a sense of melancholy in his heart. A truly pure soul is not born (although the poet repeatedly declares that he is "rarely unconventional") Rhyme, nature loves hills and mountains"), but it gradually becomes clear in the process of constantly filtering out impurities in thoughts. Just as a person does not want to touch the hidden pain in his heart, the poet is also very reluctant in "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Referring to the filthy officialdom that he had just emerged from, "falling into the dust by mistake", there is a sense of regret and self-blame. And "having gone for thirteen years" refers to the fact that he "went to Lei to study as an official" since he was 29 years old. , at the age of 41, "How could I bow down to a village boy for fifty buckets of rice" and resigned from the magistrate of Pengze County? It has been a decade of ups and downs in officialdom. However, today I finally got my wish, and I feel relieved at this moment. " The square house has more than ten acres, and there are eight or nine thatched houses." It is filled with a kind of hometown that remains the same, and the affection of "I love my house". "The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall." The shadows of the elm and willow trees dance behind the eaves, In the dense overcast land, the breeze calmed down the anxiety in the poet's heart. The peach and plum blossoms in front of him were flourishing and posing in front of the hall, which aroused much joy in the poet's heart. The poet was exchanging feelings with the ignorant vegetation. Looking far into the distance, the smoke from the cooking pot melted into the dusk, and he listened carefully. , vaguely heard the barking of dogs and the crow of roosters. The pile of documents and files in front of him disappeared, replaced by the beloved "Qingqin" and "Strange Books". Ji Kang wrote "There are many things in the world, and the pile of cases", "Guests are piled up" Sitting there, the sound is loud, the noise is noisy and the smelly place is full of tricks." ("The Book of Severing Diplomacy with Shan Juyuan") is regarded as the reason why he is not worthy of being an official. Here, the poet seems to have used it intentionally or unintentionally. The word "dusty net". He tells us that everything that we struggled with in the past to deal with the "dust net" does not exist and will never exist again. In this sense, it does feel a bit like an "empty room"; but there is something in the emptiness. In fact, he restarted a life completely arranged and controlled by himself. "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature." "Long" echoes "thirteen years", and "fan cage" echoes "dust net". "Natural" and "nature" complement each other, and the word "return" points out the joy of "the return of the soul". Yes, officialdom has eroded half of my life and stained my "purity", and today, after all the hardships, the joys come, The poet finally received gratifying compensation. "There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets." I think these two sentences should be understood in reverse: "In order to rare people and things, I came to the wild, and in order to avoid social media, I came to the wild." "Living in a secluded alley". Please note that this is not an objective narrative, but a subjective choice. The poet retreated from officialdom to the "wilderness", from the "wilderness" to the "back alley", "the sun covers the bushes" ", and sitting in the room silently, "thinking about drinking wine". Take precautions at all levels, avoiding the world for fear of not being too far away, giving up social contacts for fear of not being enough, and abandoning worldly worries for fear of being endless. Is the poet too lonely, and even a little far away? As for human feelings, the poet seems to want to deliberately dispel people's misunderstanding, and unfold his own life and spiritual world for us: "When the market returns, people come and go, wearing grass and walking around." Although he does not have the idea of ??"three paths" , but they have their own colleagues who come and go frequently. "There are no words to say when we meet, but we have long conversations." They have a favorite topic. Life in the countryside is simple and even poor, quiet and even lonely. However, it is also true that It is this kind of environment that enables people to acquire a common language and cultivate a simple and sincere feeling. "Hearing many honest people makes me happy and counting the mornings and evenings." ("Migration") The poet did not hesitate to live in poverty, and his children The younger generation is "young and hungry" ("With Ziyan and others"), and what we are striving for is this true love between heaven and earth. A new life must start from working hard to wash away the shame of being trapped in the officialdom. Perhaps it is the shackles of official status. , The reason for the decline in physical fitness may be that after being away from the countryside for a long time, the agricultural skills are a bit neglected. "The grass is full of beans and the bean sprouts are sparse", and the farming is not good. What is revealed here is a feeling of self-ashamedness and self-encouragement. "Morning Xingli" Desolate and filthy, I will return home with a hoe in the moonlight." Just looking at the time, we can also see the poet's great determination and hard work. 5. Ancient poems about rural life
1. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
Translation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, where weeds are lush and bean seedlings are sparse. I get up early in the morning and go to the fields to remove weeds. When night falls, I go home under the moonlight. The mountain path is narrow and overgrown with vegetation, and my clothes were wet with dew at night.
It's not a pity that my clothes got wet, I just hope I don't violate my intention to go into seclusion.
2. "The Farmer Crossing the Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Gu Kuang
The sound of people crossing the spring in Banqiao and the cockcrow of the thatched eaves at noon.
Don’t hate the dark smoke of roasted tea, but like the sunshine and sunny weather.
Translation: When I walked across the wooden plank bridge across the mountain stream, I was accompanied by the sound of gurgling springs; when I arrived in front of the farmhouse, the sun was already shining high above the thatched eaves, and the chickens were It is chirping as if to welcome visitors. The mountain farmer accompanied me to visit Hojicha and said apologetically that I shouldn't blame the smoke. When we arrived at the threshing floor, the mountain farmer was overjoyed that the weather was clear and we could thresh the grains.
3. "Lingyang Creek to Setan, Xiajing County" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The sound of Setan is noisy, and the two mountains are full of apes.
The white waves are like rolling snow, and there is no way to dig them.
The fisherman and the boatman broke thousands of poles.
Translation: The flowing water in Shitan is noisy, and apes are running everywhere on the mountains on both sides. The waves rolled up by the Lingyang stream are like white snow, and the huge rocks stand sideways in the water and cannot pass through the boat. Boatmen and fishermen may have to break ten thousand poles here a year.
4. "April in the Village" Song Dynasty: Weng Juan
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
Translation: The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight. The cuckoo cries in the misty drizzle. April is the busiest time in the countryside. The sericulture work has just ended and it is time to transplant rice seedlings.
5. "Farmhouse" Tang Dynasty: Yan Renyu
In the middle of the night, the children are plowing at dawn, and the oxen are unable to move.
At that time, people did not realize the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself.
Translation: I called the children in the middle of the night and rushed to the fields to plow the soil at dawn. The thin old cow was weak and was pulling the plow hard in the field. Walking slower and slower, I was so tired that I could hardly drag the plow. Most people don't know the hard work of farmers, but they say that the rice in the fields grows naturally.
6. "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7" Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
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.
Translation: Weeding in the fields during the day and twisting twine at home at night, men and women in the village each have their own housework. Although the children do not know how to plow and weave, they still learn to grow melons under the shade of the mulberry trees. 6. A collection of ancient poems describing rural pastoral life
Several idle fields. ____Weng Juan ☉ "April in the Countryside" 3
Opening up the wilderness in the south. ____Lu You ☉ "Guancun Children Playing on the Brook" 1
The children and grandchildren have not yet been released for farming and weaving. ____Wang Wei ☉ "Weichuan Tianjia" 4
In the middle of winter, I temporarily studied Confucianism and talked to each other. ____Tao Yuanming ☉ "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1" 9
It is raining outside a curtain of doves, and I am learning to grow melons by the mulberry shade. ____Zhang Yan☉ "Crossing the River Clouds·The long-time guests from Shanyin recall Xihang in spring again and again, with vague and melancholy thoughts" 1
Ten miles away, the ripe rice is fragrant in the west, thousands of couples are still farming from their fathers, and the rain is like the sound of the rules. cigarette. ____Fan Chengda ☉ "Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous · Part 7" 5
The mountains are green and the rivers are full of white. The spring hoeing is carried out across the water. The hibiscus hedges are falling and the bamboo silk is long. The field husbands are hoeing, and the husband returns to the garden. 7. What are the ancient poems about rural life
1. "Visiting Shanxi Village"
The author Lu You was in the Song Dynasty
Mo Xiao's farmer's wax wine is muddy, and the good years leave behind Guest foot chicken and dolphin.
There is no way out despite 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 I can take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
Vernacular translation:
Don’t laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In the year of harvest, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich.
The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.
The day of playing the flute and playing the drum in the Spring Society is approaching, but the villagers still retain the ancient custom of simple clothes.
If I can still take advantage of the beautiful moonlight to go out for a leisurely trip in the future, I will knock on your door at any time with a cane.
2. "April in the Countryside"
Author Weng Juan, Song Dynasty
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
Vernacular translation:
The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight.
There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene.
April is here, and no one is idle. They just finished sericulture and have to plant rice again.
3. "Village Residence"
Author Gao Ding, Qing Dynasty
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Vernacular translation:
In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass in front of and around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying here and there.
The willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the embankment.
The water vapor evaporating between the water and vegetation condenses like smoke. The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery.
The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky.
4. "Village Night"
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
Frost, grass, and insects are everywhere, and there are no people walking south of the village or north of the village.
Go out the front door alone and look at the wild fields. The moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.
Vernacular translation:
In a patch of gray-white autumn grass beaten by frost, small insects were whispering, and there were no pedestrians around the mountain village.
I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat fields. The buckwheat flowers on the ground were like a dazzling white snow.
5. "River Dwelling"
Author Cui Daorong, Tang Dynasty
Whose house does not tie a boat outside the fence, and the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay.
The child suspected that there were villagers, so he hurried to Chaimen and closed it.
Vernacular Translation:
I don’t know whose family has not tied up their boat outside the fence. When the spring tide rose, the boat was blown into the fishing bay.
A child was having fun when he suddenly noticed a boat coming into the bay. He thought it was a visitor from the village and hurriedly ran back to open the firewood gate. 8. The best poems describing the beautiful rural pastoral life are textbooks
Passing through the old friend’s village
Author: Meng Haoran
My old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. Tree edge of the village together, Aoyama Guo oblique. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Moonlight Night / Night Moon
Author: Liu Fangping
The moonlight is darker than half of the house, and the Beidou is slanted in the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Part 3
Author: Tao Yuanming
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2
Author: Fan Chengda
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.