Pastoral poetry

Pastoral poems are as follows:

1, a farmhouse by the Weihe River in Tang Dynasty

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

2, "Passing the Old Village" Tang Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

3, "Nanxiangzi Qiumu Village Residence" Qing Nalan Xingde

The cold stream is full of red leaves, all the trees are silent and the trees are uniform. Try to climb the small building, the mountain is high and low. A cloud of smoke hung over the hillside. The barking of dogs is mixed with the crowing of roosters, the lights are flashing, and there is a way back. Walking along the mountain, it's far and near, east and west. Home is in the depths of autumn and winter, and the door is closed alone.

4. Returning to the Garden (3) Tao Jin Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

5, "Hengxitang Xiao Chun" Song Yu Liang

Hold a green plant in your hand, smoke is lonely, rain is invisible. The east wind dyed 3,000 hectares, and the egrets had nowhere to stop.

6, "New Sunshine Wild Hope" Wei

After the rain, the new clear sky is particularly open, and the vision is open without any fog and dust. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary. The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.

7. Huanxisha Stone

Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea?