1. A collection of verses describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) The rivers 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 and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
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 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 willow trees. 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. Lu Chai (Wang Wei) No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their 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, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes by the long fence, 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 despite 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 at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, I returned to Song Gao and retreated. 16. Cui Puyang’s brother Jizhong came to visit the mountains in front of him (we also visited 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 sky is 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 are changing, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
19. Pastoral Works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, working hard 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? 20. Since Dasan, the bamboo-studded road in the deep forest winds for forty or fifty miles to Huangniu (Wang Wei). The dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.
Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks.
Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains. 21. Pastoral miscellany in four seasons (Fan Chengda) Blackbirds throw themselves into the forest and there are few visitors, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 22. Pastoral Work in Spring (Wang Wei) Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.
Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing 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. 23. Tianjia in Weichuan (Wang Wei) The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alley.
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.
Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
24. Xinqingye (Wang Wei) Wang Wei (Wang Wei) Xinqingye is vast. Extremely untainted.
Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.
Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.
There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.
25. Pastoral Excitement in the Four Seasons (Fan Chengda) The mud mirror surface of the newly built 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.
26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
27. Return to the garden and live in the second place (Tao Yuanming) There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with 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. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.
28. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came home to Nanshan in his later years. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the victory is empty and self-aware.
Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.
29. Pastoral miscellaneous activities in four seasons (Fan Chengda) Farming in the fields during the day and planting 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.
30. Xinliang (Xuji) The fields are full of water and the rice leaves are in full bloom. The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows. 2. Poems describing pastoral life
The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the orioles sing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
The short bulrushes look like shears, keeping the flat sand and gravel in a sieve. Although the love is not tired, I can't live in it. When I come back in the evening, the carriage and horse are tired.
An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. When I get drunk again, I sing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
The Weng family is located in the scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with sloping paths in the middle of the field under the shade of locust trees and willows. Sometimes I watch herons when the water is full, 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. Sigh, old friends come and go, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
When the rain accumulates in the forest, the fireworks are late, and the cooking rice is steaming. 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. The wild old man is fighting for a seat with others, but the seagull is even more suspicious of what happened.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When I was drunk, Wu Yin was very charming. Whose old lady had white hair? 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.
The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are white and the cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence as the sun grows long, 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.
Don’t laugh at the farmers’ wine, which is thick with wax and wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
The Qingjiang River embraces 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 is an old friend offering Lumi, what else can a tiny body ask for?
When we went to Dongxi River to look at the water, we sat on the lonely island and the boat was late. The wild ducks are resting on the shore, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches.
A river of smoke and water illuminates Qinglan, 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 ten-mile bead curtain. Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind, and love is killing people in the south of the Yangtze River.
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 birds stay late. There are deep trees growing in the dusk mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building. Who knew that Zhuxi Road, Gechui, was Yangzhou.
One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The woman and the aunt call each other to bathe the silkworms, and sit idle with gardenias in the courtyard.
During the day, we work in the fields and at night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own house. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 3. Poems that describe the longing for pastoral life
Pastoral Poems - Hu Bingyan
Six Wonders·Pastoral Notes
(1) The lush green mountains outside Guo, beside the fence The fragrance of jasmine floats; gold bottles are used to treat close friends, and businessmen in thatched cottages and palaces circle the beams.
(2) Kites and swallows dance in the moonlight season, green trees and red flowers bloom in the mountains; wandering deep into the wilderness, the road turns to the creek bridge and home.
(3) Sitting quietly against the railing in the dark sky, catching the evening breeze in the mountain pavilion; the pale moon hangs far away like a hook, and the beautiful woman skillfully plays the flute.
(4) In the middle of the night, the wind blows secretly, and the frightened insects chant slowly and sing loudly; they sleep quietly in their clothes, the flowers fade, and the drizzle silently moistens the mood.
(5) At night, the sky is full of stars, and fireflies are twinkling; the bed in the boudoir is still the same, and the courtyard is deep and closed.
(6) The spring is full of virtues and benefits, and all things are green and green early; the clouds are clear and the breeze kisses the face, and the flowers are fresh and fragrant.
(7) Looking for spring and enjoying the fragrant grass, the light yellow swaying; the purple swallows dance vigorously, and the fish and ducks play in the water and follow the tide.
(8) The wind dances on the heartstrings, and the music is carefree and celestial; the drizzle and sand are everywhere, and the virtuous and elegant fragrance of the orchids.
(9) The grass and trees know that spring is growing early, the peaches and cherry trees are about to start to bloom, and the cherries are showing off their charm, and the leeks are tender and green.
4. Poems describing pastoral life and poems describing landscapes
Poems describing pastoral life:
Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and willows and flowers are bright in another village. ——Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"
The orioles sing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Where can I find the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"
The green trees border the village, and the green mountains slant outside. —— Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Children and grandchildren have not yet been asked to farm and weave, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7"
Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"
One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. ——Wang Jian's "Rain Passes the Mountain Village"
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins. —— Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"
The setting sun is setting in the isolated village, the jackdaws in the old trees are lightly smoked, and there is a shadow of a flying dragon. ——Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
There is no vulgar charm, and nature loves hills and mountains. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. ——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"
Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and towels, reeling wheels are ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold by cows and old willows. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves"
What I love most is that the child dies and dies, lying down at the head of the stream peeling the lotus pods. —— Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le·Village Living"
It is not enough to cherish the clothes, but it is true to the wishes. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains are lined with gates to bring in green. ——Wang Anshi's "Book on Mr. Hu Yin's Wall"
Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond long for the old abyss. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. ——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
Poems describing mountains and rivers:
A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains are lined with gates to bring in green - Song Dynasty. Wang Anshi's "Book on the Wall of Mr. Hu Yin"
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream - Wang Wei
The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here - Li Bai's "Looking" Tianmen Mountain"
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.--Fan Zhongyan
The half-moon in Emei Mountain is full of autumn, and its shadow is reflected in the water flow of Pingqiang River. The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you as I go to Yuzhou without seeing you.--"Moon Song of Mount Emei" by Li Bai
The water is so sluggish that the mountains and islands stand tall.--Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"
A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring in the green - Wang Anshi's "Book on the Wall of Mr. Yin in the Lake"
The water is shining brightly and the sky is clear, while the mountains are empty and covered with rain. Strange.---Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake"
The water is like waves in the eye, and the mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks."--Wang Guan's "Bu Shuzi"
1. The mountains are heavy and the water is back There is no road in doubt, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")
2. The mountain winding road turns away and you can't be seen, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. (Cen Shen's "Song of Bai Xue Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" )
3. Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea")
4. The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. (Meng Haoran's " "Passing the Old Friend's Village")
5. Viewed from the side, there are ridges and peaks, with different heights near and far. (Su Shi's "Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest")
6. When viewed from the top, you can see it at a glance All the mountains are small. (Du Fu's "Looking at the Mountains")
7. Climb Mount Dong and you will see a small Lu, climb Mount Tai and you will see a small world. (Confucius)
Water
1. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")
2. The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. (Li Bai's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake") About to enter the wine")
3. Who said that there will be no more time in life? The water in front of the door can still flow to the west, and I will never sing the yellow chicken with my gray hair. (Su Shi)
4. Peach Blossom Pond The water is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. (Li Bai)
5. As for Xia Shui Xiangling, it is blocked along the way. (Li Daoyuan's "Three Gorges")
6. The water is all empty Blue, thousands of feet deep, you can see the bottom. Fish and rocks are fine, and it is unobstructed to look directly at. (Wu Jun's "Book of Thoughts with Zhu Yuan")
Hope to adopt 5. Poems describing the land
1. " The soil is different"
The two Han Dynasties: Cao Cao
The country is different, the river is in the middle of winter
The river is floating, and the boat is difficult to sail.
If you don't enter the ground, the water will not flow, and the ice will be strong enough to walk on. I often sigh and complain, and feel sad.
What a blessing! Sing to express your ambition.
Translation: The countryside here is very different from the land south of the Yellow River.
In late winter, ice blocks floated in the river, making it difficult for boats to move forward; the ground was so frozen that even an awl could not be pierced into it, and the fields were barren and overgrown with dry and thick vines and wormwood. The river is frozen and does not flow. It is covered with hard ice and people can walk on it.
The knowledgeable people are poor, but the brave and aggressive people do not care about breaking the law at will. I sighed and resented this, and my heart was filled with sorrow and sorrow. I am so lucky to express my thoughts and feelings through singing.
2. "Send the Chief of Zhou Dynasty to Nancheng"
Ming Dynasty: Luo Qi
Hao Li loves the family and is not tired of the poor land.
The sacred spring can be brewed, and elixirs can be prepared when leaving the country.
Translation: The mountains are like a ring, and the water surrounds the foot of the city wall. Junzhou has been established since ancient times, and small towns were formerly attached to Guo. Lao Li loves his family status and is not satisfied with the limited land. The divine spring can generally be brewed, and elixirs can be prepared out of the country.
3. "Poem of Jinyang Gate"
Tang Dynasty: Zheng Xi
The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past, but it was recovered without damage last night.
The king of Rong abandoned Qingzhong in the north and captured his horse and rushed to Kongyue Branch in the west.
Translation: The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past, but it was recovered without any trauma last night. The king of Rong fled Qingzhong, and the enemy's cavalry fled west to Kongyuezhi. Isn't it easy to be coincidental in the year of Yao? I hope that the old man will have healthy skin and muscles.
4. "Ode to Shang·Xuanniao"
Pre-Qin: Anonymous
The destiny of Xuanniao descended and gave birth to Shang, and its residence was bright in Yin. The ancient emperor ordered Wu Tang to govern the four directions.
After Fang Ming’s death, he was about to die. In the Shang Dynasty, he was ordered to be in danger, and he was in Wuding's grandson. Wu Ding's grandson, King Wu is invincible.
The ten dragon flags are inherited by Dazhen. The territory of the country is thousands of miles away, and the maintenance of the people stops, and the territory extends to all the other seas.
Fake things come from all over the world, and fake things come from Qi Qi. Jing Yuan Weihe. It is appropriate for Yin to receive orders, so what is Bailu?
Translation: The mysterious bird of destiny descended to the world, and Jian Di was born to the ancestors of the Shang Dynasty. They lived in the vast and wide land of Yin. At that time, the Emperor of Heaven ordered Cheng Tang to conquer the four sides of the world.
Announce to the tribal leaders that all land merchants in Kyushu are occupying it. The previous kings of the Shang Dynasty succeeded their predecessors, and they accepted the destiny without neglect, and their descendants, Wu Ding, were the most virtuous. Wu Ding is indeed a good descendant, and he can shoulder Chengtang's legacy.
There are ten dragon flag carts, which are always full of grain. The territory is thousands of miles long, and the people live in peace. The territory was opened up to the four seas, and small countries from all over the world came to worship, and there was a rush of traffic, everyone vying for the first place. Jingshan is surrounded by the Yellow River. Yin receives the destiny and is praised by people as good. It has all kinds of blessings and fortunes.
5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back alleys.
The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around in grass.
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.
Translation: When you live in the countryside, you rarely interact with the world, and there are few cars and horses traveling in the remote alleys. During the day, the chai door is still closed, and the mind is pure and free from worldly thoughts. They often set foot in remote villages and clear away the grass to communicate with each other. When we meet, we don’t talk about worldly matters, only about the growth of mulberry trees and hemp in the countryside. The mulberry trees in my field are growing taller and taller, and the land I am cultivating is getting wider and wider. I often worry that frost and snow will fall suddenly and crops will wither like grass.