Crops and rivers, combined with mountains, have become a beautiful oil painting. Miao, do your best to grow sturdily, grow beautiful rice and rivers, do your best to nourish everything and make the countryside full of vitality.
2, "Early Spring" friends, it is spring, dispel the sorrow, dry the tears, smile at the sun, although there is no torrent of flowers, wash away the shackles of winter. Pour intoxicating fragrance, diffuse plain mountains, although there is no bird waterfall, splashing thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the misty morning light, rolling on the avenue at dusk, but waiting, once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in haste. It is the most beautiful and best dream, and it may come brilliantly overnight.
3. goddess peak, who waved colorful handkerchiefs at you, suddenly took back his hand and covered his eyes tightly. When people disperse, who is still standing at the stern, whose dress is flying like a raging cloud? Jiang Tao, one with a high voice and one with a low voice, has a beautiful dream that leaves beautiful sadness, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
But can the heart really turn into stone? The torrent along Jiangfeng, Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum is inciting new betrayal. It is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for one night than to show off on the cliff for a thousand years.
4, "Early Summer" blue sky and white clouds, the fragrance of Shan Ye, a winding Qingxi flowing, the corner is full of flower trees, the faint shed is half-covered, once or twice occasionally, the barking of chickens and dogs comes out, the environment is beautiful, the scenery is charming, and the pond outside the shed is even more charming. One or two lotus flowers are charming and moving, which complement each other with all kinds of flowers beside the pond. The old man under the flower tree in front of the house slowly paced back and forth admiring it. The tea fragrance on the small table blends with the flower trees, and it is so fresh that it becomes a beautiful picture. I watched it for a long time, unforgettable and fascinated.
5. The "golden autumn" was fruitful, and the tall rice piles on the farmers' threshing floor became pieces. The smiling net opened the fishermen's faces, and the cold clothes warmed the hearts of the soldiers on the horizon.
Outside the sunset, pick up thin stones and throw them on the surface of reeds, no matter how deep they are there or how shallow they are here, and watch a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
2. Modern Poems Describing the Pastoral Scenery Six unique pastoral notes of Hu's "Pastoral" Group Poems A green hill is gloomy abroad, and the hedge is fragrant with jasmine.
Gold honors the bosom friend, and the grass house palace surrounds the beam. In February, kites fly, swallows dance, and the mountains are covered with green trees and red flowers, which is quiet.
Away from the depths of the wilderness, the road turns to Xiqiao snail's house. Three pillars are sitting quietly in the dark, and the mountain pavilion is closed at night.
The bright moon hangs like a hook, and the beauty plays the flute skillfully. In the middle of the night, smoke moves in the dark and insects are singing slowly.
And the clothes sleep quietly, and the drizzle moistens silently. The night sky is full of stars and fireflies are shining.
The boudoir is still there, and the courtyard is deeply bolted. Lu Yangchun spreads virtue and benefits widely, and everything is born early.
The clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the flowers are fresh and fragrant. Looking for spring and enjoying the grass, the light yellow is swaying.
Purple swallows dance vigorously, and fish and ducks swim in the water to catch up with the tide. Dancing heartstrings with the wind makes me happy and carefree.
The drizzle is whispering, and the virtuous orchid is quiet. Nine plants and trees all know that spring is early and peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Miscellaneous English shows a demon show, and leeks are green.
3. Modern poetry about rural scenery, urgent 1, "Golden Autumn" Author: Xindi is full of red fruit fragrance, the high rice piles of threshing farm farmers pull the net full of laughter, open the fishermen's faces, and the cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers. Beyond the sunset on the horizon, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them into the water of reeds, regardless of depth. Here, I watch a row of geese carrying golden autumn. 2. The Voice of the Country
I am resting alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river and listening to the sounds from far and near-once again, I have a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the boundless ethereal-disappearance; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid. 3, "Early Spring" Author: Shu Ting friends, spring dispels sadness, wipes away tears and smiles at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, Zui Xiang is flooding the plains. Although there are no birds singing and waterfalls splashing in the mountains, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but wait. Once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in a hurry. It was the most beautiful and best dream. Maybe when you arrive brilliantly overnight, it is still cold and frosty. If you listen to the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling in the trembling valley, as if wailing together, but a few small cuckoos have warmed the world like an immortal flame, and even the clouds are no longer floating with friends. Let's just say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has passed the last chill. "Country Dusk" Author: Wu Chusheng twilight hazy countryside under the sky turned into a faint landscape painting. After thousands of years of smoke, Qingshan is still silent for thousands of years. The more I read Country Dusk, the more I feel that the poems written by wild geese in the sky are fresh and meaningful. Even the flute of the shepherd boy who drove the sheep into the corridor shook the charm of Dongshan's curving drunken moon shooting out of the countryside, like Zen flashing into the dusk, longing eyes looking through the stone path. "When the sun is shining" Author: Dai Wangshu When the sun is shining, it is time to go for a walk on the path: the muddy road moistened by rain must be cool and gentle; Show off the new green grass and wash away the dirt at once; Little Chrysanthemum, which is no longer timid, slowly raises its head, tries to be warm and cold, and then blooms one after another; Butterflies shake off water drops and wander freely among leaves, exposing colorful pages of wisdom to the sun.
When the weather is fine, take a walk on the path; Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading across the stream. The sun has pushed away the haze, and the stream is dizzy and wrinkled in the warm wind. Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footprint of the cloud-and it is wandering.
4. Modern pastoral poems are listed as follows:
1, the sound is in the whole country-Xu Zhimo
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
2. Early Spring-Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
3, "Golden Autumn"-Xin Di
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
4. "Beautiful scenery with mountains south and waters north"
I want to go to Jiangnan
A glimpse of fiery red river flowers and blue river water
Listen to the reflection of the arch bridge and the fishing fire on the boat
Clouds in the south, folk songs in tea gardens.
Platoon leader Turquoise water chestnut
Boiling water waves, rippling
I want to go to Jiangnan
Indulge in the fragrance of gardenia, oranges in the orange garden
Touch the softness of spring breeze and the smoothness of rain.
The sound of Qiantang chamber is in the rolling wave wall.
The waves beat against the coast. Whisper to the swallow
Stop in an alley, wander
Jiangnan, Jiangnan
Jiangnan with hidden poems and paintings
She comes from a beautiful legend.
Cry like resentment, dream like a dream.
I walk in Jiangnan
Jinggangshan bamboo
Sunset to Xishuangbanna
From Cangshan Erhai Lake to Desert Island Bird Forest
Flocks of fish weave the South China Sea.
Fishing boats with early sunrise at sea
Pulse, white sail, what time is it?
A gentle March
Good scenery in the south and north of the mountain
A beautiful old friend, on the other side of the mountain.
Look to the future. Throw away turbid thoughts.
5. Daxi scenery
A wall of Shidi Power Station
Cut out the high gorge and Pinghu Lake
Wanyan mountain range
Carved by green water
Bonsai on the mirror
A mountain standing in the water
Like jadeite in various shapes.
And cut the mirror into beautiful scenery.
Reflect the landscape of farmers on the lakeshore.
soft
Early morning fog
Like a veil on a bride.
Only egrets and wild ducks are moving.
The water in the sun is the same as the sky.
A breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure.
Slowly close the net
Clever walls and banks
Deduct the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Concentrated in a jade plate with green jade.
5. Modern poem describing rural scenery "Beautiful scenery in the south of the mountain" Author: Tribulus Herbs I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River to see the flaming blue river, listen to the reflection of the arch bridge, listen to the fishing boat and the clouds in the south, and draw folk songs in the tea garden.
The green water chestnut is rippling with the boiling water. I want to drink gardenia fragrance in Jiangnan. The orange of the orange orchard touches the soft drizzle of the spring breeze, and the smooth Qiantang waves to the shore in the rolling wave wall. Whispering sweet words stops at the corner of the lane, wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, and collecting poems and paintings. She came from a beautiful legend and cried like a dream. I wandered in the south of the Yangtze River, from the bamboo forest in Jinggangshan to the sunset in Xishuangbanna, from Cangshan Erhai Lake to the bird forest on a desert island, weaving the South China Sea into a pulse of fishing boats with early sunrise at sea and white sails in spring. In March, there was a beautiful old friend in Shannan and a beautiful scenery in the north of Shannan.
Let go of the muddled thoughts:::::::::::: Bend with the earth and print a beautiful arc in the slightly shiny sky. Only the ups and downs of farmers' backs constantly change their angles. The countryside, roads, wilderness and sky are gradually becoming brighter. On the riverbank, I walked through the village with the dew of Asahi. The sunset attracted smoke for the village on the screen, and I danced home to my heart's content. The laughter of the sheep spread all over the village ... a beautiful countryside with endless poetry. My pen, waiting for the climax of lyricism in the sound of frogs, is hung with red peppers on the eaves in autumn. Day by day, I am on the branches, in the fields, and in my heart at this moment, red peppers hang on the eaves like auspicious poems of red Spring Festival couplets, and this harmonious happiness permeates the farmhouse yard. I raised my camera and wanted to publicize this precious yard style. The flowers and clothes aired in the window of the world are open in the yard, and the colorful wings flying like butterfly petals are blowing the fragrance. All the sunshine at noon should be put into the hearts of warm wanderers. The flowers and clothes on the wire rope of warm men who go out to work are the beautiful imagination of kannika nimtragol. The rapeseed in the busy field has just opened, and the threshold of March has just opened. I passed her yesterday, and she still closed the door. Round as a clenched fist, thanks to the pouring of spring rain, thanks to the magic of love, thanks to the spring breeze blowing away the rape flowers in the dusty fields, which tickles my heart. I found the fulcrum of my life and the fishing fire that I love the sea. -Country Sketch Author: Jia Yang's figure with a hoe in one hand is blurred in the green whirlpool, hoping that golden dreams will meander on the ridge of the field, and piles of bonfires will be lit on the vast fields. Dragonflies, locusts, and unknown creatures in nature are also devouring you. They are eroding the hearts of farmers. Bring the cow here quickly. The ants on the road will get hot later. Pull up the grass by the field at noon to see if there is water in the canal. Go faster. Don't squint at me. You can be happy again in a few days. Don't walk too slowly. The sun will be very hot later. Ants on the roadside are very busy in spring and summer. Don't cry. I know the water in the field is 40 degrees hot, but being born as a cow, just like my ancestors were farmers, this is our life! ! ! ! ! ! ! The clear river shines in the flowers and plants, looking forward to a beautiful childhood. Trees and plants are clear, and Yingbin Avenue is home. The moonlight rises in Xiji, and a colorful cloud is floating in the sky. The bridge is afraid of getting lost in the moonlight. You come down from the sky and mark the direction of the mountain. Since then, rain or shine, the evening breeze at the foot of Nanshan has brought a little noise. The flowers here are silent. Spread your arms along the masonry road and ask the sunset for the shadow of Beishan Park in spring. I started looking for my childhood footprints from the mountain road. A rhubarb dog stopped me head-on and bit my memory. Hulu River is low. Lower, a small flower held its head high on the riverbed, facing the wind. It is praying for rain. The fog in the morning is like a veil on the bride. Only egrets and wild ducks stir the water and the sky in the sun. Only a breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure and slowly closed the net. The scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter is concentrated in a jade plate year after year.
6. Modern pastoral poetry Hu's Pastoral Poetry, six unique pastoral poems and pastoral poetry notes.
one
In foreign countries, the green hills are shaded and the hedges are fragrant with jasmine. Gold honors the bosom friend, and the grass house palace surrounds the beam.
two
In the season, kites fly, swallows dance and mountains are green and trees are red. Away from the depths of the wilderness, the road turns to Xiqiao snail's house.
three
Leaning against the railing, the sky is dark, and the mountain pavilion is closed at night. The bright moon hangs like a hook, and the beauty plays the flute skillfully.
four
In the middle of the night, the smoke moves quietly and the insects sing slowly. And the clothes sleep quietly, and the drizzle moistens silently.
five
The night sky is full of stars and fireflies are shining. The boudoir is still there, and the courtyard is deeply bolted.
Land (dry)
In spring, Germany and Guangzhou spread, and everything was born. The clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the flowers are fresh and fragrant.
seven
Looking for spring and enjoying the grass, the light yellow is swaying. Purple swallows dance vigorously, and fish and ducks swim in the water to catch up with the tide.
eight
Dancing heartstrings with the wind, I am glad that I am immortal. The drizzle is whispering, and the virtuous orchid is quiet.
nine
Grass and trees know that spring comes early and peach blossoms bloom. Miscellaneous English shows a demon show, and leeks are green.
7. Poems describing pastoral scenery The sound of Xu Zhimo's boat in the modern countryside is slowly drifting under the shade of weeping willows-a cool breeze in early autumn blows the velvet on the water surface and blows the pastoral sound on both sides.
I am resting alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river and listening to the sounds from far and near-once again, I have a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the boundless ethereal-disappearance; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid. In the autumn season, the new red fruits are full of fragrance. The high rice piles on the threshing farm are full of laughter and laughter, which makes the fishermen's faces warm and the soldiers' hearts warm. Beyond the sunset on the horizon, they picked up thin stone pieces and threw them at the surface of reeds, no matter how deep or shallow. Here, I watched a row of geese deliver golden autumn wheat before harvest. The field is really quiet. There is a wind flowing between the golden wheat awns. The field is really quiet. It's really quiet in a distant village. The field is really quiet. Two donkeys, one big and one small, walked into the corner of their eyes. It's really quiet in the wheat ridge. The field is really quiet. It's like some kind of precursor before the war, and it's like the night waiting for the dawn.