Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty
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 yearns for rural life. When he finally lived in the country, everything was so leisurely. He planted beans in Nanshan. He goes to work in the fields every morning and doesn't come back until evening. The weeds on the roadside are too long, and the dew has wet my clothes, but what does it matter? I like this kind of life in my heart, that's enough.
What a leisurely and lovely rural life!
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (2)
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
This is early summer, plum yellow, apricot fat, wheat ash, cauliflower sparse. This village is very rich. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
Just thinking about this scene makes me feel peaceful and beautiful.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Don
Sunset shines on the market, and 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 sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
It's summer again, and the sunset shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep go home. The old man waited for the herding children to come back on crutches. When the wheat seedlings spit out and the mulberry leaves are sparse, the farmers come back with hoes, say hello to each other when they meet, and their words are reluctant to part. What a quiet and harmonious scene, what a lovely and leisurely life.
Wang Wei envies such a life. He said that such a leisurely and comfortable life is not enviable. He couldn't help singing the song "Decline".
Passing through the village of the old man
Tang Meng Hao ran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable 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.
This poem is about how the poet was invited to visit an old friend's house in the country. In the simple and natural pastoral scenery, the host and guest drank a toast at home, talking and laughing happily, expressing the sincere friendship between the poet and his friends.
At first glance, this poem seems as plain as water. Deliberate, like an idyllic Chinese painting, perfectly blends scenery, events and feelings, and has a strong artistic appeal.
Rain in the mountain village
Tangwangjian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
There is a crow in the rain, and one or two families are vaguely in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law called to each other to choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone. The whole poem depicts a fresh and beautiful picture of busy farming in a mountain village.
Shanghai Ma Jian
Dondum
The sea of clouds is blue all around, and there are more than ten weeping willows.
Pheasants flying deer are far away from the grass, and Niuxiang is full of chickens in spring.
Xiumei's father is drinking and Xixiu's daughter is drinking wild flowers.
I looked at the dust meter myself and was disappointed with the fine sand by the stream.
Long Yunshan Lan rises and the fields are filled. There are dozens of families under the gentle weeping willows. The golden pheasant deer jumped over the grassland, and the chickens in the village lane were bathed in sunshine. Leisure elders are drinking wine, and delicate girls are wearing wild flowers. I feel tired by boat and train, and I am sad on the fine sand by the stream.
Quiet mountain villages, leisurely elders and beautiful mountain village women all live a leisurely life, just like a paradise.
Partridge sky, a theater-themed cabin
Song Xin qi Ji
Chickens and ducks flock together and don't close the door at night. Sang Ma grows more than the roof.
I don't care about anything, I envy rural life very much; Don't eat anything, just eat.
The new willow and the old sandbar flowed last year to combat the flow.
People say that the children in this place are not married to others, but to the Zhou family.
When Xin Qiji lived in Shangrao, he saw the local customs and sincerely envied this rural life, so he wrote this word. Between the lines are yearning and admiration for rural life.
Chickens and ducks don't lock up at night, and Sang Ma grows outside the roof. I don't care about anything, I envy the life in the countryside; Nothing, just eating.
Newborn willow, an ancient sandbar, where streams flowed last year. People say that the children here are either married to Yoga Yu or to Zhou Jia.
Xinku
Song xuji
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low.
Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
This is a fresh and lively pastoral poem. The endless rice is so neat that the sun shines on the ground through the leaves. Orioles also like cool weather. They fly into the shadow of the green hills and keep singing. Rice, sun shadows, orioles, green hills, what a beautiful country and natural scenery.
Nanxiangzi Qiumu Village Dwellings
Qingnalanxingde
The cold stream is full of red leaves, all the trees are silent and the trees are uniform.
Try to climb the small building, the mountain is high and low.
A cloud of smoke hung over the hillside.
The barking of dogs is mixed with the crowing of roosters, the lights are flashing, and there is a way back.
Walking along the mountain, it's far and near, east and west.
Home is in the depths of autumn and winter, and the door is closed alone.
Don't think that Nalan Xingde can only write love poems, and Nalan Xingde can only be sad. This small pastoral poem, light and simple, reveals the poet's joy and yearning for rural life everywhere!
There are red leaves floating on the stream and there is no one in the forest. Try to look at the small building and see a piece of smoke floating over Shili Lake.
The barking of dogs is mixed with the crowing of chickens, and the lights are flashing, so they are all lost. The mountain road is far and near, sometimes east, sometimes west, and the home in the depths of the trees is closing the door alone.
Tian She.
Don du fu
Qingjiang District, Tian She, 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.
This is a remote place, and my home is on the edge of Qingjiang River. The vegetation is too deep and it is far from the market, so I don't dress well. The image of the five or six sentences depicts the beauty of the countryside. The branches of wicker hang down and are very light, and the loquat trees are full of fragrance. When the sun went down, cormorants had a bumper harvest and caught fish from Man Cang.
Although it is a remote place, it does not change the nature of rural leisure.