Last but not least, on September 8th, Don Juan Chao was in Qiu Lai. When I blossomed, all the flowers were killed. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemums were planted in Huang Chao in the Tang Dynasty, and the wind was rustling in the west, but it was hard to find cold-scented butterflies. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Painting chrysanthemums in Song Dynasty, Zheng Sixiao's flowers don't mix with flowers, so it's interesting to hedge independently. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
Praise the lime, and it is tempered, and there is nothing to burn when you are idle. Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Banqiao, Zheng Qing, Zhu Yong insists that Qingshan does not relax, and its roots are originally in broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Modern and contemporary Lu Xun's self-titled portrait of Lingtai, there is no way to escape the arrow, and the storm is like a gloomy home. I sent a message to Han Xing, and I want to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
Returning home, living in the wilderness of Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, there are few people in poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds. 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.
Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains. 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. 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.
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.
Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky. Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.
Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet. It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.
Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day. The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame.
Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at 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. This is a question of going to the countryside. Don Wang Weiping lives on Qi's water, and there are no mountains to the east.
The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. Autumn rain in the countryside is Tang Geng's business. In the desert, there are heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rustling rain hangs down.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 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. Silent night thinking of Tang Li Bai's bright line at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
2. Poems describing pastoral scenery
1, the clear river flows through its 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.
2, the legacy of the old country is there, and you want to swim old when you board the ship. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
3. The evening sky is beautiful and the spring breeze is fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
4, there are few people in the wild, and there are few poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complicated market music, pull weeds. 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.
5, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
6. I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
7. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your 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. Good words, sentences and poems in the countryside The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade plate, endless and breathtaking.
The endless plain stretches under the sky, without hills, as calm as the sea on a calm day.
The intermittent rain, like a wisp of hazy smoke, covered the Huaihe River Plain stretching for thousands of miles.
The climate on the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's calm and motionless.
Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail and fleeting.
There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful!
On the endless prairie, the breeze carries the fragrance of the soil and blows a large area of crops like ripples.
Night hangs over the grassland, a full moon shines from the fish-scale cloud gap, and the grassland is filled with hazy moonlight, rising like a faint silver fog.
How the grassland looks like the sea! Only quieter than the sea; How the grassland is like a picture without a frame, so vast that you can't see the edge.
From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that these are all sheep in the pasture, born in vain, fat and lovely, which makes the grassland more vibrant.
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On the grassland in summer, the air in the morning is particularly fresh, so I pestered my father to take a walk on the grassland. The faint scent of grass came to my face, and the bright red sunrise rose from Ran Ran, Ran Ran on the horizon, plating the vast grassland with a layer of gold. Dewdrops on the grass, like pearls embedded in jade, shine with colorful brilliance. I saw many unknown flowers on the grassland, including pink, white, yellow or blue, which made the grassland very beautiful. Lively birds are chirping and jumping on the grass.
Ah, this grass is too big to see at a glance, just like a big green carpet. Green flashing weeds are swaying in the breeze, mixed with clusters of small wild flowers. Xiaoxing told me that carnation is white, lily is crimson, Malan is dark pink, bell is light blue, dandelion is golden ... From a distance, it looks like a flower pattern embroidered on a green carpet. In spring, the ice and snow melt and everything recovers.
Spring breeze eats grass in the blue sky. The spring rain is light, the grass sprouts and the earth is green. White mushroom-shaped yurts are dotted on the carpet-like grassland, which is particularly eye-catching. The beautiful song of the shepherdess echoed on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep fell to the ground like white clouds in the sky. What a picturesque scene!
The fields are lying in the bright sunshine, just after the autumn harvest, dotted with round straw piles everywhere. Yellow and black cows are scattered around eating grass leisurely. In some places, there are green plants, like green carpets. The stream winds through in the sun, like a bright glass ribbon.
On the west bank of Huluba, there is a sunny highland, and the best crops in the dam grow in dark brown soft soil. The wheat fields arranged in a phalanx are in the jointing stage, lush, strong and vigorous.
If you sit on the plane and have a bird's eye view, the scenery here is extremely spectacular and beautiful. Green, lush and dark green forest belts divide the yellow fertile soil neatly like a chessboard. With the change of seasons and the alternate maturity of crops, the fields change colors like flashing gems.
You see, thousands of canals, like ribbons, divide the endless fields into checkerboard squares. How well sorghum grows! The stems are tall, the leaves are big, the ears are fat and big. Looking from a height, a red ocean is more dazzling in the sun, and the dense bright red ears tremble with the wind, just like the undulating sea. Heavy rice is like a string of golden pearls. One by one, the cotton cracked and blossomed, and the crimson cotton leaves fell by half. The autumn wind scattered the dense cotton buds. From a distance, they really look like a silver snowfield and white pearls. Next to the field is a maple forest, like a huge red carpet on the ground, bright red in color. Maple trees are tall and straight, and when the autumn wind blows, the leaves make a rushing sound, as if clapping to welcome us! You see, that chrysanthemum, how warm and lush, yellow, red, white and purple, one after another, clusters, facing the autumn wind, covered with frost, competing with each other, smelling fragrant, blooming everywhere, has become a colorful world.
The plain is vast, and the endless yellow sand extends to the horizon. The plain is vast and silent, and only the same sunshine is steaming every day, which makes the yellow sand on the ground anxious. There is no wind, no sound, and the yellow sand is stuffy and bitter, which makes people dizzy.
What is even more intoxicating is the beautiful prairie. In March, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, my friend! If you come to us, I think you will be fascinated by the beautiful prairie. The grass that just turned green slipped out of its head, and the stiff land became as soft as a carpet. Herdsmen are herding cattle, sheep and horses to graze on this grassland. When the horse saw this vast grassland, it immediately ran away and rolled on the grassland. There is a kind of grass called cattail everywhere on the grassland. Its leaves are a bit like willow leaves, but they are longer than willow leaves.
4. The pastoral excitement of the four seasons (1) Plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
The countryside is full of excitement in all seasons. (2) Farming in the field during the day and being numb at night, the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Pass by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your 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.
Traveling in Shanxi village, Song Luyou doesn't laugh at farm wine, and you can raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
5. Don't write poetry 1. Smoke billowed over the village, like a girl in a white gauze dancing in the sunset, graceful.
Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.
The mountains in the south are tall and lush. Precious white pine, like Korean pine, is lush, tall and handsome, and will last forever.
4. In rural areas, it is more common to be coated with lung juice, accompanied by vegetables that forget the season, and under the moisture of rain, raise a tender face and start singing green. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters. . .
5. Stroll along the country road, see pieces of cauliflower, pear flower and peach blossom, experience the simplicity and nature of the country, have a cup of green tea and a cool one. The countryside in March is a unique picture.
The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields, and in the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!
6. The ancient windmill, with leaves like open wings, turns against the wind, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!
7. A pair of colorful, exquisite and gorgeous wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! And gorgeous tulips that captivate countless lovers ...
8. In the season of tulip fragrance, charming girls' smiles are as fragrant as flowers. ...
9. The tulip fields are booming, the fragrance bursts, and the windmill turns leisurely! Is this a dream?
10. In the orchard, persimmons are yellow, like yellow lanterns. Immature oranges are green and dripping, swinging around the branches!
6. Pastoral scenery is a good word and sentence, not a poem page.
Good words, sentences and paragraphs about rural scenery
Good words:
The sun is shining and the spring is shining.
burst with vitality
Spring is in the air
Men plow and women weave.
Wotu Li Qian
Staggered buildings
Smoke spiraled up from the kitchen chimney.
intensive cultivation
Winding and circling
Bamboo and wood are lush.
Lush grass
Wheat waves roll
Surrounded by green hills
Like stars in the sky or chess pieces on a chessboard.
lie at the foot of a mountain and beside a river
Picturesque
Located at the foot of the mountain and by the river.
Life is quiet.
A narrow winding path
Niufeima village
Clear water and lush mountains
Tree height and forest density
overgrown/choked/rank with weeds
Vast territory, but sparsely populated.
Lush green grass
Flowers are competing to bloom
Good sentences:
1
Smoke rises over the village, like a girl dancing in a white gauze.
Graceful in the sunset.
2
Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted new buds.
The whole mulberry field is an endless ocean.
three
The mountains in the south are tall and lush. Precious white pine and Korean pine are the same, piece by piece, gloomy.
Lush, handsome and tall, evergreen all the year round.
four
In the countryside, there are even vegetables that forget the season. Under the moisture of rain, their faces are tender and green.
Sing with oil.
Even through the fence,
I can also hear their cheers,
Cluster,
Cluster.
five
Stroll through the country road, see pieces of cauliflower, pear flower and peach blossom, and experience the simplicity of the country.
Nature, a cup of tea, a light, the countryside in March is a unique picture.
Rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around endless green fields.
A building in the distance
A small house with simple and harmonious colors and beautiful pastoral scenery!
six
Walking through the ancient windmills, their leaves are like open wings, turning against the wind and interacting with the green grass.
Wildflowers constitute a unique landscape, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!
seven
A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! Hehuanghui
Tulips fall for countless lovers.
……
eight
In the season of tulip fragrance, a charming girl's smile is as fragrant as flowers.
……
nine
Tulip flower fields are booming, fragrant and windmills are turning leisurely! Is this a dream?
10
Persimmons are yellow in the orchard, like yellow lanterns. Immature oranges are green, indeed.
Swing on the branches!
Sentences describing rural scenery
1
The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade plate.
The vastness is breathtaking.
2
A continuous plain stretches under the sky without hills, just like in a calm day.
As calm as the sea.
three
The intermittent rain, like a wisp of hazy smoke, covered the Huaihe River Plain stretching for thousands of miles.
four
The climate on the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes there is wind, sometimes there is no wind.
Still.
five
Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail and fleeting.
7. I want to know some poems about the countryside. Chai Lu of Wang Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. The sun enters a forest and shines on me from the green moss. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: Hibiscus flowers are at the bottom of the wood, red calyx is on the mountain, and no one is there. Wang Wei's Autumn Mountain: after the rain, the mountains are empty, and the autumn night stands. There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. When you're here, oh, a friend's prince? . Wang Wei birdsong creek: people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon rises, birds will sing in the spring stream. Wei Shui Farmhouse by Wang Wei: When the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path. An old man is shut in the door of a thatched cottage, leaning on a stick and thinking about his son. Where is the shepherd boy? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Tian Fu meets the hoe. In other words, I envy leisure and am disappointed. Wang Jian's Tian Jiaxing: Under the eaves, I was hoarse. Wild silkworms don't take cocoons, and autumn moths are born among leaves. Wheat is harvested, silk is on the shaft, and knowledge is lost. I don't expect the entrance, and I don't want to sell the yellow calf to the city. The family has no food and clothing, and I am happy to see the county gate! Zhang Ji's wild old song: the old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Most of the seedlings are not allowed to eat, and when they enter the official warehouse, they become dirt. At the end of the year, they hoed the plow beside the empty room and shouted for acorns when climbing the mountain. The Xijiang River is full of pearls, and the dog owners on board eat meat. Nie's "Mourning the Dead": selling new silk in February and planting new grain in May. It cured the pain in the eyes. The thunder startled you. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When he comes back, he often takes a sip of water from Xixi. Hunger is not painful, but he is happy. There is no accommodation in the warehouse, and the corvee hasn't. If he is ashamed of not cultivating, Lu will eat out. Du Xunhe, you should also try your best to avoid being recruited. Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and the apricot trees are white. With an axe, you can cut down the distant poplars and hoe the spring veins. Back to the old nest, the old people look at the new calendar. When in danger, I was disappointed and traveled far. Meng Haoran's Crossing the Old Village: In the snow in Dongting, Xiaoxiang, the fisherman's net is frozen, and Mo Yan shoots geese and sings sangbow. Last year, rice was very expensive for the army, but this year, rice is very cheap, which hurts farmers. High motorcycle officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so you should kill Nan for nothing. I heard that men and women are killed everywhere, and kindness and love are rented .. When will the sadness of this song end? Song of Wen Shao: Get up and see Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain field. The reddish dusk will go out and the short flame will be reconnected. The difference will be attributed to the rocks, and Ran Ran's Lingqing wall will be exhausted with the return air. Neighbors can talk and lean on it. Saying Chu is more vulgar, burning her will be Zaotian. Bean sprouts and insects will promote it and the fence will be closed. Jujube, white grass blowing fire, waist sickle reflecting rattan. The wind drives away the smoke of mistletoe leaves, and mistletoe trees are connected with mountains. Stars fall from the sky and flying embers fall from the steps. Mother crow groaned on her back, cursing her longevity. Who knows that the lush appearance is an official tax. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I): Plum, apricot, fat and wheat.