1. Poems about pastoral scenery
Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chickens 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. 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 chickens 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.
"Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran: An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
After the first couplet of the poem explains the cause of the incident, the last couplet describes the natural scenery the poet saw when he entered the village. The poet seems to have picked up common rural scenery at his fingertips, but deep skill and careful tempering can be seen in the plainness.
These two sentences not only accurately and vividly describe the dense green trees beside the village and the sloping green hills outside the village, presenting us with a fresh and bright mountain village landscape; but also a " The word "合", the word "Xian", also embodies the appearance of the mountain village surrounded by green trees and the green mountains slanting across the village. It seems that the natural scenery is harmonious and harmonious with the people in the mountain village, and is filled with strong sentiment and kindness. Feeling and appeal. The neck couplet describes the scene of the host and guest chatting freely after entering the house.
If the chin couplet depicts the general environment of the entire village, the neck couplet outlines the small environment of the old friend’s farmhouse: outside is the threshing field and vegetable garden, and indoors is the farmer’s wine, food and farming conversation. The strong Tianjia flavor is clearly revealed. Facing the typical farmhouse scenery outside the window and the sumptuous farmhouse meals in the house, the poet felt happy and joyful. In addition, the host and guest were acquainted with each other and had similar temperaments. They frequently raised glasses to drink and talked about mulberry and hemp. His mood was so happy and warm.
The last couplet tells about the promise of the future, with a profound emotional charm. The human emotions, objects and scenery in the poem are all integrated into the sounds of nature.
Secondly, the landscapes, vegetation, birds and flowers described by the poet are not isolated, but constitute a harmonious whole, forming a picture full of life consciousness. Let's take a look at Du Fu's poem--"Quetrains"--"The poem is a painting": Late in the day, the rivers and mountains 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. At the beginning of the poem, he writes from a broad perspective, describing the bright and beautiful spring scenery in the Huanhua River area under the bright sunshine in early spring.
In the second sentence, the poet further uses the warm spring breeze, the first blooming flowers, and the green grass to show the bright spring scenery. In the third sentence, the poet chooses the most common and characteristic dynamic scenery in early spring to outline.
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, the mud is melting and the soil is moist. The swallows returning from autumn to spring are busy flying around, carrying mud in their mouths and building nests. The fourth sentence outlines a static scene.
The spring is warm, the sun is beautiful and the sand is warm. The mandarin ducks also want to enjoy the warmth of spring and sleep quietly on the sandbank by the stream. Judging from the description of the scenery, this sentence contrasts with the dynamic flying swallows in the third sentence. The alternation of movement and stillness makes each other interesting.
The third and fourth sentences use fine brushwork to describe the flying swallows and the sleeping mandarin ducks. Together with the broad strokes of the first and second sentences to outline the broad and bright scenery, the whole picture is harmonious and unified. A picture of an early spring scene with bright colors, flourishing business, and aesthetic feeling, thus reflecting the poet's temporary peace of mind after a long period of ups and downs and wandering, and also the poet's joyful feelings towards the vitality and prosperity of nature in early spring. of expression. 2. Beautiful words and phrases describing pastoral scenery
Wang Wei's pastoral landscape poem "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. "Xinyiwu": 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. "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return 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. "Birdsong Stream" The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.
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.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Author of Tian Jia Xing: Wang Jian The male voice is cheerful and the female face is pleasing to the eye. People don’t complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves.
Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and autumn moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose.
Don’t look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don’t sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate! Wild Old Song An old farmer from Zhang family lives in poverty in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat. Nie Yizhong Shang Tian's family sells new silk in February and sells new grain in May.
Heal the sores in front of your eyes, but cut out the flesh in your heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light.
If you don’t illuminate the Qiluo Banquet, you will only illuminate the escape house. Guan Tianjia Author: Wei Yingwu It rains lightly and all the flowers are new, and a thunder startles the insects.
The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.
Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy.
There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
The Widow in the Mountains Tang Du Xunhefu was guarding Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were burnt. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still need to pay taxes; if the fields are desolate, they still need to collect seedlings.
From time to time, pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin them into firewood with leaves to cook them. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.
Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei slants the light 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 gate.
The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away. Spring Pastoral In Wang Wei's house, spring doves chirp, and the apricot blossoms beside the trees are white.
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. Passing by my old friend's village, my old friend Meng Haoran invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet.
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. Sui Yanxing Du Fu Sui Yunduo has a lot of north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting is covered with white snow.
When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don’t shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers.
The high-powered officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish but not birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain.
It is said that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed.
Carving clay is the easiest to get, if your likes and dislikes don’t match your appearance. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?
Burning Song Wen Tingyun stood up and looked at Nanshan, where the mountain fire was burning the fields. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again.
Climbing towards the rock, slowly climbing the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from a distance.
The neighbor can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian".
Bean sprouts and insects are proliferating, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square.
The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. When you hold money, people will tell you, and when you knock on tiles, you will hear the sound in the forest.
I got the hexagram on the mountain and came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane.
The wind drives away the smoke from the oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars are shining outside the clouds, and the flying embers are falling in front of the steps.
Laying back and moaning and sneezing, the crow mother cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?
Good luck! ! . 3. 20 four-character poems and 10 verses about pastoral scenery
1. The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair? "Qingpingle·Village Residence" by Xin Qiji in the Qing Dynasty The eaves of the thatched house are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to? 2. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty not only describes Shanxi villages surrounded by mountains and rivers, full of flowers and endless spring scenery, but it is also rich in philosophy, showing a certain regularity of the changes and development of life, which is endlessly memorable.
It shows the poet's unique thinking and spirit, which often contains infinite hope in adversity. The poet describes the feeling of being lost in the mountains and rivers and the joy of seeing new scenes after changing every step; no matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as you strengthen your faith and have the courage to explore, life can "survive from desperate situations" and emerge a bright future. and a new realm of hope.
3. The oriole crows thousands of miles away, the green reflects the red, and the wine flag winds in the water village, mountain and Guo. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty first described the world of red flowers and green willows in the south of the Yangtze River.
There are singing and dancing birds everywhere, green trees and red flowers everywhere; the villages in Dishui, the city walls nestled against the mountains, and especially the wine flags fluttering in the wind. "Thousands of Miles" means that the whole Jiangnan is written, but the whole is expressed through specific images.
4. Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. "Passing the Village of My Old Friend" by Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty. Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city.
Use the order from near to far to describe the scenery.
The village is located in Pingchou and is far away from the green mountains, making people feel quiet and quiet but not lonely.
It is precisely because "Old Friend Village" appears in such a natural and social environment that the guests and hosts raise their glasses to the window. 5. Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
"Village Living" by Gao Ding in the Qing Dynasty The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky. Although only simple things such as green grass growing, orioles flying, and willows flying in the spring smoke appear in the poem, reading it makes people seem to see a vibrant spring world and smell the breath of spring with the fragrant flowers.
Baidu Encyclopedia - Visiting Shanxi Village Baidu Encyclopedia - Visiting the Old Friend's Village Baidu Encyclopedia - Village Living. 4. Does anyone know of ancient poems or lyrics that describe pastoral scenery?
Wang Wei's pastoral poem "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. "Xinyiwu": 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. "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return 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. "Birdsong Stream" People are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.
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.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Tian Jiaxing Author: Wang Jian The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people say goodbye without complaint. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves.
Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose.
Don’t look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don’t sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate! Wild Old Song by Zhang Ji An old farmer lives in poverty in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat. Nie Yizhong Shangtian's family sells new silk in February and sells new grain in May.
Heal the sores in front of your eyes, but cut out the flesh in your heart. I wish the king's heart to turn into a candle of light.
If you don’t illuminate the Qiluo Banquet, you will only illuminate the escape house. Guan Tian Jia Author: Wei Yingwu A light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects.
The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.
Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy.
There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
The Widow in the Mountains, Du Xunhe, Tang Dynasty. My husband was defending Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were burnt. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still need to pay taxes; if the fields are desolate, they still need to collect seedlings.
From time to time, pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin them into firewood with leaves to cook them. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.
Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.
The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away. Pastoral 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. 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. Sui Yanxing Du Fu Suiyun has become dusk and the north wind is blowing, Xiaoxiang Dongting is covered with white snow.
When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don’t shoot wild geese with their mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers.
The high-motor official hates wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish but not birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain.
It is said that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed.
It is the easiest to get if you carve it out of clay. If your likes and dislikes don’t match your appearance, you will be confused. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?
Burning Song Wen Tingyun stood up and looked at Nanshan, the mountain fire burned the mountains and fields. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again.
Climbing towards the rock, slowly climbing the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from afar.
The neighbor can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian".
Bean sprouts and insects are proliferating, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square.
The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. When you hold money, people will tell you, and when you knock on tiles, you will hear the sound in the forest.
I got the hexagram on the mountain and came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane.
The wind drives away the smoke from the oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars burst out beyond the clouds, and the flying embers fell in front of the steps.
Laying back and moaning and sneezing, the crow mother cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?
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. 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.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields by Tao Yuanming in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He was a young man who had no sense of the vulgar charm, and his nature was to love hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.
The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. There are elms and willows behind the starlings, and peaches and plums in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean 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 Words by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded ten thousand miles. Like holding a white calf and drinking water from a clear stream.
Pastoral Works by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty The cottage is isolated from the dust and noise, but one must first cultivate tranquility. There are three paths nearby, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits.
I have been promoted to other places in Guangdong, but I have not met him in my thirties. It's getting late when I write and write swords, and it's 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 little understanding. The birdies are envious of the sky, and the chickens and ducks are ashamed of each other as they compete for food.
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I work hard and sing 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 Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the 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. Qi Shang Pastoral Immediately Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty He lives on the Qi River, 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 a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight. Autumn Rain in the Pastoral Idyll by Tang Gengmao The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping thickly.
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 is moved.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. Pastoral miscellany at four o'clock Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. At four o'clock, there is a lot of pastoral excitement. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. There are few people passing by in the forest. The smoke from the front mountain reaches the Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty 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. At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty goes out to work in the fields during the day and produces hemp at night. The children in 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. C. Homesickness, Quiet Night Thoughts, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? Depend on this. 5. Poems describing pastoral scenery
Describing pastoral scenery
1. "Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
2. "Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
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 an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. 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.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
4. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls. 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.
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 by Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty
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.
6. "Pastoral Words" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded ten thousand miles. Like holding a white calf and drinking water from a clear stream.
7. "Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
8. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return 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" Weng Juan, Song Dynasty
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, Song Dynasty
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
11. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
12. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
13. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Mo Xiao's farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
14. "Old Song of the Wild" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The poor old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat.
15. "Zhongnan Mountain" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different. 6. Poems describing pastoral scenery
1. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you are pregnant and return home,
it is the time when your concubine has a broken heart. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
3. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers are hidden in the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky.
I don’t sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade. There will be a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night?
4. "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
5. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and they sprout a few branches in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
6. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
7. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty
The orioles sing and the swallows announce the new year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, next to the city, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.
8. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fude" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell.
9. "Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
When wearing new makeup, it is appropriate to face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard. When I walked to the atrium and counted the flowers, dragonflies flew up to the jade and scratched my head.
10. "Ode to the Willows" by Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
11. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
12. "Boarding at Guazhou" by Song Wang Anshi
Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
13. "Early Spring Presents Outside the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba," Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
14. "Spring in the Jade House" by Qi of the Song Dynasty
The scenery in the east city is gradually beautiful, and the wrinkled ripples welcome guests. The morning light is cold outside the green poplar smoke, and the spring is stirring on the red apricot branches.
I hate the lack of pleasure when I grow up, but I am willing to love a thousand gold and smile lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.
15. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of orioles sing in the green river, and the wind of wine flags and wine flags in the water village and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
16. "Early Spring Southern Expedition to Friends in Luozhong" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
The beauty of Chu is thousands of miles away, so travelers why bother to take credit. Traveling geese meet in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall.
When spring comes, grass grows by the river, and flowers bloom on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year.
17. "Spring in the Jade House" by Song Xin Qiji
I want to persuade the spring to live in front of the wind, but spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city.
The flowers do not fall with the water, but become floating catkins on the mud.
The stars in the mirror are wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.
18. "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
19. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Tang Bai Juyi
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
20. "Quequatrains" by Zhinan, a monk from the Song Dynasty
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold.
21. "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the door of the small buckle firewood cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. 7. Good words and sentences about pastoral scenery
The small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields. In the distance, there are huts with simple shapes and harmonious colors, creating a beautiful and moving pastoral scenery. ! There are ancient windmills. The windmill leaves are like outstretched wings, rotating in the wind, forming a unique scenery with green grass and wild flowers, adding a magical color to this fairy tale world! Pairs of brightly colored and exquisite wooden shoes, symbolizing sweet love! And the gorgeous tulips have attracted countless lovers... In the season of tulips, the smiles of charming and charming girls spread the fragrance like flowers... By the quiet lake, with windmills, green grass, and small houses, it's so cozy and the fields of red and bright tulips bloom in bursts. Fragrant, the windmill is spinning! Is this a dream? The tall building is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting! Everywhere is filled with green, and even the air smells of green grass. The surroundings are green and stunning. The windmills have also stopped, and you are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery... Touring Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You Moxiao Farmer's wax wine is muddy, and the good years invite guests to eat chicken and dolphins .
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers. Wild Old Song by Zhang Ji An old farmer lives in poverty in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat. Pastoral 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. 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. Return to Songshan Mountain to work. 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. Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village" An 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. Du Fu's "Quatrains" Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Du Fu's "Quatrains" Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. Zhongnan Bieye I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age, and in my later years I came to the southern border of the mountains.
Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Qingxi When I enter Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi.
There will be countless twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines.
The ripples are filled with water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful.
Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. Tianjia in Weichuan The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, 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.
Looking at the new clear fields (one night) The new clear fields are 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.
Huanghuachuan has tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks within a few miles. When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.
The rain falls on the pines and gurgling on the rocks. The quiet words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the mountain top.
Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering. Qinggao Li has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating.
I used to be tired of being secretive, and I was relieved of worries.
Cui Puyang brother Ji Zhongqian's mountain is prosperous. The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Jun's pond is leisurely.
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.
Saga faces the Qin State, and Heta hides Jingguan. The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk.
My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.