1. Pastoral Poems about Poetry and Wine
1. "Two Quatrains"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Late in the day, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze The fragrance of flowers and plants.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
2. "Zhuli Pavilion"
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 Through an Old Friend's Village"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
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 dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
4. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
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 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 willows.
5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in One of the Fields"
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 an area of ??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. 2. Poems about landscapes and pastoral poems
1. "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. 2. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems on a Spring Day" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty The rooster sounds in the deep lane of willow flowers at noon, and the tips of the mulberry leaves are not green yet.
Nothing happened while sitting and sleeping, and the windows were filled with silkworms on a sunny day. The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming.
The wild border behind the house is still green, and the neighbor is whipping bamboo shoots over the wall. The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed.
The village is full of peach blossoms, and the spring is like brocade, and the singing of drums has passed the Qingming Festival. The Dumao firewood has just ripened in the old basin, and it is brought to the Tiantou Festival Shrine.
Don’t be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. The money-burning drums below the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return.
The green branches and flowers are scattered all over the ground, and I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring.
Don’t tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle.
I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I will go to Tiger Hill. The people in Guoli come back to worship and recommend green plums to the newly brewed mash.
Richang Road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in that thatched pavilion. I have a good mood when I look for spring in my step, and the water in my hoofs is like a cup after the rain.
He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. The fruits of the garden are rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds.
Thorns have been inserted into the bamboo shoots, and cherries have been laid out. It was an auspicious day to plant rice bags at the beginning of the year, and thunder and rain continued all night long in Nanshan.
This year I don’t owe water to the rice fields. Take a look at the newly raised water and take a look at the small bridge. The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile.
I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. 3. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems in Late Spring" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. The purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow.
I collected hair from the stream to provide for the night, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the rain. The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned, and the little lotus flowers have not grown.
Taking into account the strong wind and waves during the plum weather, we even planted reed roots from outside water. Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.
When chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, it is known that a merchant is coming to buy tea. The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and lazy to go out.
The frogs are singing in the dusk and the dawn is rising. The rice field is very autumn this year. The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings.
Hundreds of flowers are floating in the air, and the fragrance of asafoetida is blown by the wind. Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors.
It’s still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season. Around the dirty water, half of the hut is open.
It is difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice plants. The boat can carry Fengtian back. The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red.
The children are smiling when they return from the collection, and a small cage is hung high on the head of the staff. The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and fresh fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, eucalyptus buds sprout and neem seeds bloom. Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the boiled bottle is trying something new.
The peonies break their calyxes and the cherries are ripe, but the flying flowers are not allowed to reduce the spring. After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim.
The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the orioles singing, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly. There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 4. "Summer Pastoral Miscellany" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty (1) The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. (2) In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes.
The rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year.
(3) When two wheat crops are harvested, a hundred coins are exchanged, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian.
The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. (4) The water is boiling, the water is flowing, the snow is rising, the chariot is noisy, and the rain is noisy.
Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other, there are not too many silk cocoons but too many cocoons. (5) The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly.
Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. (6) The water flows out of the river when going to the fields, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young man grows up on the front of the bicycle.
(7) Working 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.
(8) The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days, the weather is cool, and the green mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window.
(9) Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly, and they often stay at the farmer’s house to wash the well and incense; I sit on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool at noon. (10) There are thousands of hectares of flowers blooming, and the flowers are so deep that one gets lost and forgets to return home late at night.
The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise. (11) The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow with elixirs and the ghosts are withered.
I can’t afford to buy land to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. (12) Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and the endless frogs are chirping in the long night.
If the deafness is not cured, will the dream soul fight for the bed of quinoa? 5. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellanies in Autumn" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are correspondingly talking about the bushes. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
The rich family is full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouse is quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star.
The orange beetle is like a silkworm entering its transformation machine, and the cocoons hanging from the branches are like coir raincoats; suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, and it learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink. Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds its low web, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason.
The dragonfly was embarrassed and called the mountain boy to rescue him. The work of Chuichengzhu is hard and difficult. I avoid the rain, hate the wind, and even shy away from the cold.
The note told God not to plunder the leftovers, and half of them were rewarded for private debts and half lost to officials. When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it.
After the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until it is clear enough to enter the warehouse. The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky.
The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city. The mud mirror in the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear; the sound of laughter and singing is accompanied by light thunder, and the flails are ringing all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose one dendrobium in two minutes, you still win the chaff kernel and the full man.
The house is full of poppy bottles and poppies, and the Heavenly Cult will make a drunken living. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? The rakes are pounded carefully to buy bighead carps, the rakes are pounded carefully to sell clams, and the west wind blows up the four-gilled perch.
There are thousands of strands of crisp and greasy cedar, except everywhere in Songjiang. The new frost marks the dawn and announces the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests.
Only the orange garden has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green bushes. 6. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellanies in Winter" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. The sun is setting low in the mountains and the moon is high. I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping.
The frosty wind has pounded all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests. The eaves on my back felt like it was toasty the day before, and I felt sleepy after being drunk because of the warmth.
There is no official position for passing through the door, fighting against the north wind with a side hat, a cage and a whip! A handful of thatch was added to the roof, and the walls of the dense mud room resembled a monk's dormitory. The wind howls outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence.
Use pine knot paste as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When I come in the evening and clean the paper on the south window, I feel the setting sun is twice as red. When Gao Yin was short, he built the Cow Palace, and when he drank wine, he drank the pig's hooves and drank the earth.
The calves are growing without plague in Gukuan. Next year, more will be planted to the east of the city. Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear. The wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening.
Sitting and listening to a handful of broken pearls and jade, I don’t know that the lake has turned into ice! Pluck the snow to pick out the ground sativa, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering in the stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
The wine is boiled before spring and then steamed. 3. Poems about the countryside
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"
The peach red contains the rain, and the willow green contains the morning smoke. —— Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music No. 6"
Farming in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each 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"
The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. —— Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
There is no vulgar charm, and the nature is to love mountains and hills. ——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 in the sound of the rules.
——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"
Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and towels, reeling carts are ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold by cows and old willows. —— Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Ziju Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves"
It is not enough to cherish the stained clothes, but the wishes are true. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
What I love most is that my child died, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. ——Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle·Village Dwelling"
I walked out of the front door alone and looked at the wild fields. The moon was bright and the buckwheat flowers were like snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"
A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains are lined with gates to bring 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, "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. ——Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons Part 2"
An old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet. —— Meng Haoran's "Visiting the Old Friend's Village"
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1" 4. Poems related to the countryside
I found these, hoping they can be helpful.
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 dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come back to see the chrysanthemums.
"Quatrains":
Chiri, the country is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
"Qingpingle. Village Living" - Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but whose old lady is gray-haired? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
"Passing an Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. Tree edge of the village together, Aoyama Guo oblique. Let's hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
"Rain in the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian
One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The woman and aunt call each other to bathe the silkworms, and take a leisurely look at the gardenias in the atrium.
"Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Wang Wei
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. After returning home, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
"Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" - Li Bai
From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a slight hint of green. Together with Tian's family, children's innocence blossoms. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes. There is room for happy conversation and good wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse. I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" - Fan Chengda
The newly built field has a flat mud mirror, 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.
"April in the Countryside" - Weng Juan
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.
"New Liang" - Xu Ji
The fields are full of water and the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the dawn smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.
"Five Wonders of Mountain Villages" - Su Shi
Bamboo fenced thatched huts take advantage of the sloping stream, and flowers bloom everywhere in the mountain village in spring. If there is no elephant, there will still be elephants in peace. Wherever the solitary smoke rises, there are other people's homes. The misty rain and the sound of chickens and dogs make life uneasy wherever there is life. But there is no one to wear the yellow calf, and the cuckoo is also encouraged to farm. The old man in his seventies has a sickle on his waist. He is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Is it because you hear the rhyme and forget the taste? In the past three months, there has been no salt in food. The sticks and quinoa wrapped in rice are gone in a hurry, and the money is gone in a blink of an eye. Winning children's voice is good, a year and a half strong in the city. I am ashamed of myself when I steal my salary and forget to return it. I am worried about you at the end of the year. There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall, so that you can travel less and less in your life.
"Merry Son" - Sun Guangxian
Thatched cottage with hibiscus and hedge creek. Roosters and dogs move from south to north. The wild rice leaves are long, the water is blooming, and the spring waves are green outside the door. Listening to the weaving, the sound is rushing. The buzzing shuttle goes through the house.
"Partridge Sky" - Su Shi
The forest is broken, the bamboo is hidden in the mountain, and the cicadas are scattered in the small pond. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant. Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned towards the setting sun. It rained at three o'clock last night, and it was cool all day long.
"Village Scene" - Chen Yuyi
At dusk, you can hear the ghosts blowing the horn, and at dawn, you can watch the geese with a pole. There are few mulberry leaves when silkworms go upstairs, and there are many rice seedlings where the water flows.
"The small boat with the white bamboo canopy that Bao Chang took in it was occasionally borrowed to play in nearby villages" - Lu You
The drizzle on the thatched eaves dampened the smoke from the cooking pots, and the river road was as cold as snow. I don't love my husband's golden horse, but I envy his boat with a long pavilion and a white awning.
"Two Poems from Baitu Village to Bei Temple" - Wang Anshi
When Muzotian's family left, the city and the countryside were separated. The canal is lined with jasper, and the crops are lying on the yellow clouds. The thin hibiscus smoke is stained by fat, and the deep lotus water is burned by musk deer.
When the sun sets and no one is there, the chickens and swans flock together.
"Cottage" - Lu You
Pecking, pecking, and knocking the cottage, and bowing to the owner. The new wall demolishes the turtle signs, and the sparse tiles break off the fish scales. Red grains of cooking millet, green smoke in the stream. I want to sleep soundly when I get out of bed, but the cold dog is barking bitterly.
"Cottage" - Xu Hun
Yanyan went down to Qiutang, and the Tian family was busy ever since. Move the vegetables to far away water, harvest the fruits and wait for the heavy frost. The rice is pounded in the wild and the rice is smooth, and the tea is roasted in the mountain kitchen. When guests come, they also have wine, and they stay in the thatched cottage as they please.
"Xiao Thoughts in a Mountain Village" - Yu Xin
Open the door to save grain and millet, and live next to Weng Shuitou. There are waves in Nanjian today, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short straw hat and plays a flute at the waist. Ignore the people by the waterside and ride an ox to the mountains. 5. Poems describing the pastoral countryside
Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai"
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.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"
The hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood have red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn"
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 noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they 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.
Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"
The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people don't complain about saying 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 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! 6. What are the poems about "landscape" and "pastoral"?
1. Pastoral Excitement in the Four Seasons (Song Dynasty) Fan Cheng went out to work in the fields in the daytime and worked in the fields at night, and the children in the village were responsible for their own affairs. Children and grandchildren Unsolved for farming and weaving, and also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 2. Birds singing in the stream. Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty was idle and the osmanthus flowers fell. The night was quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise frightened the mountain birds, and they were singing in the spring stream. 3. Passing by the old friend's village [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran, an old friend, brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green hills are sloping outside. I open a pavilion and a garden, and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to drink chrysanthemums. 4. "Deer Chai" by Wang No one is seen in Weikong Mountain, but people's voices are heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. 5. Qingpingle Village Xin Qiji has low thatched eaves and green grass on the stream. Wu's voice is charming in the drunkenness, and his hair is white Whose wife is the old woman? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving chicken coops. The younger son is fond of scoundrels, lying at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods. 6. Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon The sun shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward. The bamboos rustle and return to the Huannu, and the lotus moves under the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. 7. "Visit to Shanxi Village" Lu You Mo Xiao Farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins to visit. Mountain There is no way out after heavy water, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. The flute and drum follow the Spring Society, and the simple and ancient style of clothing remains. From now on, if you can take a leisurely ride in the moon, I will knock on the door all the time with a stick. Landscape Pastoral Poetry Landscape pastoral poetry is one of the ancient Chinese poems.
It originated from Xie Lingyun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. This type of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, rural scenery, and comfortable and tranquil secluded life.
The poetry is meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the line drawing technique is mostly used. Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the Pastoral Poetry School of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the Landscape Poetry School of the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the Landscape Poetry School of the High Tang Dynasty.
Poets take landscapes and pastoral areas as their aesthetic objects, and cast their delicate brushstrokes on the quiet mountains, forests, and leisurely fields, creating a pastoral life to express their dissatisfaction with reality and their desire for a quiet and peaceful life. yearning. Representative poet editor Tao Qian and Tao Xie were the founders of the Mountain Pastoral School. They were all obviously influenced by the metaphysical trend of thought. However, due to their different status and life paths, metaphysics had different imprints in their poems.
The mysterious purpose and rational interest in Tao's poems are not only reflected in the many insights full of life experience in the poems, but more importantly, the mysterious purpose permeates the pastoral "there is true meaning" in the poems. on the screen. However, Xie's poems are mainly expressed through mystical concepts such as "it is difficult to gain fame in an empty green field, and it is easy to make a fish hook into a song" and "the survival period must be wonderful if objects are mourned and moved". The "mysterious purpose" is not complete. into his poetry.
Although Tao Shi takes nature as his aesthetic object and advocates nature, what he pursues is not the external object itself, but the interest of the soul. His poetry is freehand, not imitation.
Tao Yuanming was originally a wise bird flying in the countryside. He was affectionate and free, which was his nature. Because of his true and straightforward nature, he cannot be a good official in a dirty world. Once he escapes from the cage and returns to nature, he cannot control his joy.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" (five poems) and "Migration" (two poems) vividly outline a great poet who is aloof, leisurely and adaptable. Through the morning mist and dusk haze, he walked towards me with a hoe in his hand and a man in his robe and shoes.
The author talks about simple residences and ordinary villages in a very appreciative tone, willing to be indifferent and stay true to himself. The poet's forthright heart and outstanding integrity are like the rolling dew of lotus flowers and the white moon and clear wind.
His pastoral poems are the externalization of his personality and spirit. Therefore, when he writes about scenery, he focuses on freehand brushwork. He only pursues the fusion of a peaceful and leisurely state of mind and a diluted and simple physical environment, showing a natural realm. . Writing poetry, for him, is just a natural expression of his "broad and true" embrace.
Su Dongpo said, "Tao Yuanming's intention is not in poetry, but in poetry to convey his meaning to the ears." Yuan Haowen said, "Why does this old man write poetry? He writes directly to the sky in his heart." If Xie Lingyun was Tao Yuanming who was the first to express pastoral landscapes, Xie Lingyun, who was contemporary with Tao but later, was the first to imitate landscapes and carve lines.
Xie Lingyun's landscape poems are eloquent and skillful. Like a craftsman who is good at adjusting language, he often conveys the mood of landscapes word by word. He has extraordinary talent in refining poetic meaning and comprehending language. Even Li Bai admired him for this. to. For example, "The forest ravines collect the dark colors, and the clouds collect the sunset."
("The Stone Wall Jingshe Returns to the Lake") "The turbulent currents tend to become normal, and the solitary island rises to the middle of the river." ("Deng Jiangshan Solitary") "Islet") "White clouds embrace the secluded rocks, and the green grass is beautiful and clear."
("Passing the Ningye") "The pond grows spring grass, and the willow garden turns into songbirds." ("Climbing the Pond and Going Up the Stairs") "The green fields are beautiful in the spring evening, and the rocks are as high as Yuntun."
("Entering the mouth of Pengli Lake") "The wilderness and the river bank are clean, and the sky is high and the moon is bright in autumn." ("First Departure" "County") carefully carves out the changes in the posture of mountains and water, and the changes in dusk and dawn, and reproduces an artistic realm of natural beauty.
From this point of view, Xie Lingyuan’s absolute spiritual wisdom, his observation of things is very subtle, and his ability to control language is very superb. The landscapes and scenery, edited by his skillful hands, instantly create a clear and beautiful picture that is overflowing with color. Therefore, It was unique among Han poetry in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and later generations said that "a poem of thanks is like a newly-haired hibiscus, naturally lovely". Meng Haoran lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain, Xiangyang. He was devoted to the mountains and rivers and never became an official in his life. He was one of the rare commoner poets in the feudal era who was famous throughout the ages.
Li Bai has a poem "Gift to Meng Haoran": "I love Master Meng, and it is known all over the world. The beauty abandons the crown, and the white head lies on the pine cloud.
The drunken moon frequently makes me a saint, and I am fascinated. Flowers are of no concern to you. You can look up to the mountains and bow to the flowers."
Meng Haoran is a true hermit. Scholars in ancient times "if they are successful, they can help the world; if they are poor, they can only take care of themselves."
He chose the second path, with a pure heart and few desires, intoxicated in the natural mountains and rivers indifferently and peacefully, pursuing the highest realm of poetry-natural beauty. His poems are close to Tao's poems, but have their own style.
There are not many poems with powerful atmosphere such as "Steaming clouds and dreamy lakes, waves shaking Yueyang City", "The stormy waves come like snow, and one sits in the cold." The representative ones are those poems that present a quiet, cold artistic conception and are deeply imprinted with the sentiment of the hermit.
His poem describes the feelings of the hermit: "In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the geese flying into the sky.
...". ("Autumn Climbing Lanshan and Posting Five Pieces") He wrote a poem about the joy of Tian's family: "An old friend, with chickens and millet, invited me to Tian's family.
The green woods are close together, and the green mountains are sloping outside. Open the pavilion In the garden, we drank and talked about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, we will come to see chrysanthemums." ("Passing the Old Friend's Village") The quiet and cold mood, the natural and tranquil mood, cannot conceal the loneliness in the heart. Qing and lonely.
Holding the scroll and meditating, we seem to see a proud and arrogant poet walking alone on the mountain road, with the mountain wind blowing his elegant gown. Wang Wei Wang Wei wrote political poetry, Bian. 7. Ancient poems about pastoral scenery
Ancient poems about pastoral scenery 1. "Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty 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" 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 Through My 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.
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. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiucaidi" 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, 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 One of the Fields" 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 10,000 miles.
How to lead a white calf and drink 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 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 Village" Weng Juan, Song Dynasty The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in 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" by Fan Cheng of the Song Dynasty. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, the white cabbage flowers are sparse.
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 11. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. 12. "Autumn Rain in the Pastoral" Geng Mao of the Tang Dynasty 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 is moved.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. 13. "Xinyiwu" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Hibiscus flowers bloom 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 Event on Qi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty 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. "Brother Cui Puyang Ji Zhongqian's Mountain Xing" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty also visited Weimen when he went to Shanxi. The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Jun is leisurely 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" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
18. "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 there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
19. "Pastoral Works" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I labored and sang 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 Yellow Ox" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. There are few passers-by like blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches the Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 22. "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Spring doves are singing 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. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return 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 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. "Late View" from "New Sunny Fields" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The new clear fields are vast and untainted as far as the eye can see. Guomen faces the ferry, and the village trees connect to the mouth of the stream.
Beyond the white water fields, behind the green peaks coming out of the mountains. There is no idle person in the farming month, and the whole family is busy in the south.
25. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" Fan Chengda, 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.
26. "Green Creek" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of the green stream. 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. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty 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 Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success 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 Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp 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 near the mulberry tree.
30. "Xinliang" Xu Ji, Song Dynasty The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and 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.