A poem about green trees surrounding the village 1 Two poems about villages.
Youshan west village
Lu you
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine. There are enough chickens and dolphins left in good years.
There's a village where there's no road.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.
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Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmer. There are many delicious foods to entertain guests in the harvest year.
There are many mountains and rivers, but no way is feasible. Suddenly, I saw a village with dense green willows and bright colors.
You play the flute, I play the drums and celebrate together. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the quaint ancient style remains.
Starting today, if I am allowed to wander in the moonlight, I, a white-haired old man, will also have fun in the dark and knock on Chai Men with a cane.
2. What ancient poems describe the tree-lined place?
1, "The Magpie Treads on the Ground, Six Songs Put All Your Eggs on the Green Tree"
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
2. "There are strange trees in the yard"
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
There are strange trees and gorgeous green leaves in the court.
Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy.
The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long.
This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then.
3. Xiangzi Tree Around the Village
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
Trees surround the village and water fills the pond. Wandering in the east wind, high-spirited. The small garden is full of spring. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white and cauliflower yellow.
Far away from the fence, there is a dark hall. Next to Qingqing and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally take the opportunity to flatten Donggang. Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy.
4, "ugly slave, who planted banana trees in front of the window"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Who planted banana trees in front of the window, the atrium is full of shade. The atrium is overcast. Leaves warm the heart, and the volume is relaxed and clear.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain. Drop by drop. Worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening.
5. Planting citrus trees in the northwest corner of Liuzhou City.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
200 oranges are planted artificially, and new leaves are spread all over the city in spring.
Fang Tongchu pitied Imperial Tree and didn't learn from Limu slave in Jingzhou.
How old are you? Who can pick out the real pearls?
If you wait until the day of the forest, you will taste as good as the old man.
3. Green trees surround the next sentence
Surrounded by green trees, the green hills are oblique.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged in Tang Dynasty
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.
Write a sentence or two on the invitation, "old friend" means it's not the first time to be a guest. Three or four sentences are famous sentences describing the scenery of mountain villages. Surrounded by green trees, the green hills are oblique, just like a faint ink painting. Write five or six sentences about the taste of mountain village life. Facing the garden in the yard, talking about crops with wine is kind and natural, full of life breath. At the end of the two sentences, let's get together on the Double Ninth Festival and write down the depth of friendship.
4. Poems describing mountain villages
So much, is it enough?
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
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.
Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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 the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie's The Wounded Family
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus 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.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
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.
Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen's "Burning Song"
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
5. Poems about villages
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II
There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5
Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden. -Wang Wei's seven pastoral poems (3)