Ancient poems describing rural scenery

Returning to the countryside

Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties

There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.

Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields

Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties

There is no vulgar charm, and his nature is to love mountains and hills. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.

The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.

The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. There are elms and willows behind the starlings, and peaches and plums in front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

Tian Yuan Yan Hua

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Jia Yi was relegated in three years, and his class exceeded ten thousand miles.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream.

Pastoral Works

Tang Meng Haoran

The poor house is isolated from the dust and noise, but we must first cultivate tranquility. There are three paths nearby, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits.

I have been promoted to other places in Guangdong, but I have not met him in my thirties. It's getting late when I write and write swords, and it's already dusk in Qiuyuan.

When you wake up in the morning, you will have many thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you will often have few thoughts. The birdies are envious of the sky, and the chickens and ducks are ashamed of each other as they compete for food.

Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, you can sing and work on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?

Pastoral Works in Spring

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The spring doves sing on the house, and the apricot blossoms on the edge of the village are white. Holding an ax to cut the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.

Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.

The pastoral scene on Qi

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Living on the water in Qi, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well.

The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him. What's the matter with those who are still? Jing Fei takes advantage of the day to shut down.

The pastoral scene in the mid-autumn rain

Tang Gengmao

The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping. The ancient road is flooded by Lin, and the barren hills are filled with accumulation of days.

When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook. The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches.

In the evening, new woodcutters are wet, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved. Last year's chrysanthemums were left empty, and the flowers bloomed on the east fence.

Pastoral miscellany in four seasons

Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and cabbage flowers are sparse.

No one passes the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Pastoral miscellany in four seasons

Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty

There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

The little boy, in a boat like a leaf, made a duck formation alone and returned home.

Four Seasons of Pastoral Excitement

Song Dynasty Fan Chengda

The mud mirror of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.

There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

Four Seasons of Pastoral Excitement

Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty

Working in the fields during the day and working on hemp crops at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs.

The children and grandchildren have not yet been raised to farm and weave, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

Four Seasons Pastoral Excitement (1)

Plums are golden and apricots are fat,

Wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day,

Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Four Seasons of Pastoral Excitement (2)

Working in the fields during the day and working on hemp crops at night,

Every child in the village is in charge of his own family.

The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving.

They also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

Passing through my old friend’s village

Meng Haoran

My old friend brought chicken and millet,

invited me to Tian’s house.

Lvshu Village is close to the edge,

Qingshan Guo is sloping outside.

Open the Xuan noodle garden,

Wine and talk about Sangma.

On the Double Ninth Festival,

I’ll still have chrysanthemums.

Visiting Shanxi Village

[Song Dynasty] Lu You

Moxiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy,

In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.

There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.

Qingpingle·Village

Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is very charming when you are drunk.

Whose old lady is gray-haired?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the creek,

The middle son is weaving a chicken coop;

The most fond of children is scoundrels,

Ambition Wang Ji

Looking at the dusk of Donggao, where can I rely on?

The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset.

Herdsmen drive calves back, hunting horses return with poultry.

We look at each other but have no acquaintance, and we sing and pick up the flowers for a long time.

Song of Returning to Lumen at Night

Meng Haoran

The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.

The people followed the beach to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.

The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.

The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.

Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are dormant and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other.

This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

Ambition Wang Ji

Donggao looks forward to the sunset, where can I rely on?

The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset.

Herdsmen drive calves back, hunting horses return with poultry.

We look at each other but have no acquaintance, and we sing and pick up the flowers for a long time.

April in the Countryside

(Tang Dynasty) Weng Juan

The green hills are full of white rivers,

The rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

They are planting sericulture and planting fields.

The fisherman Zhang Zhihe (Tang Dynasty)

Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain,

Peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

Green Ruo Li, green coir raincoat,

The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.