1. Classical Chinese essays describing rural life
Tao Yuanming's "Come Back, Come Back"
Go Back, Come Back! Will the countryside be full of wild beards? Since you regard your heart as a servant, you are ridiculed and melancholy and only sad? Realize that the past is not admonished, and you know that you can catch up with what is coming; you are not far off when you are actually lost, and you realize that what you are doing now is not what you were yesterday. The boat is sailing far away, the wind is blowing and the clothes are blowing. I asked Zheng Husband about the way forward, and I hated the faintness of the morning light.
I looked at the house and ran away with joy. The servant boy welcomes you, and the child waits for the door. The three paths are deserted, but the pines and chrysanthemums still remain. When I brought my child into the house, there was a bottle full of wine. Use the cup to drink for yourself, look at the courtyard to enjoy your beauty. Leaning against the south window to express your pride, it is easy to rest your knees when looking at your appearance. The garden is filled with sunlight to make it interesting. Although the gate is set up, it is always closed. The old man is encouraged to rest, his head straightened, and he looks far away. The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. The scenery is blurry and the scenery is about to enter, caressing the lonely pine and wandering around.
Come back! Please pay us a visit. The world is against my will, how can I ask for my words again? Love words to please relatives, music on the piano and writing to soothe worries. The peasants told me that spring was coming and that something would happen in Xichou. Or a life-carrying carriage, or a solitary boat. It is both graceful and graceful to find ravines, and also rugged to pass through hills. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle. When I get all the good things, I feel grateful for the rest of my life.
That’s it! How long will it take to stay in Xingyu, and I will not leave or stay at my will? Why not, what else do you want to do? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and an imperial homeland cannot be expected. If you have a good time, you can go alone, or plant a stick and work hard. Climb Donggao to soothe the whistle, and compose poems near the clear stream. Talking about the multiplication and returning to the end, Yuefu's destiny returns to ridicule and doubt!
2. Classical Chinese essays describing rural life
Tao Yuanming’s "Return to Come Come Back" Come Back to Come! Will the countryside be full of wild beards? Since you regard your heart as a servant, you are ridiculed and melancholy and only sad? Realize that the past is not admonished, and know that what is coming can be pursued; in fact, the lost path is not far away, and I realize that what is now is but yesterday was not.
The boat is sailing far away, the wind is blowing and the clothes are blowing. I asked Zheng Husband about the way forward, and I hated the faintness of the morning light.
I looked at the house and ran away with joy. The servant boy welcomes you, and the child waits for the door.
The three paths are deserted, but the pines and chrysanthemums still remain. When I brought my child into the house, there was a bottle full of wine.
Introduce the cup and drink for yourself, and look at the court to enjoy yourself. Leaning against the south window to express your pride, it is easy to rest your knees when looking at your appearance.
The garden is full of sunlight, and although the gate is set up, it is always closed. The old man is encouraged to rest, his head straightened, and he looks far away.
The clouds come out of Xiu without intention, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. The scenery is blurry and the scenery is about to enter, caressing the lonely pine and wandering around.
Come back! Please pay us a visit. The world is against my will, how can I ask for my words again? Love words to please relatives, music on the piano and writing to soothe worries.
The peasants told me that something would happen in the west in spring. Or a life-carrying carriage, or a solitary boat.
It is both graceful and graceful to find gullies, and also rugged to pass through hills. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle.
When I receive all kinds of good things, I feel grateful for the journey of my life. That’s it! How long will it take to stay in Xingyu, and I will not leave or stay at my will? Why not, what else do you want to do? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and an imperial homeland cannot be expected.
If you have a good time, you can go alone, or you can plant a stick and work hard. Climb Donggao to soothe the whistle, and compose poems near the clear stream.
Talking about the multiplication and returning to the end, Yuefu’s destiny returns to ridicule. 3. Poems reflecting pastoral life
One of the five poems in "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" by Tao Yuanming has no suitable vulgar rhyme. His nature is to love hills and mountains. He accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirteen years. The bird is nostalgic for the past. In the woods, ponds and ponds where fish think of their old abyss. Opening up wasteland in the southern wilderness, Shou Zhuo returns to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square house, eight or nine thatched houses. The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the peach and plum trees are in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in Yiyi Ruins is heard. Dogs are barking. In the deep alleys, roosters crow and the mulberry trees top the 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, there are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back alleys. During the day, the trees are hidden behind the trees, and the wine is drunk. Jue Chen thought. At that time, there were people walking around in the ruins, wearing grass and walking around. There was no murmur when we met, but the road was full of mulberry and hemp. The mulberry and hemp days have been long, and my land has become vast. I am often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered together with the grass. There are three kinds of beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick with bean sprouts. I wake up in the morning to clean up the wasteland and return home with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long. The evening dew stains my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish is true. It lasted for four years. Go on a trip to the mountains and swamps and have fun in the wild woods. Try taking your children and nephews to walk in the deserted ruins. Wander among the hills and ridges, where people still live in the past. There are ruins of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees. I want to ask about the firewood collectors, these people are all Those who are as good as salary said to me that there will be no remnant after death. I have abandoned the court and the market for a lifetime, and this sentence is true. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will end up in nothing. The five regrets are returned alone, and the mountains are rugged and winding. The mountain streams are clear and shallow. When I meet, I wash my feet. I pour my newly cooked wine. Two chickens bring me closer. When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorns and firewood replace the bright candles. The happiness comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky. Introduction to the poet Tao Yuanming (365-427), His courtesy name was Yuan Liang, and his given name was Qian. His courtesy name was Yuan Ming, and his nickname was Mr. Wu Liu. After his death, his relatives and friends privately gave him the posthumous title of 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 my hymn to welcome the new. It 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. It is an organic whole. The reason why it is so is not only that the five poems depict the poet's rich and fulfilling secluded life from several aspects, including leaving officialdom, gathering relatives and friends, enjoying farming, visiting old friends, and drinking at night. More importantly, in terms of In terms of the emotions expressed, they are natural in nature and have a joyful taste throughout this set of poems. Although there are emotional turmoil and turning points in the poems, the joyful and optimistic bright colors shine through the whole poem. Yes. Some commentators are happy to praise Yuanming for having "no stickiness" in his heart. 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 Is there also a line about "laughing at melancholy but only feeling sad"? That is to say, there is always a sense of melancholy in his heart. A truly pure soul is not something that is born (even though the poet repeatedly declares that he is "little unfit"). (vulgar 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" To be willing to mention the filthy officialdom that I had just emerged from, and "falling into the dust by mistake", is a bit regretful and self-blaming. And "I have been away for thirteen years" refers to the time when I was 29 years old. ", at the age of 41, "How could I bow down to a village boy for fifty buckets of rice" and resign as 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 is 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 the anxiety in the poet's heart. The peach and plum blossoms in front of his eyes 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. Listening carefully, he vaguely heard the barking of dogs and the crowing of chickens. The pile of documents and files in front of him disappeared, replaced by his beloved "Qingqin" and "Yishu". Ji Kang wrote "There are many things in the world, and the pile of piles of papers", "Guests" "Sitting in a squat, making loud noises, noisy and smelly places, and a thousand tricks" ("The Book of Breaking Diplomacy with Shan Juyuan") are regarded as the reasons for not being an official. Here, the poet seems to have used it intentionally or unintentionally. The word "dust" 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 in the emptiness With the truth, 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". "Nature" and "nature" complement each other, and the word "return" points out the joy of "returning from the soul". Yes, officialdom has eroded half of one's life and tarnished one's "purity", but today, all the hardships come with joy. , the poet finally got 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: "For the rare people and things, I came to the wild, and in order to avoid being entertained, I came to the wild." "I just lived in a back 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 is hiding under the bushes" "", and sitting in the room silently, "I have no thoughts about wine". He is on guard at all levels, avoiding the world for fear that it will not be far away, forsaking friendship for fear of not being able to do so, and abandoning worldly worries for fear of not being able to do so. Is the poet too lonely and even a little unhappy? What about being close to human beings? The poet seems to want to deliberately dispel people's misunderstanding and open up his own life and spiritual world for us: "When the market returns to the market, people come and go, wearing grass and walking around." Although he does not have the "three paths" Suppose, but there are many colleagues who come and go frequently. "There are no words to say when we meet, but we have a long history." They have a favorite topic. Life in the countryside is simple and even poor, quiet and even lonely. However, it is also It is this kind of environment that enables people to acquire a common language and cultivate a kind of simple and sincere feelings. "Hearing many honest people makes me happy and counting the mornings and evenings." ("Migration") The poet did not hesitate to live in poverty, Children are "young and hungry" ("Yu Zi Yan Waiting"), and what they 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 official career The reason for the restraint and physical decline is probably due to the long absence from the countryside, and the agricultural skills are somewhat neglected. "The grass is full of grass and the bean sprouts are sparse", and the cultivation is poor. What is revealed here is a feeling of self-ashamedness and self-encouragement. "Morning Xing" "Take care of the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe in the moonlight." Just looking at the time, we can also see the poet's decision. 4. What are the poems about pastoral life?
1. Dongxi Mei Yaochen When I went to Dongxi to look at the water, I sat on the isolated island and it was late to leave the boat.
The wild ducks sleep on the shore, enjoying their leisure time, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches. The short bulrushes are neatly cut together, keeping the flat sand and gravel in a sieve.
Although the love never gets tired of staying, the carriage and horses are tired when I return in the evening. 2. Residence in Wangchuan is presented to Pei Xiucai Di and Wang Wei. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water flows.
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. 3. Jiangcun Du Fu The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook.
But if there are old friends offering Lumi, what else can a tiny body ask for? 4. Water Fairy. Ode to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhang Yanghao A river of smoke and water illuminates the blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait have painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I can see the sand gulls dancing again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the bead curtain ten miles away.
Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing out of the wind, love is killing Jiangnan. 5. Living in seclusion in early summer, Lu You. The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of lakes and mountains, and the path in the middle of the field is sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows.
When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass. The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.
Sighing, old people come and go, old friends come to an end, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon. 6. Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. 7. Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang by Wang Wei Jiyu empty forest, fireworks are late, steaming rice is cooked.
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 in the Qingzhai 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. 8. Yuguoshan 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 they were busy with the gardenias in the courtyard. 9. Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple by Du Mu. After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late. There are deep trees growing in the dusk mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who would have known that Zhuxi Road, where Gechui is located, is Yangzhou. 5. Poems about pastoral life
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 the frost coming, and the grass will be scattered and scattered. Tao Yuanming returned to the garden and lived in the fields during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He was a young man who had no sense of vulgarity and his nature was 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 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. The courtyard is free of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
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 fruits. I have been promoted to Guangdong for more than 30 years, but I haven't met him yet.
It is getting late when I write and write swords, and the sun 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 birds are envious of the birds in 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 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 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? The leaves of thorns take advantage of the daylight.
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.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.
There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.
Wang Wei from Tianjia in Weichuan shines slanting light on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings are everywhere, silkworms are sleeping on mulberry leaves. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.
Just like this, I am enjoying my leisure time and reciting "The Decline of the World" with regret. 6. Poems about pastoral life
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) The river 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 to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
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 still 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) There is no one in the empty mountain, but you can hear people's 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, and the wheat flowers, snow, and cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 11. Visiting Shanxi Village (Lu You) 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. 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 moves away.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. 13. Xinyiwu (Wang Wei) Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, with 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 Qi Shang (Wang Wei) Standing on the water in Qi, 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 change, and there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. 7. Poems about pastoral life
1. Dongxi Mei Yaochen When I went to Dongxi to look at the water, I sat on the isolated island and the boat was late.
The wild ducks sleep on the shore, enjoying their leisure time, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches. The short bulrushes are neatly cut together, keeping the flat sand and gravel in a sieve.
Although the love never gets tired of staying, the carriage and horses are tired when I return in the evening. 2. Residence in Wangchuan is presented to Pei Xiucai Di and Wang Wei. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water flows.
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. 3. Jiangcun Du Fu The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook.
But if there are old friends offering Lumi, what else can a tiny body ask for? 4. Water Fairy. Ode to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhang Yanghao A river of smoke and water illuminates the blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait connect their painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I can see the sand gulls dancing again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the bead curtain ten miles away.
Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind, and love is killing Jiangnan. 5. Living in seclusion in early summer, Lu You. The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of lakes and mountains, where the paths in the middle and wild fields are sloping under the shade of locust trees and willows.
When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass. The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.
Sighing, old people come and go, old friends come to an end, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon. 6. Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. 7. Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang by Wang Wei Jiyu empty forest, fireworks are late, steaming rice is cooked.
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 in the Qingzhai 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. 8. Yuguoshan 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 they were busy with the gardenias in the courtyard. 9. Inscribed on Yangzhou Chanzhi Temple by Du Mu. After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
There are deep trees growing in the dusk mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who would have known that Zhuxi Road, where Gechui is located, is Yangzhou. The four seasons are full of pastoral joy, with golden plums, plump apricots, and sparse wheat, snow, and white cauliflowers.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. The fields are tilled in the day and hemp is harvested at night. The children of the village are 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 by the mulberry tree. 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, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. Touring Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You 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 hidden flowers and bright flowers. - Qingpingle·Village Living Author: Xin Qiji The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk. Whose old lady is white-haired? The older child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops; the younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. 8. Ancient poems about rural life should be read outside the classroom, quickly
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 people in the back alleys.
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 the frost coming, and the grass will be scattered and scattered. 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. The courtyard is free of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
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.