Su Shi
When is the bright moon,
I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in heaven,
What year is tonight?
I want to go home in the wind,
I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,
It's too cold at the top,
Dance to see the shadows,
What is it like?
Zhuge,
Low-level families,
Take a sleepless photo.
There should be no hatred,
What road is there to go?
People have joys and sorrows,
The moon is cloudy and sunny,
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
Wish people a long time,
Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan.
Elegant school)-slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing!
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!
Platanus acerifolia dripped and dripped at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
I am a prostrate prostitute, and I am in the glass in winter.
(Five Rhymes)-A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain
Wang Wan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Qiyun)-Spring Tour of Qiantang River
Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Five-element poem-thinking at night
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Four Poems-Random Thoughts on Reading
Chu Hsi
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Why is the water in the pond so clear? Come for the source of living water!
2. Pastoral cultural poems 1. "Dongpo" Song: Su Shi's rain washed Dongpo, the moonlight was clear, and the city people were exhausted.
Don't be too sure about the slope, but love the sound of your stick. Su Shi's poems describing the countryside are not as many as other categories, but Dongpo's poem is very interesting. Dongpo is Su Shi's statement. Dongpo here is actually just a place name. Because the poet lived here for a long time, he was named after it.
Second, "My retreat in Zhongnanshan" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei, my middle-aged heart found a way and came to live at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan is a classic in Wang Wei's pastoral poems. While writing about the countryside, he also placed his free and easy attitude towards life, which is most profoundly reflected in "I'm going to walk to the water to stop my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds in Ran Ran". Third, "Journey to the Country" Tang Dynasty: Du Muchun was halfway in the southwest, and Sang Rou passed the country pier.
Willow weeping in the wind, rain back to the pond. I sang the song of herding cattle, and I peeked at the girl in the skirt through the fence.
Semi-wet shirt, the owner feeds the chicken and millet. Fourth, "Tian She" Tang Dynasty: Dushe Qingjiang District, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.
The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy. The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.
The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams. 5. Pastoral Works in the Tang Dynasty: Although Meng Haoran was separated from the dust, he raised Tian Su first.
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.
I admire swans in the sky and compete for food. 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?
Sixth, "The fisherman comes at night" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's fisherman is at the mouth of the river, and the tide turns into firewood. The traveler wanted to stay, but the host didn't come back.
Shenzhu village is far away, and there are few fishing boats on the moon. Looking for the beach in the distance, the spring breeze moves the grass clothes.
Seven, "Stepping on the West Village on December 8" Song Dynasty: The twelfth lunar month of Lu You has been in spring, and I have passed my neighbor because of scattered policies. In the desert of Chai Men, there are many cattle trails and wild seashores.
The only thing many diseases need is medicine, and the poor objects are idle people. At present, Buddha porridge is more mutually beneficial, and it is more important to store things in Jiangcun.
Eight, "Passing the Old Village" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, 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.
Meng Haoran's Passing through the Old Village is a household name. After reading this poem, an idyllic scene arises spontaneously in my mind. He highlighted the farm life and the warm feelings of the people.
3. Five poems on rural civilization construction: 1, Longtan Village, Lv Qi
Wu
From a distance, the smoke in Pingchou stretches, surrounded by mountains, and the greenery is boundless.
The river is like a strong seedling, and the road is like a dragon horse.
Drought and flood ensure harvest, and industry and commerce synchronize to enrich Taoyuan.
Buildings are scattered like new towns, and then we can make a fortune.
Xijiangyuedazhai village
Wu
The green hills behind the village are faint, and the green water in front of the village is long. The fragrance of flowers is ten miles, and the rice wind is autumn. The setting sun shines on Hui Jin.
The road winds like a belt, and Lin Yincui builds a new building. Children learn to be quiet at school. Dance at dusk.
Seven Laws Revisiting Baima Lake
Wu
Visit Baima Lake again, and the sunset shines on the mountains.
Egrets in Pu Yin Bay play in the middle of the lake.
Fishermen crouch on the banks of willows, and pavilions are inlaid with pearls.
Sitting alone in the pine forest, the mountain reflects the water.
The countryside is full of new sights.
Yang Zhongcheng
It's not the trip to the country that surprises you.
The poor villages in the past are different, and thousands of families have lived in new houses.
Seven senses tailor Dazhai new countryside
Yang Zhongcheng
The mountains are surrounded by water and the willows are swaying, and the paintings in Dazhai are hidden.
This place is not inhabited by immortals, and the new countryside is better than heaven.
3. He Qian's antique spring outing in Dazhai Village.
Luo Zhong
Willow caresses the shore, and the balcony reflects the blue sky.
Clear water depends on duck play, and river wind is Ren Chunlian.
Looking at the beautiful scenery in the sky and swimming in the wild flowers in Dazhai.
The orchard by the river is fragrant and beautiful, but the meaning of drunkenness is not in the hometown.
Autumn Tour of Buyi Ancient Villages in Longxi
Luo Zhong
Traveling in Longxi is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the countryside is full of harvest.
A flock of geese are swimming in the water, and beautiful women are spinning ancient wooden buildings.
Indulge in wine and say that life is beautiful and tea is the best for the motherland.
Folk songs praise good days, and konoha is full of joy.
4. Poems describing rural people's culture were picked and sung.
the folk songs of the northern and southern dynasties
Silkworms are born in March and spring mulberry is full of green. Daughter picks spring mulberry and sings Haruka.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan.
Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirty years.
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Behind the elm trees in Liu Yin, in Luo tang qian, Li Tao.
Warm and distant people's villages, the smoke in the Yi market.
In the deep alley where dogs bark, chickens call mulberry trees jump.
The house is clean and messy, and the vacant rooms are more leisure.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Beans are planted at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I was busy with waste and filth. I took the lotus home.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
Clothing is not enough, but it is not against your wishes.
Guo Shan farmstead
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Don't worry about baking tea, but you like to bask in the sun.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Cut rice for singing.
Don du fu
Rice gets empty clouds and water, and Pingchuan faces Shimen. The cold wind scatters trees, and the rising sun scatters chickens and dolphins.
At the beginning of the wild cry, the woodcutter sang small out of the village when he heard the sound of war.
Ximing Temple Gong Wei Penchi Xinmi
Tang Tang Yan Qian
Laugh at planting rice in the south of the Yangtze River, and it rains after cicadas sing.
The lotus pond is moist and small, and the algae well is overcast and sparse.
When the land was requisitioned, the golden elephant was born in the world, and its roots were still in the paddy field.
There are also three Wu Si in Direct Supply, which will make you relive your fishing time in Los Angeles.
Officials looked around to make up for the rice border and returned to the water.
Don du fu
Dongtun is in the north of the Yangtze River, with a hundred hectares of flat land. There are many green rice in June, and thousands of green spring chaos.
Transplanting should be cloudy and irrigated. Even more servants go to Fangtang, and the canal will be broken.
Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought. The Lord kept asking his ministers and clearly saw his companions in the stream.
Sandy Joan Cui Yu, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Autumn black rice, fine chisel and white glaze. Jade grains are enough for cooking in the morning, and they are red and delicious.
After all, I added food to my trip, and my hardships were spectacular.
The farmer's father, Rushe.
Don
The east wind has arrived, and the Green Lake has gone up the mountain. Spring is early on the lake, and the family is not idle.
Where there are ditches and running water, there are flat places. Eat cows at dusk and close the door when you come back.
Agricultural family
Don Young is in people.
By midnight, the cows were gradually unable to walk when they were ploughing the fields.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka Valley was born by himself.
Peasant-style Wangqing
Tang Yongyuzhi
I heard that the west wind and rain were in Qin, so I asked the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd and look at the clouds in the wheat field.
Farmer's father
Tang Zhangbi
Transport and hoe? Long Mu has been full of happiness since the invasion of the stars.
I don't know where to leave my wife.
5. The asphalt road about civilized prose poetry is going.
Mountain roads and machines call for the progress of rural civilization. A group of country people, with shovels, set off along a muddy path, making the economic avenue go deep into the mountains.
Paver. The mountain road twists and turns, and sweat flows through the process of rural civilization. Vehicles, without the pace of life of the mountain people, move forward, and the sound of motor plays the horn of the mountain people towards a new era.
Trucks. Shuttle motorcycle. After half a century of travel-stained, we are moving towards a new socialist countryside with lightning speed.
Where the five-star red flag rises
Where the five-star red flag rises, the national anthem plays and the red scarf flutters with the wind. A group of children in the mountains are shining with ideals in their songs.
Where the five-star red flag rises, the tall building is the narrowest, which improves the curiosity of rural people. A pointer, placed on the window of civilization, hurts science and dreams.
Where the five-star red flag rises, the sound of books is loud, releasing young hope. A national flag, placed in front of the classroom, edifies the children and strives to be the pillar of the motherland.
That hillside has been converted from farmland to forest.
Return to the forest. The abandoned slope has been covered with trees. Birds, singing beautiful songs on the branches, ah! How fresh our life is.
Return to the forest. The barren slope is green and has become a beautiful scenery. Fruits show a new harvest in the branches, and the economic benefits increase several times.
Return to the forest. The barren slope is no longer worried that the rain will take away the last nutrients. Trees are firmly rooted in the land and defend the beautiful charm of nature.
The building under construction.
The building being pulled out, along the township road, builds small towns in the mountains. Two, three and four floors, the narrowest tree constitutes a new landscape.
Buildings rising from the ground, along the east wind, took rural people out of the fate of being suppressed by mud houses for half a century. One family, two families and three families enjoy the good luck of village and town construction.
High-rise buildings with clean windows and clean houses present a new atmosphere in the countryside. New bricks, new tiles and new features record the progress of rural civilization.
Herds of cattle and sheep
The whip fell. Groups of cattle and sheep walked out of the general direction of rural breeding in the vast mountains. How many beautiful sorrows are there in that mountain, that water, that grassland and the girls who graze?
Pastoral music echoed. Cattle and sheep walked along the narrow path to the loess slope, where the grass on the mountain began to grow violently. On that day, that river, that touch of sunset, how many good times of herding sheep were bleak?
Grazing time. Bailing's ditty makes the shepherd boy happy, and the color of grass embraces the fresh time in the mountains. Sunset, sunset glow, how many windy hours have gathered.
In rural areas, herds of cattle and sheep are an ancient fashion, which will not last for decades.
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6. Write a sentence reflecting the harmonious life in rural areas with ancient poems. Building a house is in a human environment, but there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. -Tao Yuanming
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. -Tao Yuanming
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. Cover the door during the day, thinking about wine. When there are many people in the market, grass grows all over it. 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. -Tao Yuanming
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. -Zhang
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. -Li Bai
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. Good years must be remembered, it is orange. -Su Shi
Goose, goose, goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. -Wang
Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees and picks them to sell wine. -Tang Yin
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and laid gardenias in the atrium. -Wang Jian
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou. -Xin Qiji
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. -Liu Changqing
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. 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. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. -Lu you