Ancient poems about mountain villages 1. Poems describing mountain villages
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!
Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie's The Wounded Family
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
2. What are the poems describing the countryside?
1, the mountain is now cold and blue, and autumn water has been running for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . -Wang Wei's Letter to Pei Di from My Cabin in Wangchuan
2, the dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and it will take three breaks in a few miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come after midnight, knock on the chess pieces and drop the snuff. -Zhao Shixiu's About
4, the autumn color is good, and Kuangjun Pool is idle. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
I have sailed on the river with yellow flowers and been carried by the 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! .
6, full of mountains and green, white and full of Sichuan, and the rain is in the sound and sound. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. April in rural Weng Juan.
7. In the countryside where the sun sets, 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. Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . -"Weishui Farmhouse"
8. The blackbird is in the forest, and there are few tourists. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
9, the bird loves the old forest, and the pond fish loses its source. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
10, low eaves, green grass on the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. -Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le. Rural residence
1 1, Jia Yi was demoted for three years, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
12, came out during the day, became numb at night, and the children in the village were in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
13, look at Jinmamen and take the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
14, an empty mountain after rain, standing 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. -"An autumn night in the mountains"
15, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree head are not shaded. The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store
16, the new building has a flat mud mirror, and everyone cooks, and it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"
17, plum and apricot fertilizer, wheat and cabbage flowers thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
18 I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -"Bamboo House"
19, Mao Mao rain on the eaves of Mao Yan was wet with smoke, and there was cold snow on the river. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat. -Lu you's boat with a white bamboo canopy, which Chang Bao occasionally borrowed to play in a nearby village.
20, the chicken sings three times, arranges rice bowls and sets tea bottles. My lover is still afraid of urging early ploughing, so he pulls the awning window to see Xiaoxing. -Hua Yue's family
2 1, my middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only. 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.
22. Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort home. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine. -Li Bai's "Down to the South Mountain" gave Hu Si a cordial pillow and bowl.
23, hibiscus flowers, full of mountain red. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
24, the bright moon is not surprised, and the breeze sings at midnight. 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. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
25, don't laugh at farm wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years. 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. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
26, the water is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows. -Ji Xu's "New Cool"
27. There are few fields and few wheels in poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complicated market music, pull weeds. 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.
28. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
29. The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. -"Binding the Home to Songshan"
3. Write ancient poems in mountain villages
Ancient poems describing mountain villages are:
In the Tang Dynasty, there were Du Mu's Mountain Walk, Du Fu's Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, and Shao Kangjie's A Tour of Twenty or Thirty Miles in the Song Dynasty, also known as Singing in the Mountain Village, and so on.
Travel in the mountains
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Yonghuai village
At first glance, it is two or three miles away, and mist hangs over four or five families.
The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Twenty-eight sentences in the city. At present, only four sentences are extracted from primary school textbooks.
There are flowers everywhere in the stream, and thousands are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
4. Ancient poems about the countryside
Gaoding village house
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Yang Wanli of Su Xinshi Xugong Branch
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
An autumn night in the mountains
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.
Yuan Mei seems to have seen it.
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.
A farmhouse by 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.
Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran
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.
5. Poems about the countryside
Nongcun village
The east wind in towns and villages urges rain, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.
Chickens, ducks and pigs are full of circles, and cotton and linen are stacked.
There are many supermarkets and roads winding through the pond.
Taxation is a moral issue, and there will be no good days for a thousand years.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Agricultural family
Don Young is in people.
In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi
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.