1. Ten poems describing pastoral scenery
The ten poems describing pastoral scenery include: 1. The original text of "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: The setting sun shines on the countryside, The cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
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.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Translation: The village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick is waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house.
The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thin. The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other.
Why don’t I envy such comfort? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly. 2. The original text of "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the 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. Translation: When spring comes, a cuckoo is singing in the house, and the large apricot flowers blooming next to the village are snow-white.
Holding an ax to trim the long branches of the mulberry tree, picking up a hoe to inspect the source of the spring water. The swallow returning in spring seems to know its old nest, and the old owner in the house is looking at the New Year's calendar.
He raised his glass and was about to drink, but then stopped. He thought of leaving his home and being a guest, and he couldn't help but feel sad and regretful. 3. The original text of "Visiting an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty: An 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 to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.
Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city. Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums. 4. The original text of "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came home to Nanshan in his later years.
When things come and go, they go alone, and they know nothing about success. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time. Translation: In my middle age, I already had a good heart for Taoism. In my later years, I moved to the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
Whenever the mood strikes, I roam alone, and only I know the pleasure and joy. Take a leisurely stroll to the end of the water, sit down and look up at the drifting white clouds.
Occasionally, I met an old man in the forest. We kept chatting and laughing and forgot about my return date. 5. The original text of "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty: Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I clean up 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.
I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wishes are true. Translation: Beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan, but the grass is lush and the bean seedlings are sparse.
Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to eradicate weeds. At dusk, under the moonlight, you go back with the hoe. The narrow path is overgrown with vegetation, and in the evening dew wets my clothes.
It’s not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I don’t violate my intention to go into seclusion. 6. The original text of "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: 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. Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The bright moon shines clear light from the gaps between the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat.
The beauty of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time. 7. The original text of "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty: Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of cured wine and has enough chicken and dolphins for visitors during good years.
There is no way out in 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 you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick. 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 when Chunshe played the flute and played the drum was approaching, but the villagers still preserved the ancient custom of simple dress.
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. 8. The original text of "April in the Village" by Weng Juan of the Southern 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. 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 seedlings again.
9. The original text of "Village Evening" by Lei Zhen of the Southern Song Dynasty: The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
Translation: Green grass has grown over the pond, and the water in the pond has almost overflowed the bank.
The green mountains in the distance, holding the red sunset in their mouths, reflect their shadows in the water, flashing with sparkling waves.
The little shepherd boy was riding on the back of the cow, slowly returning home. He was holding a piccolo and playing it casually, without a fixed tune. 10. The original text of "Village Residence" by Gao Ding of the Qing Dynasty: The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in February, and the willows are brushing the embankments and are drunk with the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind. Translation: In the second month of the lunar calendar, the green grass in 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 that evaporates 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. 2. Ten ancient poems describing pastoral scenery
1. Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn Tang Dynasty: 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. 2. Touring Shanxi Village Song Dynasty: Lu You Moxiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out in 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 you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick. 3. Passing by an old friend’s village Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran An 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 to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 4. 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 seedlings and there are few.
In the morning, I clean up 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 is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. 5. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields · Part 1 Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming Young people have no folk charm, and their nature is to love hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. 6. Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons·Twenty-five Song Dynasty: 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. 7. Zhongnan Biye Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
When things come and go, they go alone, and they know nothing about success. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time. 8. Looking for Lu Hongjian but not meeting him. Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran. Although he moved home with Guo, he wandered into Sangma on the wild path.
The hedge chrysanthemum planted recently has not bloomed in autumn. No dogs barked at the door, so I wanted to ask the Xi family.
It is reported that when I go to the mountains, it will be sloping every day when I return. 9. Residence in Wangchuan is a gift to Pei Xiucaidi. Tang Dynasty: 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 setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins.
On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees. 10. Works by Jiu Yu Wangchuan Village Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei Jiu Yu empty forest fireworks late, steaming quinoa and cooking millet.
Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and under the pine tree, I fold the dew sunflowers.
Let the old man compete with others for a seat. The seagull is even more suspicious of what happened. 3. Poems about pastoral scenery
1. "Visiting Shanxi Village"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out in 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 you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick.
Translation:
Don’t laugh at the turbid and muddy 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 Chunshe 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. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the water village, mountain and Guo wine flags are blowing.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
Translation:
Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, there are singing and dancing birds everywhere, green trees and red flowers that contrast with each other, villages near the water, city walls nestled against the mountains, and wine blowing in the wind everywhere. flag.
In the past, there were deep temples filled with cigarette smoke, but now the vicissitudes of pavilions and pavilions stand in the hazy mist and rain.
3. "Qingming"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair.
May I ask the locals where to buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.
4. "Passing Through an Old Friend's Village"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Translation:
An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.
Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city.
Opening the window and facing the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand, chatting about the crops.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
5. "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
Working in the fields by day and raising 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 rolling twine at home at night, the men and women in the village each have their own housework.
Although the children did not know how to plow the fields and weave, they still learned to grow melons under the shade of the mulberry trees. 4. Ancient poems about pastoral scenery
Ancient poems about pastoral scenery 1. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, and the spring sky is quiet at night.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. 2. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the pufferfish is about to come. 3. "A Visit" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. 4. "She Ri" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty. At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice and beams are fat, and the pig cages and chickens perch with their doors half-opened.
The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring society, and every family supports people to return intoxicated. 5. "Village Night" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The frost grass is full of green grass and insects, and there are no people walking to the south of the village and to the 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. 6. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and 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 dark flowers and bright flowers. 7. "Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. An 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 to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 8. "Quequatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended 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. 9. "Quequatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The river 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. 10. "Mountain Residence in Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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. 11. "Quequatrains" by Du Fu Chiri, the mountains and rivers 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. 12. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. 13. "Staying on the Jiande River" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people. 14. "Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty 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. 15. "Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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. 16. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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. 5. Poems describing rural scenery
Returning to the countryside by Tao Yuanming in the Wei and Jin Dynasties There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.
The sun covers the 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 frost coming, and the trees will be scattered like grass. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields by Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He was a young man who had no customary charm and a natural love for hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the 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. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. Pastoral Yanhuai Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty 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. Pastoral Works by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty: The house is isolated from the dust and noise, but we must first cultivate our tranquility.
There are three paths adjacent to the divination, and thousands of trees are planted with fruit. I have been promoted to Guangdong for more than 30 years, but I haven't met him yet.
It is getting late when I am writing and writing swords, and it is already dusk in Qiuyuan. When you wake up in the morning, you will have many thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you will often have few thoughts.
The birdies are envious of the sky, and the chickens and ducks are ashamed of each other as they compete for food. Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work 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?
Pastoral Works in Spring by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The spring doves sing on the house, and the apricot blossoms on the edge of the village are white. Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
The Immediate Event of Qishang Pastoral by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty He lives on the water of Qi, with 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 those who are still? Jing Fei takes advantage of the day to shut down.
The Mid-autumn Rain in the Pastoral Idyll by Tang Gengmao The desert is covered with heavy clouds and the rain is drooping. The ancient road is flooded by Lin, and the barren hills are filled with accumulation of days.
When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will be able to cook. The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches.
In the evening, new woodcutters are wet, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved. Last year's chrysanthemums were left empty, and the flowers bloomed on the east fence.
Pastoral miscellany in four seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are white, the white cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Pastoral excitement at four o'clock Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty. Blackbirds throw themselves into the forest and there are few passers-by. The smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.
Pastoral Excitement in the Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the new construction 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.
Pastoral Excitement at Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty went out to work in the fields in the day and worked in the fields at night, and the children in the village were each 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.
C. Homesickness, Quiet Night Thoughts, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.
Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops. How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin.
Cold food while traveling by Tang Dynasty Lizhong Traveling with cold food during the trip brings tears of homesickness. The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring.
There is no reason for wanting to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting. There are so many people outing outside his suburbs.
Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way. Raise the whip to wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas.
Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city. When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to farm.
Sending friends off on the river to travel south by Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Wherever nostalgia accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world. The shore is long and the people are singing late, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.
Buy wine and pass the fishing house, divide the lamp and fishing boat. When you see wild geese in Xiaoxiang, you should think about traveling alone.
Homesickness by Tang Buxie No one travels to Lubei, but letters from Yunnan have not yet been returned. If you don’t sweep the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door?
Sitting for a long time will sell off silver candles, and the more worries will reduce the beauty. The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and it shines upon the mountains thousands of miles away.
Homesickness in the Mountains in Winter by Zhou He of the Tang Dynasty The fields began to condense, and the sky became clear at dawn. The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far apart and few monks come here.
Close the windows against the sun and close the snow, open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. Suddenly he returned to his hometown and wanted to live in Xiling.
Autumn View of Yunmeng’s Old City by Tang Rongyu The ruins of the old country are here, and I’m here to think about old times. Once a person changes, a thousand years will be empty.
Mengzhu Hong sounded late, and the trees in Jingmen looked autumn. The clouds linger, and I feel homesick in the distance.
Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest’s heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
Apricot Blossoms in My Hometown, Tang Sikong Picture. Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms. Hold the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right. I want to ask, why are old friends different from a flower branch and a glass of wine? Homesickness outside the Yangtze River Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty Every year in spring, I feel sad in a foreign land, and I can learn about Du Qu and Oriole.
On the banks of the river at sunset, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows. Looking from afar Tang Yuanzhen's eyes are full of sad winter scenery and there are many mangroves on the side of the temple.
Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves. He Sanxiang Poetry, Gaoqu, Tang Dynasty, thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains in the north and south, who doesn't miss his hometown in Xuanche.
Fanghan’s sad past is left alone, and Tao Liyan is afraid of being hurt on the road. Nostalgia by Tang Xue Tao The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to my boat.
When will the sails leave Jinpu, and the sound of the boats will flow in unison.
6. Sentences about pastoral scenery (in ancient poetry)
When I passed my old friend's village (Tang Dynasty), my old friend Meng Haoran brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house. Green trees border the village, and green mountains slant outside. Open a pavilion for a noodle scene In the garden, we drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we also came to drink chrysanthemums. Visiting Shanxi Village (Song Dynasty) Lu You Moxiao Farmer's wax wine was muddy. In good years, there were enough chickens and dolphins. Mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is no way out. There are dark willows and bright flowers in another village. The following is It was the Wangchuan residence of Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty) presented to Pei Xiucai. Dihan Mountain turned green, and the autumn water gurgled. I leaned on my stick outside the firewood gate, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun was setting over the ferry, and there was a solitary smoke in the ruins. In the summer time, I received my friend drunk and sang wildly for five days. In front of the willow, people are chirping in the stream, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they are singing in the spring stream. The hibiscus flowers at the end of Xinyiwu wood have red calyxes in the mountains. The stream is deserted, and they bloom and fall one after another. . Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo pavilion, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest do not know that the bright moon comes to shine. After the new rain in the mountains, the weather is late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks. The noise of the bamboo belongs to Huan Nu. , the lotus moved off the fishing boat. Rest in the spring fragrance at will, and the king and grandson can stay. Return to Songshan Mountain to make a long and thin river belt, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return to each other at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the sunset is full of the autumn mountains. Traveling far to Songgao Next, come back and retreat. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas. The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks change in the field, and the clouds and clears are different. If you want to stay in a human place, across the water Ask the woodcutter. I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age in Zhongnan. I came home to the southern border of the mountains in the later years. I walked alone when things were good and beautiful, and I knew that success was empty. When I walked to a poor place, I sat and watched the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing. There is no time to return. Qingxi talks about entering Huanghuachuan, and every time it chases the green stream. It will turn thousands of times with the mountains, and the journey will be endless. The sound is noisy in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. . My heart is already idle, and the Qingchuan River is so blue. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. The fields in the Weichuan River illuminate the village slantingly, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy, leaning on his stick to wait for the thorns. The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, Silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaves. The husbands in the fields are standing on the hoe, and they talk to each other. It is a leisurely time, and the sighs of sadness are fading. In the spring, the spring doves are singing in the garden house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. I am cutting down the distant poplars with an ax, and the lotus is hoeing. Spring pulse. Returning swallows know their old nest, and the old people see the new calendar. When they come to the wine table, they are suddenly unable to control themselves, and they feel melancholy as a traveler from afar. No one can be seen on the empty mountain of deer and firewood, but they can hear the sound of people's voices. Returning to the scene and entering the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. New The clear field looks at the new clear plains. There is no dirt in the sky. Guomen is near the ferry. Village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream. White water is outside the bright fields. After the green peaks come out of the mountains. There is no idle person in the farming month. Family affairs are spent on the southern acres.