Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn 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. Sui yi chun Fang
Come on, while you're here, oh, a friend's prince? . "Bird Watching Creek" is full of people's idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, 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. The original text of the layout design of pastoral poems
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2. Pastoral scenery ancient poetry, essay handwritten newspaper ancient poetry: Returning to the garden and living in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's wild animals are scarce, and there are few people in the hinterland. During the day, I hide the scenery and think about the dust in the empty room. When I was in the ruins, I pulled weeds and came and went. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm often afraid of first frost. For 30 years, the birds are missing the old forest and the fish in the pond are homesick. In the wilderness, they returned to the countryside. There are 10 square houses and 89 thatched houses. Behind Liu Yin, in front of Luotang, Li Tao, in a distant village, in Yiyi Market, there are cigarettes, dogs barking in a deep alley, chickens crowing and mulberry trees swaying. The house is clean and messy, and the empty room is more leisurely. For a long time, they were all kept in cages. Drinking water is good for clean water. The pastoral works in Tang and Meng Haoran are harmful to the family, but they are noisy in the dust, but they must first raise Tian Su. It is close to three paths and has planted thousands of trees. Other places in Guangdong province have been pushed away, but they have not met for 30 years. It will be late when writing the sword, and the autumn garden will be dusk. Pregnant in the morning, sitting in the daytime is often confused. I admire the red owls in the sky, fighting for food. I hope to break the Golden Horse Gate. At the edge of Xinghua White Village, lotus hoes the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When he was in a hurry, he was disappointed with the long trip. When Tang went to the countryside, the water was neat, and Dong Tian was barren. Outside the mulberry, the river is bright and clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village. Several families in remote villages cook. Turbulence spread all over the nursery, and rotten leaves hung all over the autumn branches. The new firewood is wet at dusk, and the old pond is moved in the morning. Last year, Dongli chrysanthemum was in full bloom. Four seasons rural prosperity in Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat is white and cauliflower is rare. No one has ever landed on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies have flown by. Pastoral prosperity in the four seasons in Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and tourists are sparse. Alone, I weave a blue duck array and come back. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda Four Seasons Township was bustling with flat mud mirrors, and everyone was cooking while first frost was sunny. Laugh and sing lightly, and flail rings all night. Song, Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Township Miscellaneous Prosperity" produces crops during the day, and the children in the village are in charge. Children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, but also rely on mulberry shade to grow melons. Short article: 1, the country in spring, swaying in the humid air. In the fields, the fragrance of the earth wafts from time to time. Looking around, I can see green wheat seedlings all the way to the distant horizon, but Xiaguang left its nostalgia to the sky and the earth at the same time. The spring breeze blew gently, and patches of wheat waves appeared in the fields. At this time, people's emotions and thoughts can't be calm for a long time with the ups and downs of wheat waves. The rural scenery is really like a long-axis scroll slowly unfolding before people. The beautiful picture scroll is decorated with colorful and dazzling pictures, but it is a slow display of the ingenious integration of people and nature after a hard day's work. At dusk, people who have worked all day happily come back from work. They walked in the country fields with hoes on their shoulders. The sun reflected their dark faces. Everyone talked and laughed, and seemed to forget the fatigue of the day. The figure was dragged by the afterglow of the sunset for a long time. But the sky is still bright. The blue sky is sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, revealing a trace of elegant beauty, as if boats were floating on the blue sea. At this time, the white clouds have been covered with a golden coat by the glow. Birds frolicking in the trees and grass gradually quieted down. Maybe dusk came and they went back to their nests to rest. Occasionally, some birds, I don't know what scares them, fly across the sky and fly far away. When the sunset brought the last ray of sunshine home, the world turned silver gray. Plumes of milky white smoke blend with the gray twilight, just like covering the roof, walls, trees and fields with a veil. At this moment, the village has also become looming, hazy and magical. However, the river outside the village is still bright and the river is spinning. Occasionally some fish will surface, breathe the air of nature, and then plunge into the water. The frolicking of fish caused ripples on the calm water, and the shadows of those trees were like snakes. As time goes by, the ripples slowly disappear and return to calm, and the reflection of the tree in the water is still clear. As night falls, villages, fields, trees and rivers gradually blur. There was a noise of children, but it soon disappeared. Gradually, everything was shrouded in the diffuse night. Wow, what a quiet and elegant pastoral scenery! The poetic dusk is fascinating and makes people calm in the beautiful scenery of nature! The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and touching pastoral scenery! Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world! A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! There are gorgeous tulips that attract countless lovers ... In the season when tulips are fragrant, charming girls' smiles are as fragrant as flowers ... There are faint lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses. How pleasant the tulip field is, and the windmill is turning leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting! Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass. It's all green. The green color is amazing, and the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... hope to adopt it.
3. Go into the countryside and do it yourself during the Dragon Boat Festival. It's quiet ~, and you will go home with firecrackers. When the sun sets, when you are busy with farming, you will pay homage to your dead relatives, such as Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it will reverberate in the mountains from time to time. Lying in bed, you will hear a clear bird song, fall asleep quickly, sleep soundly and go to the grave.
The taste is still good ~, every family is busy when they wake up every morning. When I go to Orange Mountain, it tastes good. I can eat anything I like. If you are used to it, you can buy some fried dough sticks in the street.
The next step is to make breakfast. After a day's work, get up and it's time for wives to cook. It's beautiful. You'll see the farmer's uncle. Now it's time for citrus to bloom. Tangyuan is sweet and salty, rest, loosen the soil and night! When you are full, everyone wraps zongzi, picks "green" and hoes. Spring has come, and in the days when summer has come, everyone is breathing fresh air, which is simple and simple. At this time, they must be in a good mood, eating out, smoking, putting some stuffing and carrying hoes. It's time to light a cigarette and mix porridge.
If there is something sweet, work in the fields and be hospitable. Welcome everyone to play. This is a tiring day. If you like the countryside, watch TV, farm food, (a plant.
As night falls, all you can hear is the sound of slugs outside. Very lively, salty dumplings! On holidays, mash glutinous rice into mud and soften it, wrap it and steam it to eat. ) It is called "Qingming Fruit" in our local dialect. Rural people are very enthusiastic. Open the window and you will see a piece of green vegetation.
4. Homesickness in handwritten hometown poems
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
5. About the ancient poem 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.
Quatrains:
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's 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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. 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. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and the mountain villages bloom everywhere in spring. Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget. However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.
Lover-Sun Guangxian
Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.
Partridge Sky-Su Shi
The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
Rural scenery-Chen
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.
"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You
It's drizzling and wet in Mao Yan, and the road by the river is cold and snowy. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.
Hut-land tour
Peeling and pecking at the hut, ya forked and hit the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.
Hut-Xu Hun
Yanyan got off the autumn pond, and the family became busy from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them. The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.
Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.
Open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou will live. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and his waist flute is full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.
6. Pictures of ancient poems handwritten newspaper The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, the lonely city, Wan Ren. (Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci)
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa")
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. (Wang Wei, "Let It Go to the Fortress")
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. (Zhang, "Tongguan Nostalgia")
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. (Li Bai's "Hard to Walk")
Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea and never returned to Li Bai's "drinking"?
"The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written in his arms." Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
The mountains cover the day, the sea exhausts the golden river, and the ring of the king stays in the heron lodge.
I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will choke the ferry, and I will climb the Taihang Snow Mountain's "Difficult to Walk" by Li Bai.
Wan Li sand in the Yellow River, waves scouring the wind from Tianya Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty "Waves scouring the sand"