Write rural poems in summer 1. Poems describing the scenery of summer village
Wang Wei's pastoral poems
Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but the voice can be heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
"Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, 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 the disappointed songs are fading.
Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
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.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
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. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .
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.
Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. 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.
The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling. 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.
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
The screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in 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.
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
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?
The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus 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.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean. The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming. There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
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.
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
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. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
2. Poetry describing rural summer
Wild old songs were recorded.
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.
At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Wang Wei in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus 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.
Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
3. Poems describing the summer countryside
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (Ⅰ)
Southern Song Dynasty
Author Fan Chengda
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Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
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.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
4. summer village's scenery poems
At this time, the cuckoo's song is exciting.
A monotonous and simple song.
It is the restlessness before harvest.
Next is cicada singing.
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Touching in a piece of green.
This is the mission entrusted by spring.
The clouds in spring are still white.
Floating in the wind, the morning dew is crystal clear as a pupil.
When all the colors are about to wither
There will be a battle next.
Green revolution, and then, it will
Yellow revolution.
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When a bright moon, thin into a sickle.
The harvest song will wake up.
Colorful ladybug's dream, a summer rain.
It speeds up the process and fills people's minds.
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I don't know how many pages to read after planting awn seeds.
Poetry and songs tell the joy of harvest.
Sparrows, on the other hand, never reduce their greedy desire.
I'm not afraid of one more.
Cut the skin of the wheat awn, and there is no one anymore.
Like me, while lamenting the bumper harvest,
Xiu Xiu was a little drunk and slowly fainted.
5. Ancient Poems of Summer Resort
The author of Summer Village Miscellaneous Fun is Fan Chengda, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows:
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
translate
A plum tree becomes golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. After a long time, the farmers were busy working in the fields and didn't go home until noon. No one walked in front of the door. Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
Distinguish and appreciate
This poem is about the rural scenery of Jiangnan in early summer. In the poem, plums are yellow, apricots are fat, wheat is white, and cauliflower is sparse, which describes the characteristics of the rural scenery in the south in summer, with colorful flowers and fruits. The third sentence of the poem describes the situation of farmers' labor from the side: in early summer, farmers are busy with farming, so they go out early and return late, so they rarely see pedestrians during the day. The last sentence uses "only dragonflies and butterflies are flying" to set off the silence in the village, which makes it even quieter.
Source: http://www.slkj.org/b/362/.
6. What poems describe the scenery of the summer resort?
1, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Part II)" Fan Chengda in Southern Song Dynasty
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
2. Tang Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral" works
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on 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.
3, "Pastoral Work" Tang Meng Haoran
The disadvantages are separated from the dust, but the first thing is to promote 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?
4, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
5, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda
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.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.