Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
Meng Haoran's "Lai Li Xin Ge"
Eight solutions to Zen forest show, Sanming to Yuan Cai. The land is far away from the fragrant world, and the heart water purification pavilion is open.
Check the dangerous mountain and find the secluded stone road to come back. Swiss flowers grow from the bottom, and a panacea must be planted.
Blue nets cross mangroves, clear springs and green moss. Play fish smell, idle birds recite scriptures.
Abandon the image to realize, forget the words and reason to do. What you get in silence is nothing but chanting.
Meng Haoran, a "tooth sitting in the mountain and hiding in the south"
Gong has left his seat, but he is on high. The woodcutter doesn't know, but the monk knows.
Take the rest as a good thing and take a look together. Bamboo dew drops at night, and the wind blows during the day.
Never hold Wechat business, the situation will return to the previous rules. There is no strange strategy here, the people think.
Meng Haoran's "The Floating Picture of General Manager Deng Holding the Temple"
Climb the pagoda in the air and see Beijing on a sunny day. Surrounded by bamboo, the mountains are connected to the garden.
Four doors open to the imperial palace, and the building overlooks others. From the beginning, I was tired of grabbing and collecting sand for my children.
A glimpse of merits and demerits will increase your heart. Sitting feels that the sky is near, and the empty fragrance sends the fallen flowers.
Early Spring in Chang 'an (Poems by Zhang Zirong) Meng Haoran
Only Dongjing guards, and the city starts from Beichen. Xiange is peaceful, and * * * is happy in Yin Jian.
Snow clears the green hills and trees, and ice opens the black waterfront. The grass welcomes the golden horse, and the flowers accompany Lou Yuren.
Hung-chien watched countless songs, which Ying Ge often listened to. Why should I be honored to return to wicker?
Meng Haoran's Tian Jia Yuan Day
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
Meng Haoran's Dawn of Nanshan
The miasma is clear, and the Nanshan complex water clouds. Kun flies today, and birds fall to smell it.
The ground is close to Changsha, and the river is separated from Zhu Ling. Jia Sheng once bowed, and he was also painful and gentle.
"Crossing Xiangjiang River at Night" (Cui Shi) "Meng Haoran
The passenger ship was greedy and sneaked across the Xiangjiang River. Smell Du Fang with dewdrops, and pick lotus with songs.
The people on the list jumped into the fire, and the fish stayed in the pool and smoked. Ask each other when traveling, where is Xunyang?
"Listening to Drama" Meng Haoran
Why are you gloomy when you see those things clearly? The frost is gradually pouring, and oranges are like gold.
The female companion struggled to climb and pick, and the peeping of picking hindered the depth of the leaves. And pity * * *, showing a sense of unity.
Bone spurs are red, and the quilt is fragrant and sticky. A jade plate is better than a forest.
Wang Wei below
House of Bamboo
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Back to my home in Songshan
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
Zhong Nanshan
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Through the temple of Ji Xiang.
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high?
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
2. Ancient poems describing rural pastoral scenery, five-character quatrains, two poems 1, not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
He moved his home to the city wall and the country road to Sang Ma's residence. The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn.
There was no dog barking at the door, so I asked my neighbors in the west. His neighbor reported that he went to the mountains and always wanted to reflect the sunset on the western hills when he came back.
Translation:
He moved his home to the city wall, where the country road leads to Sang Ma.
Chrysanthemums are planted near the fence, but they don't bloom in autumn.
I haven't heard the dog barking since knocking at the door. I'm going to ask about my neighbors in the west.
The neighbor replied that he had gone to the mountains, fearing that it would be dusk when he came back.
2. An autumn night in the mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Translation:
After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather is particularly cool in early autumn and evening.
The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks.
The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe.
Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.
Step 3 pass by the village of the old man
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
My old friend prepared a sumptuous dinner and invited me to visit him in Tian She.
Green Woods surround the village, and a green hill leans vaguely outside the city wall.
Pushing open the window to face the threshing floor and vegetable garden, drinking wine and chatting about farming.
The Double Ninth Festival is coming, and I will come here to see chrysanthemums.
4. "Back to the Garden, Part III"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao 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.
Translation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night.
The mountain road 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 won't go against my wish to retire.
5. My retreat in Zhongnanshan
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Translation:
After middle age, I had a strong desire to do good, and I didn't settle down in the border of Zhongnanshan until my later years.
When I am interested, I often go to play alone. When I am happy, I also have a good time and indulge myself.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the rising clouds change.
I happened to meet a village elder in the Woods. I talked and laughed with him and often forgot to go home.
3. Write a poem about rural pastoral Fan Chengda's Miscellanies of Four Seasons Pastoral (1): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, cauliflower is white, and wheat is thin. No one has ever landed on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. April in rural Weng Juan >; The mountains and plains are all green and the rain is like smoke. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and sericulture is planted in the fields. Yang Wanli's Suxin Xugong Store: The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the top of the tree are not shaded. The children scrambled to chase Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found. Six of the seven pastoral songs, Wang Wei's peach is full of rain, and the willow green is more smoky.
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping. Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The four seasons are idyllic, and in the Song Dynasty, Fan became a big black bird and threw himself into the forest. The tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of him went to Chai Fei.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity Song Fan Chengda Ritian Yunye Ji Ma, each village takes charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
4. The ancient poem "July" about rural love is called "the oldest four-season idyll in China" by Qian Zhongshu, which "describes the hard work and hard life of farmers.
However, this poem did not play an exemplary role; The pastoral poems of later generations, such as Jiang Yan's Miscellaneous Poems, are all models of Tao Qian. "("Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty ") filariasis in July, clothing in September.
The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce. No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.
With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south! Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.
The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry? Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted. The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.
Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August. Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork, cut far and wide, as the mother mulberry.
Singing in July, achievement in August. I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son.
Beautiful in April, singing in May. Harvest in August and fall in October.
A day to raccoon, fox, for the child. The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.
Privately, publicly available [7]. In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.
July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed. The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.
Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room. In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked.
Peel dates in August and get rice in October. To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.
Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and eat our farmers in September. Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.
The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled. Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.
The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope. I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.
The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied. On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.
First frost in September, washing the floor in October. Friends drink and say they killed the lamb.
When you are in court, you can call him a man with great courage and infinite longevity! Note: The Wind is a poem in the area of Lu, consisting of seven articles. Gong Liu, the ancestor of Zhou Dynasty, moved to the place where he developed. He is located in Xunyi County, Shaanxi Province today.
There are many old customs of Zhou people in this area. "Its people have the heritage of their ancestors. They are good at farming and doing their work. Therefore, it is said that farming and mulberry have food and clothing, and they are prepared. " (History of Han Geography) The poetic style is broad, joyful but not festive (Note of the twenty-ninth year of "xianggong" in Zuo Zhuan): At dusk in July, Mars sets in the west: the wind is cold and strong.
Li Lie: It's very cold today. The next day: 1 1 month, 1 February 3, the fourth day:1month, February: renovating farm tools. Tiptoe: Tiptoe farming: Give people food at night: Yin Jun, the housekeeper in charge of farming: Cang Geng: Huang Li Yi Basket: Mulberry-picking Deep Basket: Female, slave girl.
Almost: fear reed: a growing reed. Xun: Sound guns, axes and holes with handles. Square fish: sound bureau, shrike.
Achievements: spinning hemp, Kong Yang: Very vivid: grass name, that is, polygala tenuifolia. Diamond: sound, cicada falls: vegetation leaves.
Similarity between pronunciation and saliva: aggregation. Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on.
Yan: the sound is exhausted, but: the name of the tree. Yan: Plum is a broken jar: picking gourd.
Uncle: Clean up the green hemp. Yinju Tea: silver soil, a bitter vegetable.
First sound, Ailanthus altissima: sound track, late planting early-maturing grains: sound pottery, rope hidden: ice room: sound four public, wine reward: July describes the production, labor and life of farmers all year round, reflecting rich productive labor content and strong solar terms customs. Poems are mainly in chronological order, described by month, classified, vertically opened and closed, and each section has an empty space and a picture.
From the beginning of farming to the end of harvesting and offering wine, the women who delivered rice, the girls who picked mulberry, the farmers who went to the fields, the knights who hunted, and the nobles who served in public offices all had their own characteristics. During this period, the overall style was unified in chronological order, which avoided the rigidity of narrative, enhanced the image of poetry, and especially highlighted the characteristics of genre painting. Tao Yuanming's poetry collection belongs to five poems of Yuan Dynasty, one of which is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, and his love for autumn mountains.
Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complex market music, grass * * *.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
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. Fourth, I went to Shanze for a long time and enjoyed myself in the wild forest.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market. Yiyi wandered between mountains and dragons, living in the past.
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot. Excuse me, what is this person like? The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death".
"A lifetime in a foreign land" is really true! Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. Fifth, feel sorry for yourself, the calendar is rough.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet. I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead. The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
Tao Yuanming is the first person in the history of China's poetry to take rural life as an important creative theme. The poet lived in an extremely dark society but insisted on lofty ideals and interests, which finally forced him to completely break away from the ruling class and upper class and return to the countryside. In twenty years' pastoral life, I have created a lot of pastoral poems. Among the existing 120 pottery poems, works describing rural scenery and farmers' lives account for a large proportion.
This made him the founder of China's pastoral poetry. Tao Yuanming's pastoral poems include five "Returning to the Garden", five "Migration", two "Hebo" and twenty "Drinking".
These poems "describe the beautiful scenery of the countryside and simple living of the peasants, and praise the significance of labor and the happiness of participating in labor." History of China Literature, Institute of Literature, China Academy of Sciences.
During the Kaiyuan and Tianbao years of the Tang Dynasty, social stability and economic prosperity provided poets with material conditions for a leisurely life, and the ruling class advocated Buddhism and aging, which also created a special kind of politics.
5. Five pastoral poems belong to garden houses.
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Drinking and building a house is in people's territory, without the noise of cars and horses.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Gui yuan Tian ju
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.
Rural work in spring
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
6. Tang Du Fu, an ancient poem describing the countryside, "two quatrains"
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
"Passing through 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.
The first song of Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
April in the Country Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
7. Poems about rural scenery (at least 5 poems), we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains. Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Village Rain-Wang Jian
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. April in the countryside-Weng Juan
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. "New Cool"-Ji Xu
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car. Rural scenery-Chen
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.
The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Hut-land tour