1. "Returning to the Garden, Part III" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
planted beans at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass was full of bean seedlings.
in the morning, you should make good use of waste and filth, and bring home the lotus with you.
the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and my clothes are exposed in the evening.
clothes are not enough to cherish, but you can keep your wish.
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning and get rid of weeds, and go home by moonlight at night. The mountain path is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I don't go against my intention to retire.
2, "Mountain Farmhouse" Tang Dynasty: Gu Kuang
Banqiao people crossing the spring, Mao Yan crowing at noon.
mo Chen's baking tea is dark, but he likes to bask in the grain and sunny.
When I walked across the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, there was a gurgling sound of spring accompanying me. Came to the front of the farmer's house, the sun was shining high above the eaves, and the chickens were giggling, as if welcoming visitors. Shan Nong accompanied me to visit the roasted tea, and said apologetically, don't blame me for being smoked; To the threshing floor, Shan Nong was overjoyed that it could be threshed in fine weather.
3, "Lingyangxi to Setan in Xiajing County" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Setan is noisy, and two mountains are full of apes.
if Bai bo rolls snow, his side foot can't be licked.
the fisherman and the boatman are folded into ten thousand poles.
Translation: The running water in Setan is restless, and apes are running everywhere on the mountains on both sides. The waves rolled up by Lingyang stream are like snow, and the boulder can't pass through the boat when standing sideways in the water. I'm afraid boatmen and fishermen will break 1 thousand poles here in a year.
4. "April in the Country" Song Dynasty: Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and it is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so sericulture was added to the fields.
The hillside fields are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the sky light. The cuckoo crowed in the misty drizzle. April in the countryside is the busiest time, and just after the sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
5, "Farmhouse" Tang Dynasty: Yan Renyu
In the middle of the night, Huer took advantage of the ploughing, and the cows were unable to walk.
when people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will be called Tanaka Valley.
In the middle of the night, I called the children and hurried to the field to plow the soil before dawn. The emaciated old cow was dragging the plow in the field, and it was getting slower and slower, so tired that it was almost impossible to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hard work of the farmers, but they say that the rice and grain in the field grow naturally.
6, "summer village's Miscellaneous Seven" Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
In the daytime, the fields are cultivated and the nights are hemp, and the children in the village are in charge.
children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, but also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade.
weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night. Men and women in the village have their own housework. Although children can't plow and weave, they learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees. 2. An ancient poem about rural life
1 day of pure sand in Qiu Si
Yuan Ma Zhiyuan
Old trees with withered vines are faint crows,
Small bridges are flowing with water,
The ancient road is full of horses,
The sun sets,
heartbroken people are at the end of the world
2 lonely phoenix trees, and the deep courtyard is locked in clear autumn, <
4 Passing through the old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. Wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time
Zheng Lanzhi, a native of Wuyi:
Fangtang is as clear as a mirror, and fishing rafts are not lost in the wind.
A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Bangan Mountain is low.
There are thousands of frost spots on the heron flying over Rocky, and fish weave a stream of waves and silks.
It's a pleasure to have a fishing platform to carry autumn scenery across the west of the city.
6 yuan Bai Pu's "Clear Sand Autumn"
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree Western jackdaw, a little flying under the shadow.
green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
returning to the countryside
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
There are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the poor lanes. The day is still chai men closed, the pure heart to cut off vulgar thinking.
in the music of the time-revival market, pulling weeds * * * comes and goes. Meet not to talk about the worldly affairs, only say the garden sang ma grows.
the days in Sang Ma are long, and the days in our country are wide. Often worry about the frost suddenly, the crops wither like the bush.
returning to the garden
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
There is little rhyme, and he loves Qiushan in nature. I slipped into the official career net, and has been away from the field for more than ten years.
a captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and a fish in the pond misses its source. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses. The elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin and in front of Taoli Luotang.
it's warm and distant, and there's smoke in yiyi market. A few dogs barked in the lane, and the mulberry tree was called with a cock.
there is no dust and clutter in the household, and there is leisure in the virtual room. Long trapped in a cage without freedom, I finally return to the forest today.
pastoral talk
Tang Li Bai
Jia Yi was banished for three years, Wan Li, Ban Chao.
how to lead a white calf, drinking water is good for clean water.
pastoral work
Tang Menghao-ran
It's bad to keep the house apart from the dust, but to nurture the elements first. Bu is close to the three paths, and there are thousands of trees planted.
I have been moved from Guangdong, but I haven't met anyone since I was 3. It will be late when the sword is written, and the day of Qiuyuan is already dusk.
I am pregnant in the morning, but I am often ignorant when I sit in the day. The sky is full of envy, competing for food and shame.
Look at the Golden Horse Gate, and take the road of firewood. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end.
who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
pastoral work in spring
Tang Wangwei
Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and the lotus hoe the spring vein.
when I return to Yan, I know my old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar. When you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and you will travel far away.
it's a matter of going to the countryside
Tang Wangwei
He lives on the water of Qi, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is clear between the wells.
the shepherd boy looks to the village, and the hounds return with the people. What's the matter with the quiet? Jingfei takes the day off.
autumn rain is a pastoral thing
Tang Gengkun
The desert is heavy with clouds and dark, and the rain is drizzling. For the ancient road flooded by Lin, it is full of wasteland.
when the five crops are harvested, several households in the isolated village cook. Turbulence spreads through the nursery, and rotten leaves write autumn branches.
the new firewood is wet at dusk, and the old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums bloomed in Dongli.
the four seasons are full of pastoral excitement
Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare.
no one has ever crossed the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
the four seasons are full of idyllic excitement
Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty
The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are scarce, and the smoke in the front mountains reaches Chai Fei.
the little boy paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return home alone.
the four seasons are full of pastoral excitement
Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
The mud mirror of the newly-built farm is flat, and every family plays rice while the frost is fine.
The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.
a Farm-house on the Wei River
Wang Wei
in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane.
and a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
there are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
Hojo, Fu Tian, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life sings "Decline" with dismay. 3. Poems describing rural life
1. The beauty of rural life lies outside the courtyard. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and changed into a casual dress to go out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most visually comfortable is the girl's bright red and green clothes, while the auditory enjoyment is the refreshing crowing of chickens and insects, and the sound of the peasant family opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color and simple sound are most compatible with this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cattle. Further on, there is a wine shop in the distance where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I was very happy in my heart, and the wind was blowing at my feet, as if I were touched with the fairy spirit of China Kung Fu.
2. There is an amazing amount of water in this place. As long as you stand in an empty place, there must be a big or small bend flowing into your eyes.
In the morning, before the fish in the river wake up, people poke their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog was thick, and there was no one on the opposite side. When the two boats approached each other, they broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that they had a narrow squeak, but the boats were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman in this place, 78 years old, with a fair face and a voice like Hong Zhong. "Small fish and shrimp are for sale-",although it is an ordinary cry, it makes people feel drunk and wake up with a cup of tea, and they are comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on board got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that the sky was not clear, he stood at the stern and raised a line of muddy urine. Many have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be carried from this river!
There are often two lovely birds, who catch the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing and chirping, infinite tenderness, and clinging to each other. A pair of carp, which came out in the morning to breathe, took advantage of the fog and played to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman.
The sky is getting brighter and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came to life. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and cooking breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often near the river, and the male and female owners do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work.
3. In the early morning, I always wake up naturally, and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter, and the chirping of birds is gradually decreasing from the enthusiastic noise of chirping. I think it is to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, there is a sweet singer who cries and flies away. Get up and look at the time on the mobile phone. It's less than six o'clock. The sun is already among the trees, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house is covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rise and sink happily in the light, like dancing in the morning. Tidy up my mother, push her to sit in the sunshine, and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be done in no hurry. 4. Poems about rural life
Du Fu in Jiangcun, a piece of Qingjiang River, embraces the village flow, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet.
Go to the church and visit the swallow, and make a blind date with the gull in the water. The old wife is using a chess board, the little son is beating the needle to make a hook.
medicine is the only thing needed for many diseases, and what else can I ask for by the river? I am so annoyed by flowers on the river that I have nowhere to tell them, but I am crazy. When he came to the south to find a lover of drinking, he went out drinking ten days ago.
thick flowers are afraid of the riverside, and walking in danger is afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and do not have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.
there are two or three quiet families in the deep river, and the red flowers reflect the white flowers. I have a place to repay the pleasure of the spring, the hotel Joan can take my time.
Looking to the east, few cities are full of smoke, and the high-rise buildings with flowers are even more pitiful. Who can bring me to drink, call for beauty, singing, laughing, dancing, and Yusheng?
in front of the Huangshi Tower, the river flows east, and it is lazy and sleepy in the breeze in spring. Peach blossoms bloom without owners, lovely deep red loves light red.
Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. Sentimentally attached attached to the fragrance of flowers butterfly in the dance, freedom in the soft and soft warbler is just happy to sing.
I'm not willing to die if I love flowers, but I'm afraid I'll spend all my years urging each other. Many branches are easy to fall one after another, and the young leaves are discussed carefully. 5. The ancient poems describing rural life
belong to the idyllic residence
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
have no suitable rhyme, and they love Qiushan in nature. I slipped into the official career net, and has been away from the field for more than ten years.
a captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and a fish in the pond misses its source. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses. The elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin and in front of Taoli Luotang.
it's warm and distant, and there's smoke in yiyi market. A few dogs barked in the lane, and the mulberry tree was called with a cock.
there is no dust and clutter in the household, and there is leisure in the virtual room. Long trapped in a cage without freedom, I finally return to the forest today.
pastoral talk
Tang Li Bai
Jia Yi was banished for three years, Wan Li, Ban Chao.
how to lead a white calf, drinking water is good for clean water.
pastoral work
Tang Menghao-ran
It's bad to keep the house apart from the dust, but to nurture the elements first. Bu is close to the three paths, and there are thousands of trees planted.
I have been moved from Guangdong, but I haven't met anyone since I was 3. It will be late when the sword is written, and the day of Qiuyuan is already dusk.
I am pregnant in the morning, but I am often ignorant when I sit in the day. The sky is full of envy, competing for food and shame.
Look at the Golden Horse Gate, and take the road of firewood. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end.
who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
pastoral work in spring
Tang Wangwei
Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and the lotus hoe the spring vein.
when I return to Yan, I know my old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar. When you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and you will travel far away.
it's a matter of going to the countryside
Tang Wangwei
He lives on the water of Qi, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is clear between the wells.
the shepherd boy looks to the village, and the hounds return with the people. What's the matter with the quiet? Jingfei takes the day off. 6. Poems about rural life
are destined to belong to rural literature/feelings. Tianya was born from the soil. I think I am destined to belong to the countryside, just like the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. My face is wrinkled and still drunk in meditation. It is always difficult to erase it from the apex of my heart. The fire of the kitchen pond that floated with my mother's white hair turned my mother's face into a bronze statue, solemn and sacred. Calm and often in the silence of the birds returning to their nests, the old cow and I will groan with the sunset and crush the gold along the grass-edged path. I like to smell the smell of the soil with one heart, just like the breath of the old cow holding a handful of Chinese toon from April. My father's sweat makes the land a treasure of cultivators. In the countryside, I can hear the most beautiful love songs of birds in the countryside. I can see the innocence of peach blossom's first love in the countryside. I don't have to worry about noisy harassment in the countryside. I can always have a round of countryside in Haoyue, and there are so many sincere and simple smiling faces that perfume my soul. In this era of ridiculous human nature, the countryside has taught me how to be a man. I don't care about so many people. I can't wait to transport my body and soul from the countryside. I still let my blood flow with the river, so that a heart can take root in the soil and crops can be born from the soil at the same time. After taking a bath in the soil and drawing that full stop, I will always close my eyes in the soil. I will give myself to a melon shed and a bean stand for the rest of my life. A naked boy who tears at the sight of the land is destined to belong to the country that will never leave.
leaves. The village of childhood is a fresh morning. Who whispers and cooks the fragrant rice in the dream? The field is very small.
Like a folded gold ingot, it can't hold a lover's smile, and it can't hold a bumper harvest granary to dig wild vegetables, so it drives autumn to an end. She was caught in a storm.
who took her fast food? She still holds a small bundle of yellow green bristlegrass in her arms. Sickle is just an excuse to kill her. (2) The place where we eat and live is fried meatballs.
After watching the river for a winter, it began to hurt. The fallen leaves in the snow were ground into miscellaneous grains and sunlight.