The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
Shu ting in early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Autumn flute
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
2. Five Yuan poems.
one
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. 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.
Secondly,
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. 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.
third
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.
Fourth.
Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment. 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.
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock. 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.
3. Adapted from the poems belonging to the garden house into a prose house, one is indirect, and the other is connected with one another, covering an area of more than ten acres. There are seven or eight humble huts bathed in the golden morning light. Although it lacks the excitement and prosperity of the town, it has a rare tranquility and simplicity.
Many trees have been planted on both sides of the village road and in front of and behind the house. Lush branches sway in the wind, like a girl dancing between villages. In layers of under the greenwood tree, several children are playing cricket with great interest. Even if five generations live under one roof, there is no dispute at all. Instead, there is a lot of laughter and warmth.
Unconsciously, the setting sun slowly sets in the west, and the rural scenery becomes blurred. Plumes of kitchen smoke filled the country sky and were reflected into golden yellow by the afterglow of the sunset; The farmer who worked in the field all day went home humming a song with a hoe. As night falls, the countryside is brightly lit.
I don't know whose dog barks in the alley, and the night is quieter;
I don't know whose chicken is crowing in the treetops. It's already dawn.
So, a new day began again. ...
4. Poetry about campus labor 1, weeding
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Step 2 go back to the garden
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. 3. Don't buy Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is another poor woman with her son in her arms. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. Zhang Yu, a silkworm girl, entered the city yesterday and returned with tears in her eyes. All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. Benjamin Li Shen.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. 6, "Selling Charcoal Weng" Bai Juyi sells Charcoal Weng, reducing salary and burning charcoal Nanshan.
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His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace. A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
7. Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
8. The morning star is deserted. Daiyuehe cupboard
9. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
10, the summer is steaming, the soil is rustic, and the back is burning.
1 1. Embroidered colored thread blowing six flying ashes 12 The Book of Songs.
"Kan Kan cutting ebony, jian river dry, clear and ripple. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county in Hu Zhaner's court? He is a gentleman, not a vegetarian! "
5. Rewrite Guiyuan Tianju (Part III) into a poem, which rhymes with the existence of building a house in the human environment.
There is no noise of horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do,
The heart is far from being self-centered.
Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums,
See Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better every day,
Birds live in harmony.
There is a real meaning in this,
I forgot what I wanted to say.
Tao Yuanming, a poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, said goodbye to Peng after his seclusion. By describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside, the poet showed his leisurely life and detached state of mind.
The language of this poem is plain and simple, but it does not lose its charm. It is natural and thought-provoking to write a refreshing realm in everyday language without exaggeration. The phrase "a natural language is always new, and it is extravagant to see the truth" fully expresses the language characteristics of this poem.
Take scenery as the source of poetry, emotion as the edge of poetry, and reason as the end of poetry. The "mind" and "land" in the first four sentences are the relationship between subjective spirit and objective environment. As long as you are "ambitious", you will not be disturbed by secular noise anywhere. You, while picking chrysanthemums, enjoy the mountains, and people and scenery are integrated. The mountain air in the evening and the returning birds make up a beautiful scenery. It contains the true meaning of life, which cannot be expressed in words. The unity of things and me means infinity.
The whole poem is fresh and natural, without any affectation, and writes the poet's feelings of contentment and contentment. If it weren't for his extraordinary personality and clear understanding of life, how could he have such a vast poem? People who have desires have desires. People should do whatever it takes to be different; Man's desire is infinite, but his desire is limited. At what age you live, you have what kind of desires. Without desire, there is no hope. But people want to create it because of life. Different people have different desires, and different desires make different people. Desire must be right, and desire must have fruit. How about life, it is important to have desire. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, we should grasp it separately. There are too many arrogant desires. It's hard to fill the valley, don't fall in! Country night
Pretend to be relaxed
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
I went to the front door alone and looked out at the field. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat field, and the buckwheat flowers were like a dazzling snowflake.
"Frost weeds are in a hurry, and there are no people in the south of the village." The two sentences are handy, the atmosphere is elegant and sad, giving people a sense of loneliness and depression, reflecting the poet's lonely feelings from the side, full of feelings in the scenery, rather than direct lyric. The lonely poet "watching Noda before going out alone" seems to be trying to relieve boredom. "When is the bright moon, and the wheat flowers are like snow", the scenery is light and bright, and the poet's mood is bound to be satisfied immediately. .
The scenery, tone and atmosphere before and after the whole poem are different, forming a sharp contrast. The poet skillfully reflects the subtle changes in the poet's mood with the help of the changes in the color of the scenery. The conversion is flexible, seamless, unpretentious and natural.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
Wang Wei
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows day by day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
This is a perfect combination of poetry, painting and music. The first couplet and the neck couplet depict the late autumn twilight of the landscape near Wangchuan, and form a harmonious and quiet landscape painting with cold mountains, autumn waters, sunset, solitary smoke and other scenery with seasonal and time characteristics.
However, this kind of landscape is not a purely isolated objective existence, but in the eyes of the painter who is painting, a scene and an object are subjectively filtered by the poet and brought with emotional color. Zhuan Xu and William wrote about poets and two hermits, Pei Di. Outside Chai Men, leaning on the breeze, listening to cicadas singing in the cold mountain spring at night, watching the sunset on the ferry and the solitary smoke in the market, enjoying the beautiful scenery, meeting good friends and enjoying the leisure of Wangchuan. As for this! Scenery figures, written alternately, set each other off and become interesting, forming an artistic realm of integration of things and me and blending scenes, expressing the poet's joy of seclusion and true friendship with friends.
The second kind (scenery) birdsong creek
Wang Wei
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 likes to create a peaceful artistic conception in his landscape poems, and so does this poem. In the mountains of spring, everything is intoxicated with the color and tranquility of the night. Therefore, when the moon rises, it brings bright Yin Hui to this empty valley shrouded in darkness, which surprises the mountain birds.
Wake up and chirp in the mountain stream. "The wild forest of cicadas is quieter and Tonggong Mountain is quieter." This poem depicts the moving scenery of flowers falling on the moon and birds singing, which not only makes the poem look full of vitality, but also shows the tranquility of spring water through sports. Liu Changqing's "Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow": "The setting sun is far away, cold and white. Chai Men smells dogs barking and returns to people in the snowy night. " This poem depicts a picture of a tourist staying in a cold mountain overnight and a snowman returning home with extremely concise brushstrokes. Each poem constitutes an independent picture with few strokes, but the image is vividly portrayed, with paintings in the poem and feelings outside the painting. Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside": "The flowers in Huang Si's family are full of diameter, and the flowers are low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " This poem is based on form, sound.
It depicts the riverside spring scenery in a very subtle way, supplemented by quantifiers, reduplicated words and onomatopoeic words, with rich colors and noisy sounds, which renders the interest of spring.