Beautiful rural fields and fresh air make people feel relaxed and happy. So what are some ancient poems that describe rural scenery? You may wish to take a look at the ancient poems describing rural scenery that I recommend. I hope it will be helpful to you!
Yuguoshan Village
Wang Jian
There are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The woman and the aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms, and they were busy with the gardenias in the courtyard.
Dongxi
Mei Yaochen
When I went to Dongxi to look at the water, I sat on the isolated island and the boat was late. The wild ducks are resting on the shore, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches.
The short bulrushes look like shears, keeping the flat sand and gravel in a sieve. Although the love is not tired, I can't live in it. When I come back in the evening, the carriage and horse are tired.
Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi
Wang Wei
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. After returning home, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Jiangcun
Du Fu
The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet. The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.
The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make fishing hooks. But if an old friend offers Lumi, what else can I ask for in addition to a small body?
Water Fairy. Ode to the South of the Yangtze River
Zhang Yanghao
The smoke and water of a river illuminate the Qinglan, both sides of the river People connect painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I watch the sand gulls dance again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the bead curtain ten miles away. The painting boat is approaching the horizon, the wine flag is out of the wind, and I love killing Jiangnan.
Living in seclusion in early summer
Lu You
The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, where the wild paths are sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows. When the water is full, I sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom. Sighing, old friends come and go, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
Chuzhou West Stream
Wei Yingwu
The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang Zuo
Wang Wei
The fireworks in the forest are late in the rain, and the cooking rice is steaming. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.
In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and the dew sunflowers fold in the Qingzhai of Panasonic. The old man is fighting for a seat with others, but the seagull is even more suspicious.
Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple
Du Mu
After the rain, the cicadas made a noise, and the pine and osmanthus trees drifted in the autumn. The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building. Who knew that Zhuxi Road, Gechui, was Yangzhou.
The ancient poem "Sea Water" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty describes the scenery of mountains and rivers.
If the sea water is vast, how can Deng Lin have no branches? When the storm blows, fish and birds cannot rely on it.
The sea is full of waves and the wind is blowing. Are there no fish and birds, all different in size?
There are whales that swallow boats in the sea, and there are pengs that hang down from the sky. If the scales and feathers are not large, it would be impossible to swing thin.
My scales do not measure up to an inch, and my feathers do not measure up to a ruler. A tree has residual shade, a spring has residual lake.
I will leave the sea and wash my scales in the cold pool. I will leave Deng Lin and brush my feathers on the cage branches.
The sea water is not the vastness of love, and Deng Lin is not the love branch. Troubles are common, and it is not suitable for fish with scales.
My scales are already big and my feathers are repaired. There is no pain in the storm, and you can still swim like a whale.
"Spring Water"
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of factions are fighting for the rain, but when it comes late, the spring is still and meandering.
The light gulls are scattered around the country of Fuchai, and the distant trees are slightly different from the Xia Yu Temple.
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine,
The green bank is gradually flattened with willow ribbons, and the old stream should be warm and bear the silk of shield.
Whose son is the servant girl leaning on? She is worried about where the mandarin ducks are looking.
"The Confluence of the Four Rivers"
Li Pei of the Tang Dynasty
Yu carved mountains and rivers to connect the four rivers. After returning to Fengque, we met and left Huangzhou.
The shadow of the sky is long and the sound is cold. There is no day or night when entering the river, and there is humility when returning to the sea.
It is better to throw stones along the way, and you can carry a boat when the time comes. The envy of the fish is still there, approaching the water and wanting to hang the hook.
Ambition
It was a cold autumn day in the clear bay, with countless peaks far and near.
I went up the mountain to see the wild water, and suddenly I saw green mountains under the water.
On the River
Wang Shizhen
How about the end of Wutouchu? The misty rainy autumn is deep and dark with white waves.
Taking advantage of the cold wave to cross the river in the evening, there were many sounds of geese with yellow leaves in the forest.
Wanglu Mountain Waterfall
Li Bai
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in Rizhao,
Looking at the waterfall from the Kakeqian River in the distance.
The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet,
It was suspected that the Milky Way was falling from the sky.
"Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran
When you sleep in spring and don't learn to wake up, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
"Birdsong Stream" Wang Wei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
"Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People deep in the forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
"Staying on the Jiande River" Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, a classic nostalgic old song from the 1990s. At dusk, guests worry about the new.
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
"In the Mountain" Wang Wei
White rocks emerge from Jingxi, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
"Mountain Residence in Autumn" Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream.
The bamboo noise returned to Huan Nu, and the lotus moved off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"Visiting an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.