1. Poems about a free life
Poems about a free life 1. What are the ancient poems that reflect "the countryside is quiet and beautiful, and life is leisurely and comfortable"
"Passing an Old Friend's Village"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: 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.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
2. "April in the Countryside"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Weng Juan
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
3. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fan Chengda
Working in the fields by day and planting hemp 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 trees.
4. "Weichuan Tianjia"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
The slanting light shines on the village, 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.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings are showing off, silkworms are sleeping and mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe is hoeing and standing, and he meets each other and talks to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.
5. "Old Songs from the Wild"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji
The poor old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil.
At the end of the year, I hoe and plow beside the empty house, and I call my children to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat.
2. What are the ancient poems that describe the beauty and freedom of pastoral life? The more the better~~~
Landscape pastoral poetry originated from Xie Lingyun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty. Dai Wang Wei and Meng Haoran are representatives. Take a look at their poems.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Chiri's rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Five Poems by Tao Yuanming
One of them
He had no suitable rhymes, and his nature was to love hills and mountains. He fell into the net of dust by mistake, and was gone for thirty years. .
Birds in the wild are nostalgic for the old forest, and fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine thatched houses. Behind the shade of elms and willows Eaves, in front of Taoliuo Hall.
A distant village is surrounded by smoke in the ruins. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of mulberry trees.
The courtyard is dust-free and the room is empty. I have some spare time. After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
Part Two
There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, under the bushes, I have no thoughts about wine. .
At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing straw. We met without saying anything, but the mulberry trees were long.
The mulberry trees have been growing for a long time, and my soil has been vast. .I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the scattered grass will be scattered.
The third one
Plant beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of grass and the bean seedlings are sparse. In the morning, I will clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish is fulfilled.
The fourth step
A long trip to the mountains and rivers , enjoying the wilderness in the wild woods. Try taking your children and nephews to walk in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live in the past. There are remains of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees.
< p> I would like to ask the firewood collectors, how can these people be as good as the firewood collectors? The firewood collector told me that there will be no remnant after death.This sentence is true if you abandon the court and market for a lifetime. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will end in nothingness.< /p>
Fifth Five
Returning from regret alone, it is rugged and winding. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and when I encounter it, I wash my feet.
I pour my newly cooked wine, A pair of chickens attracts a close game. When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn trees replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.
3. Poems describing leisure< /p>
Poems describing leisure include:
1. "Gui Songshan Composition" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Qingchuan belt Changbo , carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. After a long journey, he came back and went into seclusion.
Translation:
The clear river water is surrounded by a piece of grass and trees, and driving a horse slowly and leisurely. The flowing water seems to be full of affection for me, and the birds in the evening return with me.
The desolate city leans against the ancient ferry, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the golden autumn mountains. At the foot of the distant and high Songshan Mountain, I spent my old age behind closed doors and rejected the secular world.
2. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
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.
There are pheasants and wheat seedlings, and silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.
Translation:
Everywhere in the village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys.
The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick and stick are waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house.
The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are thin.
The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other.
Why don’t I envy such comfort? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly.
3. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Drinking and Building a House in a Human Land"
Original text:
Building a house in a human environment without the noise of cars and horses.
How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Translation:
Living in the human world, but without the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.
Ask me why I can do this. As long as you are ambitious, you will naturally feel that the place you are in is secluded.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the Nanshan Mountain in the distance comes into view.
The atmosphere in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good. There are birds flying back with their companions.
This contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don’t know how to express it.
4. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Translation:
The empty mountains were bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night made people feel that it was early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks.
The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.
5. "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to the southern border of the mountains. Every time I go alone when I am happy, I know my victory in vain.
Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.
Translation:
In my middle age, I already had a good heart for Taoism, and in my later years I moved to the foot of Nanshan Mountain. When the mood strikes, I roam alone, and only I know what I enjoy.
Take a leisurely stroll to the end of the water, sit down and look up at the floating white clouds. Occasionally, I met an old man in the forest. He kept chatting and laughing and forgot about his return date.
6. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty
Original text:
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
Translation:
Beans are planted in the fields at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings. I get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed out weeds. At dusk, I carry the hoe back under the moonlight.
The narrow path is overgrown with vegetation, and in the evening dew wets my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet, I just hope I don't violate my intention to go into seclusion.
4. Sentences and paragraphs describing a free and unrestrained beautiful life
The following are 4 sample essays for reference: Sample 1: I long for a pair of wings. The phoenix in the myth has A pair of beautiful wings, they can fly freely and freely in the sky with those wings; children who are babbling and learning words have a pair of imaginative wings, and they have not yet entered the society to fantasize about the life around them; angels have a pair of wings of imagination. With their white feathered wings, they symbolize tranquility, peace and warmth.
I long for a pair of wings, a pair of wings that can fly like a bird; I long for a pair of wings, a pair of wings that I fantasized about when I was a child; I long for a pair of wings, a pair of wings that are as beautiful as an angel. Wings... The wings of birds are often broken by hunters' shotguns; the wings they imagined when they were children gradually shrink in real life; only the wings of angels are safely inserted into their bodies, but they live in a very distant paradise. . The wings of dreams were replaced by the sincere teachings of parents and teachers: high school entrance examination and college entrance examination are the only ways to achieve dreams.
The wings should be replaced with four legs like a turtle, crawling on the ground step by step. Who can tell me where my wings are? The high school entrance examination is like an invisible thread, holding me.
Like a kite that can never get rid of its string. After passing the high school entrance examination, you are faced with the college entrance examination; after passing the college entrance examination, you are faced with employment... Oh, it turns out that the string of this kite is life! Some people say that life is like a song, but I would say that life is like a kite string. It is the string of life that pulls us endlessly - the kite.
When one day the kite fell to the ground in pieces, but the thread was still tightly wrapped around it.
Some people say that if the kite string is broken, won’t the kite be able to fly freely? No, the string was broken, but there was always half of the broken string following the kite, so that it could never escape the shadow of being pulled by the string.
So I want to have a pair of wings, a pair of wings that can fly by myself without any external force. There is a pair of free, sunny and happy wings flying with me without any shadow.
When that day comes true, I will fly in the blue sky, and I will tell everyone loudly: I have a pair of wings, a pair of wings of my own! The grass longs for rain and dew, the flowers long for blooming, the eagle longs for the blue sky, the horse longs for galloping, the stream longs for the river and the sea, and I long for a pair of wings... Sample 2: I long for the freedom of a tight birdcage made of willow wood, an exquisite and lovely birdcage. Patterns, gold rims with circles of gorgeous lines, and well-equipped food bowls, sinks, toys, etc. in the cage. When you look at it, you may admire: "What an exquisite birdcage!" I live here In this birdcage, I am a canary. I am a canary in captivity.
I sing, and the melodious singing voice reveals the long sadness; I hum, and the gentle voice conveys the faint longing; I scream! The sharp voice sounded helpless and cold! The cage in my eyes gradually deformed, ah, is this my home? Vast sky, dense forest, clear river! I want to sing happily, in the embrace of nature, in the dream of freedom. I want to leave my footsteps on every leaf, carve my singing on every petal, and penetrate my heart on every white cloud.
I want to settle in this carefree, unfettered world. Every morning, wake up to the sun and play with your friends among the flowers and plants in the forest; every evening, welcome the bright moon and play with shadows under the soft moonlight! What a happy and fulfilling life! Spread my wings and fly to the forest... "Boom!" I hit the beautiful birdcage hard.
Hey, where is my sky? Where is my forest? Where is my river? Where is my freedom? I am still in the birdcage with a ferocious face. Outside the birdcage, several pairs of human eyes stared at me, as well as a pair of greedy eyes of a black cat with green light! Sing! Sing! Sing the song of your life! There is a voice calling in my heart.
Who is it? Is it freedom? Sing! Sing out your heart! Sing! Sing out the dreams in your heart! Sing! Sing the freedom in your heart! "Under the beautiful feathers/is a corrupted soul/the thoughts in the soul/never stop/exquisite birdcage/cannot control the flying mind/the freedom in the soul/who can understand..." "When The body no longer exists/the soul is intoxicated in freedom..." I want to fly! Be free! Breaking through the birdcage and throwing my body into the black cat's mouth, I could feel my flesh and blood being torn apart... The vast sky, the dense forest, the clear river! When the body no longer exists/the soul is intoxicated in freedom... Sample essay 3: I long for happiness. I hope that I can get countless happiness, and then send them to the depths of everyone's heart——————I don’t know when it started. , the joyful atmosphere on his face gradually faded. What he got in return was a sad face.
I don’t know why. Is it because I want to leave this land? I have never been so depressed. Everyone's laughter has become an incomparable pain in my heart. Even though I want to laugh, I can't do it no matter what. No one noticed this subtle change in me, and my mood always went up and down. I always felt a burst of loss when I was in the best mood, and a faint pain swam through my heart.
Although, I don’t want to do this myself. I sincerely hope that everyone around me can spend every day happily.
Leaving becomes a foregone conclusion, and it will be a matter of time. However, I can't let go.
Could it be that I am nostalgic for this land I once hated? Maybe! I've changed a lot here. Coming here from my hometown, I became cheerful and confident in myself. From then on, my life was full of laughter and joy.
It seems that the friends and classmates here have had a positive impact on me. It’s been almost two years, and an inseparable friendship must have developed between us! It's summer again.
We met that summer and became classmates and friends. We will be separated this summer. Is it possible that the joy will slip away from my life little by little?
I don’t have the strength to catch them either. I don’t know when joy will return to my life.
I hate my depression. In order to make the people around me happy, I must learn to be happy. Even if you leave, you can't block the optimistic and positive emotion of joy.
I tried to adjust my mentality and make myself happy. Another way of thinking - leaving is inevitable, so cherish the remaining limited time! right! Joy cannot be given up. In the remaining time, I will bless everyone and let everyone feel the presence of joy because of me. No matter where I am, whether I am in front of you or not, joy will be with you and me.
Happiness is an attitude towards life, don’t.