Pastoral poem about harvest 1. What poems are there about rural harvest?
1. Affection (Part VI) Tang Libai
There are many bones and grasses. The grass is deep and thin.
Farmers are no different. Lonely ears are safe.
I am always afraid that I will be too long. Suddenly I will fly with Qiu Peng.
Birds are recommended to the ancestral temple. This is glorious for you.
2. "Xijiang Moonlight Walking Huangsha Road" Tang Libai
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 the stream bridge.
3. Su Xinshi Xugong Store Songyang Wan Li
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
4. Song Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Villagers' Residence"
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
5. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
2. Poems and ancient poems describing autumn pastoral.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Wang Wei's Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a corner of the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter? Ji Xiang Temple, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, misty mountains and clouds.
Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high? The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
New Sunny Wild (One Night) See the New Sunny Yuan Ye Open. Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.
There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.
In early spring, the purple plum blossoms and the yellow birds are still astringent. Who is Yang Liuzhi's daughter? Enjoy the spring, lest it rush by.
Love the clear waves, look at the water surface for the water, and see the shy but balanced flowers of human faces. Fans are afraid of the wind blowing away, and embroidered clothes are also afraid of wet dew.
The farmer lives in Qingmen, Chang 'an, and the carriage drives slowly at dusk. The man wandering outside, even more lovesick, went to see the stunning curtains with sad tears.
Miss you, you always enter the dream, and the delay makes me doubt. Swallows under the eaves of red tiles are sighing, in the nests of green grass and China and Japan.
Let's play a few songs of Meng Haoran's "The Empty House of Nancuiwei Temple". Meng Haoran's splendor ends in Li Nan, so it should shine after the rain. I was stunned by the long seclusion.
When you build a secluded room, you will know that silence is wonderful. Although Confucianism and Taoism are different, Yunlin is quite in tune.
Two hearts are happy, and before the game, they smile from ear to ear. When you sleep in a high window, you will see the mountains burning in the distance.
Remember the symbol Chicheng, and also remember the Cape of Forest. The wind spring has a clear voice, why Su Menxiao?
"If it is a homestay teacher, it will never be too big." Meng Haoran, now that the sun has set in the west, the valley behind the valley is blurred. The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place. Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
"Boating in the West" Meng Haoran, reflecting the scenery at sunset, fluttering lightly in the stream. Clarify what is in the water of love. If you are in the pot, what can you do?
Whitehead fisherman, Xinhua makeup artist. Look at each other like acquaintances, but you can't talk.
Meng Haoran, a "boating in Wuling", has a narrow road leading to Hualin in Wulingchuan. In the unpredictable source, the fairy family is convinced.
Water turns green, clouds turn green and cloudy. Sit and listen to idle apes, clear the dust outside.
Meng Haoran, a "pastoral work", is afraid of dust and noise, just to repair peace 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? China's pastoral poems have a long history, with many poets and different styles.
Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the pastoral school in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the landscape school in the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the pastoral school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The poet takes landscape and countryside as aesthetic objects, and throws delicate brushstrokes into quiet mountains and leisurely fields to create an idyllic life to express his dissatisfaction with reality and his yearning for a quiet and peaceful life.
Careful taste, these poems have more or less the same characteristics. First of all, they all showed great interest in mountains and rivers, gave incomparable attention to other poets and writers, and spared no expense in depicting the mountains, rivers, trees and grass of nature with strong colors.
For example, Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: 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.
After the first couplet of the poem explained the reason of the incident, the couplet was the natural scenery that the poet saw when he entered the village. The poet seems to have come to the common rural scenery within reach, but he can see his profound skill and careful tempering in the plain.
These two sentences not only accurately and vividly describe the dense green trees near the village, but also the sloping green hills outside the village, presenting us with a fresh and distinctive mountain village landscape painting; Moreover, the word "harmony" and the word "oblique" point out the appearance of the village outside the village surrounded by green trees and crossed by green mountains, as if the natural scenery is integrated with the people in the mountain village, full of deep affection, intimacy and appeal. The necklace was written into the scene where the host and guests were talking in the back of the house.
If the couplets depict the general environment of the whole village, the necklace depicts the small environment of an old friend's farmhouse: the threshing floor and vegetable garden are outside, and the dining table and farmhouse are inside, a strong family atmosphere is coming. Facing the typical farmhouse scenery outside the window and the rich farmhouse meals in the house, the poet felt happy inside; In addition, the host and guests know each other very well, and they have the same feelings and tastes. They frequently raised their glasses and drank, and talked loudly about Summer. How carefree and warm they are.
The tail couplet tells the promise of another day, and it has a long meaning. The human feelings and scenery in the poem are integrated into nature.
Secondly, the landscape, vegetation, flowers and birds described by the poet are not isolated, but constitute a harmonious whole and a picture full of life consciousness. Let's look at Du Fu's poems as a painting-"quatrains": beautiful scenery in the sunset and fragrant flowers and plants in the spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. At the beginning of the poem, I focused on the big picture and described the beautiful spring scenery around Huanhuaxi under the bright sunshine in early spring.
In the second sentence, the poet further shows the beautiful spring scenery with warm spring breeze, blooming flowers and lush grass. The poet chooses the most common and distinctive dynamic scenery in early spring to sketch.
In spring, the flowers bloom, the soil melts, the soil is wet, and the swallows that come from autumn to spring are busy flying around and building nests with the soil. The fourth sentence is to outline the static scenery.
Spring is warm and sunny. Yuanyang should also enjoy the warmth of spring and still sleep on the sandbar by the stream. Judging from the description of the scenery, this sentence contrasts with the third sentence, which is full of movement and sets each other off.
Three or four sentences depict flying swallows and sleeping mandarin ducks with meticulous brushwork, and with one or two sentences, a broad and bright scenery is outlined, which makes the whole picture harmonious and unified, forming a colorful, prosperous and aesthetic early spring scenery map, thus reflecting the poet's relaxed mood of temporarily enjoying a peaceful life after long-term turmoil and displacement, and his happy feelings about the vitality and prosperity of nature in early spring. Moreover, it is also.
3. Poems describing the bumper harvest in rural areas
The ears of wheat look in all directions in the field;
Thin figure swaying in the breeze,
Telling the vicissitudes of the years;
The cold wind can't blow away your endless thoughts,
The hot sun won't dry up your endless attachment.
Hard-working people have been expecting;
That drop of sweat,
Has been connected with your heart, hand in hand;
The air is filled with your intoxicating body fragrance,
Just looking at your golden color gives people endless reverie.
The tenderness of fingers touching your face ripples in the wind;
The joy of harvest took away yesterday's sadness.
The most beautiful scenery has been fixed in people's hearts.
4. Poetry describing the countryside
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
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's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
5. Poetry about the countryside
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. -April in rural Weng Juan.
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow. -Bai Juyi's Country Night
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
6. I need poems about autumn fields.
A poem falls silently.
Leaves in the golden sunshine
Start dancing like crazy
Invisible wind
Play the voice of nature
this is a
The season to purify life on earth.
a poem
But the dust settled like this.
Wind shadow movement
The fields are singing the silver autumn.
A string of ears of rice shook the beauty of autumn.
In the moonlight
I feel the eyes of a poet.
The back of late autumn
In the afterglow of the sunset
A lonely figure drifted away.
Is this a gift left by God on purpose?
lake
This walking life
Like a poem falling silently.
The unbearable lightness of life
The last poet
The sunny days are coming to an end.
Snowflakes affected by fallen leaves are coming.
The poet's resting place
A drop of birdsong fell from the withered forest.
I sat in the flowing time, savoring it.
The taste of life and death
And the rhythm of Haizi leaving without taking it with him.
Go into autumn
Enter autumn
Infinite poetry
Like golden wheat waves in rice fields
Let all the girls who harvest joy
Be the bride of my poetry
I can play guitar.
Drifting in the fields
Looking forward to the face of the city
I got stuck in the mud.
It's a selfish escape.
It's like stepping into a sacred palace
I can't hear a noise.
But poetry will not die.
Stop all growth
Villa and field are like happiness and joy.
sea
A song, a poem, a painting.
The most beautiful scenery
7. What poems describe the happy scene and rural customs of rural harvest?
A visit to Shanxi village describes the happy scene of rural harvest and the custom of rural scenery;
Don't laugh at the white farm wine, raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
A Journey to a Mountain Stream is a seven-character poem by Lu, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is one of the few outstanding works of Zhi.
The poem was written in 1 167 (the third year of Xiaozong Road in Southern Song Dynasty). Before that, Lu You was the chief judge of Longxing House. Because Tao strongly sponsored Zhang Jun's Northern Expedition, he was illegally accused by the capitulators of "testifying, drumming up right and wrong, and urging Zhang Jun to fight" and returned to his hometown. Of course, the poet is indignant. Compared with the murky officialdom, simple living in my hometown will naturally bring infinite comfort.