Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road goes west,
The sun went down,
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
4 Passing by an old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran
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.
5 Yi people Zheng:
Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.
A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.
There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.
It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.
6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Gui Tian Yuan ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
2. Poems about the countryside: There is no way for mountains and rivers to be suspicious. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
3. Poetry about the countryside: In the Tang Dynasty, Shen Li plowed the fields at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? After cutting the rice, Yong Huai, a farmer, cried in the middle of the night while plowing the field, and the cow gradually couldn't walk.
At that time, people didn't know the hardships of farmers. They all said that Tian Zhonggu was born in the countryside and lived in the fields of Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties. There were very few people in the hinterland. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky. Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.
Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet. It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.
Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day. The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame.
Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. This is a question of going to the countryside. Don Wang Weiping lives on Qi's water, and there are no mountains to the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. Autumn rain in the countryside is Tang Geng's business. In the desert, there are heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rustling rain hangs down.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The countryside is mixed in the four seasons. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda blackbirds threw themselves into the forest, and the tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of them went to firewood.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity Song Fan Chengda Ritian Yunye Ji Ma, each village takes charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Four-season mixed (1) plums are golden and apricot fat, while wheat and cauliflower are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The countryside is full of excitement in all seasons. (2) Farming in the field during the day and being numb at night, the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Pass by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your 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.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Shanxi Village Tour [Song Dynasty] Lu Youxiao laughed at the farmhouse muddy wine, and raised enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children scoundrels best, and I look forward to Wang Ji's performance in Gao Dong's Twilight. What is the desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
At night, the bell of Lu Men Song Meng Haoran Mountain Temple came at night, and fishermen boarded the ferry. People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile. Thatched doors and pine paths are lonely and quiet, and only strangers come and go.
Wang Wei's sunset shines on the ruins of a farmhouse by the Weihe River, and 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 sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . Looking high at the wild, what does the migration depend on? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
In the countryside in April (Tang Dynasty), the green hills in Weng Juan were covered with white mountains, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Zhang (Tang Dynasty) fisherman, flying in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water, rich mandarin fish, bamboo slips and green coir, don't have to return in the oblique wind and drizzle.
4. Poems describing the countryside are left in Xugongdian, a new town-Yangwanlili is sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded. The children ran after Huang Die and flew to the flowers, but they couldn't be found. Tian Jia-Huayue Chicken sings three times, and sets the rice bowl and tea bottle. Lovers are still afraid of urging early ploughing, so they pull the awning window to see Xiaoxing. In April, the countryside, Weng Juan, was covered with green, amid the sound of military discipline. Only by raising silkworms can you visit Shanxi Village-Luyou Xiao Mo farmhouse is full of wine, and you can raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers. The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and antique. From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with a cane. You have an appointment-it's raining in Huangmei's home in Zhao Shixiu, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you have a date, you will knock on the door and the light blue in remote mountainous areas. We will open your windows in gardens and fields, talk about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands, and wait for the holiday on the mountain. I will come to Xijiangyue-Xin Qiji again at chrysanthemum time (walking in the middle of Huangsha Road at night), the bright moon will surprise magpies, and the breeze will chirp in the middle of the night. Frogs can be heard in the fragrance of rice and flowers. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. In the old society, on the edge of Maodian community, the road turned to Xiqiao.
5. There are more than 35 ancient poems about rural life: 1 Tianjing Shayuan, Ma Zhiyuan, an old tree with withered vines, a faint crow, a small bridge with flowing water, an ancient road with westerly winds, the setting sun, a heartbroken man at the end of the world, a lonely phoenix tree in a deep courtyard, a clear autumn in a deep courtyard, a steep path in a cold mountain and people in Bai Yunsheng. And the pale blue in remote mountainous areas, we opened your window in the garden and fields, holding our cups to talk about mulberry and hemp, and waited until the mountain holiday, the residents of Zheng 5 District, I came again at chrysanthemum time: the fragrant pond was as clear as a mirror, and the fishing rafts were not lost in the wind. There are several reed flowers floating in the water, and the sunset lake on Ban 'an Mountain is low. There are thousands of frost on the ground, and fish weave streams with waves. It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city. 6 Pu's "patio sand autumn" sets in the lonely village. White grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. Returning home and living in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming was rare in the wild and few in the backcountry. Covering Fei Jing during the day, I want to forget the dust in the empty room. When I returned to the market, I pulled weeds. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. The days in Sang Ma are very long, and my land is very wide. Often afraid of frost, scattered with the grass. Returning to the garden and living in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming was humble and returned home. There are 10 square houses and 89 thatched houses. It's behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The village is very warm and far away, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. In the deep alley where dogs crow and mulberry trees crow. The house is clean and messy, and the vacant rooms are idle. After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature. Pastoral word is that I missed Tang Li Bai Jia Yi for three years, and I left in Wanli, Ban Chao. I haven't met anyone in their thirties yet. It was very late when I wrote the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu. Pregnant in the morning, sitting in the daytime is often confused. I envy the red owl in the sky, and I fight for the shame of chickens. I don't know any friends in the countryside, but I have no relatives in the end. Who can recommend Yang Xiong to Ganquan? In spring, I can make a spring pigeon on Tang's house. A glum traveler. Going to the countryside means that Tang lives on the water of Qi, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, the river is bright and the well is clear. The shepherd boy looks at the village, and the hound returns with the people. What is it when it's quiet? The gardens in Fei Jing are closed during the day. Autumn means that Tang Geng is lonely and dark, and it rains cats and dogs. It flooded the ancient forest road. Dongli bloom. The four seasons are full of Fan Chengda plums, golden apricots, white wheat and thin cauliflower. No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The Four Seasons Garden is full of garden flowers. In the Song Dynasty, the blackbird in Fan Chengda had gone to the forest to fly. Children are like leaves, weaving ducks and returning alone. The Four Seasons Garden is full of garden flowers. The clay mirror of the newly-built field in Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty was flat. Cattle and sheep went home along the path. A rough old man was shut in the door of a thatched roof, leaning against a stick, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy. Where are the roaring pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves, hello, no wonder I long for a simple life and sing "decline"