Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. 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.
Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, 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 Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. 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 Shan Ye. 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 Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting 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.
Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
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.
Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
2. Ancient poems about rural scenery 1, "Two quatrains" Tang Dufu has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2, "Bamboo House" Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo forest, I am playing the piano, I am humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3, "Passing through the Old Village" Tang Menghao prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you hosted 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. 4, "Wangchuan don't leave for Pei Di" Tang Wangshan is cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
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.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . 5, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming loves Lao Lin and misses Lao Lin.
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. 6, "Pastoral Talk" Tang Li Bai Jiayi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.
How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7, "Chai Lu" Don Wangweikong There seems to be no one on the mountain, 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. 8. "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain.
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. 9. "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat white cauliflower is sparse.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, "Traveling to Shanxi Village" Song Lu traveled to Xiao Mo's farmhouse, and it was a good year, leaving enough chickens and dolphins.
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. 12, "Autumn Rain is Pastoral" Tang Gengkun's desert is dark and the rain is rain.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulence flows through the nursery and rotten leaves hang all over the autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13, "Wu Xinyi" Tang's hibiscus flowers bloom in the mountains with red calyx.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, "Poems of Shang Qi Yuan Yi" Tang Wang Ping lives in water, but there are no mountains in the east.
The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15 Back to Songshan, the clear river of Tang Wangwei flows through the bushes and slowly, 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. 16, "Cui Puyang's brother is in front of the mountain", the mountain stream is also good, and the autumn color is good, and the 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.
17, "Bird Watching Creek" Tang people idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
18, Tang, its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the 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 different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
19, "Pastoral Work" Tang Meng looked at Jinmamen and took the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. "Since the spread of arrogance, the bamboo road in the old mountains and forests has twisted forty or fifty miles to the ox." Tang will turn over tens of thousands of times and rest for three miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, "Four Seasons Pastoral Fun" Fan Song became a big black bird and threw it into the forest, passing through the tourists and going to Chai Fei in front of the mountain.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22, "Spring Pastoral Work" Tang Jia is full of spring, and the apricot blossoms are white.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. 23. "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" In the setting sun by the Weihe River, cattle and sheep go home along the narrow 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.
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! .
24. "New Sunny Wild" is a night watch. "Tang's" New Sunny Wild "is vast and has no atmosphere. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.
The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.
25, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fancheng flat mud mirror in Daxin construction site, every family has a meal while first frost is fine. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
26, "Qingxi" Wei I have driven the river of yellow flowers, and the canal of the sky is a blue 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! .
27, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming's strange people in the wild, several rounds of 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. "My Retirement in Zhongnanshan" Wei My middle-aged heart found a 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.
29. The children in the village are in charge of Song Fancheng's performance in the daytime and night. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
30. "New Cool" Song Xu Jishui is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees with low smoke. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
3. On the topic of foreign pastoral poetry: Persian lyric poetry (choose one) Author: Ye Saining Sharjanet, Sharjanet, my girl! Perhaps because I come from the north, I want to talk about the vastness of the fields and the undulating wheat waves in the moonlight.
Sagarna, Sagarna, my girl! Maybe it's because I come from the north, where even the moon is a hundred times brighter. No matter how beautiful Shiraz is, it is not as good as Liang's praise.
Maybe it's because I'm from the north. I want to talk about the vastness of that field.
The black wheat field feeds me with long curly hair. You can wrap it around your finger at will-I'll never feel any pain.
I want to talk about the vastness of that field. Talk about the undulating wheat waves in the moonlight.
Look at my curly hair-just like it. Laugh, smile, beloved girl.
But you must not remind me of the undulating wheat waves in the moonlight. Sagarna, Sagarna, my girl! There is a young girl in the far north.
That person is so much like you, she may be thinking about me intently ... Janet, Janet, my girl! Topic: Persian lyrics (Option 3) Author: Ye Saining "Why is the moonlight so dim on the gardens and walls in horasan?" It's like walking in a Russian field with a rustling fog on your head. " In this way, dear Lala, I asked the silent cypress trees at night, but all the cypresses didn't say a word and held their heads up proudly to the sky. "Why is the moonlight full of sadness?" I asked Hua a question in the forest, and Hua replied, "You can know the details of this matter from Rose's sadness."
Rose petals fell to the ground. Rose whispered to me with petals: "Your Sagarna gave her tenderness to others, and Sagarna kissed another couple."
She said, "This Russia can't see ... the heart needs songs, but songs need life and body ..." That's why the moon shines dim, and that's why the moonlight is so pale and powerless. I don't know how many things have changed my mind Some people look forward to tears and pain, while others despise them.
..... but the lavender night on earth is still beautiful forever. Topic: Country Author: Pushkin I salute you, you remote and desolate corner, where peace, labor and inspiration live, where I am immersed in the embrace of happiness, and I flow away quietly like water.
I belong to you: I abandoned the maze of coquettish women, I abandoned the luxurious banquet and vanity pleasure, fell in love with the quiet whisper in the forest and the tranquility in the wild, and fell in love with the pleasure of freedom and the contemplative partner. I belong to you-I love this quiet garden, the blooming flowers and the cool breeze. I love this meadow dotted with fragrant hay and the clear streams flowing in the bushes.
In front of my eyes, there are vivid color pictures everywhere: in the color pictures, I see two mirror-blue lakes, a fishing sail shining with lake light, rolling hills and winding farmland on the other side of the lake, scattered houses and farmhouses in the distance, flocks of cattle and sheep foraging on the wet shore, the drying room smoking, and the windmill of the mill spinning; Everywhere presents the scene of abundance and labor ... I belong here, get rid of the fetters of worldly glitz, and I am learning how to find down-to-earth happiness. I obey the laws of nature with a free heart. I no longer listen to the endless complaints of ignorant people. I learn to sympathize with the forbearing prayers, instead of enviing those villains and fools and letting them enjoy the reputation of injustice. Prophets of all ages, please point out the maze! In this solemn seclusion, I heard your sweet voice more truly.
It dispels lazy sad dreams, it ignites my desire to work, and your meditation that can stimulate creation is developing in my heart. However, an ominous thought is full of sadness: in this thriving field and mountains, a human friend is watching sadly, and there are painful and ignorant scenes everywhere.
Ignoring tears and groans, ignoring these doomed people's disasters, these ruthless and savage lords only know how to wave their violent whips and vines and seize farmers' labor, property and time. Weak slaves bent other people's plowshares, dragged ridges and ditches with difficulty, and succumbed to the whip of their ruthless masters.
Everyone here has been dragging a heavy shackle all his life, and he dare not give birth to a glimmer of hope and desire in his heart. Here, young girls are as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, but they can only be destroyed by cruel villains at will. In the eyes of the elderly fathers, the rest of the next generation are men who depend on life and work, but they have multiplied in their ancestors' huts for generations, but they are just suffering slaves who have been driven away from generation to generation.
Oh, I hope my voice can shake people's hearts! Why do I only burn futile enthusiasm in my chest, but fate doesn't give me passionate talent? Ah, friends! Am I lucky enough to see the Tsar allow people to be liberated from the shackles of slavery, and one day the brilliant dawn of enlightenment and freedom will finally be above the height of our motherland, generate? .
4. The poem describing the countryside was passed by my old friend Zhuang Menghao-ran.
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,
You entertained me on your farm.
We look at the green trees around your village.
And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.
We open your window to the garden and fields,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.
By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,
I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Youshan west village
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Qingpingle country house
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers.
Pastoral music Wang Wei.
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.
Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
5. Pastoral poem Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty): There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. -"Chai Lu"
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light. No one can hear it except my partner, the bright moon, the bamboo house.
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. -"An autumn night in the mountains"
Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty): Prepare chicken and 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. :-"Passing the Old People's Village"
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) (Landscape Poetry): Good rain knows the season, and spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and the boats on the river are illuminated by flames. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Tao Yuanming (Eastern Jin Dynasty): Less is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, and people love autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. -"Back to the Garden" (I)
Building a house is human, and 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. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself. -"Drinking"
6. Poems about pastoral 1 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road goes west,
The sun went down,
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
4 Passing by an old friend 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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
5 Yi people Zheng:
Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.
A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.
There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.
It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.
6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
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.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Gui Tian Yuan ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. 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.
7. Write a poem about rural pastoral Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (1): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, cauliflower is white, and wheat is thin. No one has ever landed on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. April in rural Weng Juan >; The mountains and plains are all green and the rain is like smoke. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and sericulture is planted in the fields. Yang Wanli's Suxin Xugong Store: The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the top of the tree are not shaded. The children scrambled to chase Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found. Six of the seven pastoral songs, Wang Wei's peach is full of rain, and the willow green is more smoky.
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping. Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The four seasons are idyllic, and in the Song Dynasty, Fan became a big black bird and threw himself into the forest. The tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of him went to Chai Fei.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity Song Fan Chengda Ritian Yunye Ji Ma, each village takes charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
8. About the topic of foreign pastoral poetry: Persian lyric poetry (choose one) Author: Ye Saining Sharjanet, Sharjanet, my girl! Perhaps because I come from the north, I want to talk about the vastness of the fields and the undulating wheat waves in the moonlight.
Sagarna, Sagarna, my girl! Maybe it's because I come from the north, where even the moon is a hundred times brighter. No matter how beautiful Shiraz is, it is not as good as Liang's praise.
Maybe it's because I'm from the north. I want to talk about the vastness of that field.
The black wheat field feeds me with long curly hair. You can wrap it around your finger at will-I'll never feel any pain.
I want to talk about the vastness of that field. Talk about the undulating wheat waves in the moonlight.
Look at my curly hair-just like it. Laugh, smile, beloved girl.
But you must not remind me of the undulating wheat waves in the moonlight. Sagarna, Sagarna, my girl! There is a young girl in the far north.
That person is so much like you, she may be thinking about me intently ... Janet, Janet, my girl! Topic: Persian lyrics (Option 3) Author: Ye Saining "Why is the moonlight so dim on the gardens and walls in horasan?" It's like walking in a Russian field with a rustling fog on your head. " In this way, dear Lala, I asked the silent cypress trees at night, but all the cypresses didn't say a word and held their heads up proudly to the sky. "Why is the moonlight full of sadness?" I asked Hua a question in the forest, and Hua replied, "You can know the details of this matter from Rose's sadness."
Rose petals fell to the ground. Rose whispered to me with petals: "Your Sagarna gave her tenderness to others, and Sagarna kissed another couple."
She said, "This Russia can't see ... the heart needs songs, but songs need life and body ..." That's why the moon shines dim, and that's why the moonlight is so pale and powerless. I don't know how many things have changed my mind Some people look forward to tears and pain, while others despise them.
..... but the lavender night on earth is still beautiful forever. Topic: Country Author: Pushkin I salute you, you remote and desolate corner, where peace, labor and inspiration live, where I am immersed in the embrace of happiness, and I flow away quietly like water.
I belong to you: I abandoned the maze of coquettish women, I abandoned the luxurious banquet and vanity pleasure, fell in love with the quiet whisper in the forest and the tranquility in the wild, and fell in love with the pleasure of freedom and the contemplative partner. I belong to you-I love this quiet garden, the blooming flowers and the cool breeze. I love this meadow dotted with fragrant hay and the clear streams flowing in the bushes.
In front of my eyes, there are vivid color pictures everywhere: in the color pictures, I see two mirror-blue lakes, a fishing sail shining with lake light, rolling hills and winding farmland on the other side of the lake, scattered houses and farmhouses in the distance, flocks of cattle and sheep foraging on the wet shore, smoking in the drying room and spinning in the mill windmill; Everywhere presents the scene of abundance and labor ... I belong here, get rid of the fetters of worldly glitz, and I am learning how to find down-to-earth happiness. I obey the laws of nature with a free heart. I no longer listen to the endless complaints of ignorant people. I learn to sympathize with the forbearing prayers, instead of enviing those villains and fools and letting them enjoy the reputation of injustice. Prophets of all ages, please point out the maze! In this solemn seclusion, I heard your sweet voice more truly.
It dispels lazy sad dreams, it ignites my desire to work, and your meditation that can stimulate creation is developing in my heart. However, an ominous thought is full of sadness: in this thriving field and mountains, a human friend is watching sadly, and there are painful and ignorant scenes everywhere.
Ignoring tears and groans, ignoring these doomed people's disasters, these ruthless and savage lords only know how to wave their violent whips and vines and seize farmers' labor, property and time. Weak slaves bent other people's plowshares, dragged ridges and ditches with difficulty, and succumbed to the whip of their ruthless masters.
Everyone here has been dragging a heavy shackle all his life, and he dare not give birth to a glimmer of hope and desire in his heart. Here, young girls are as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, but they can only be destroyed by cruel villains at will. In the eyes of the elderly fathers, the rest of the next generation are men who depend on life and work, but they have multiplied in their ancestors' huts for generations, but they are just suffering slaves who have been driven away from generation to generation.
Oh, I hope my voice can shake people's hearts! Why do I only burn futile enthusiasm in my chest, but fate doesn't give me passionate talent? Ah, friends! Am I lucky enough to see the Tsar allow people to be liberated from the shackles of slavery, and one day the brilliant dawn of enlightenment and freedom will finally be above the height of our motherland, generate? .
9. There are many ancient poems about the countryside, and the most impressive one is Tao Jin's Yuanming: under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can leisurely see the famous sentences of Nanshan through the ages.
The whole poem is as follows: building a house is human, but there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. Now, we are beginning to realize the damage of environmental pollution to human environment, and under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, this pastoral scenery is exactly what we are pursuing today.
In addition: 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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. The pastoral scenery is vividly written, as if it were there.
There are also pastoral poems written by some poets: prepare chicken and rice for me, and my old friends and you will entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
"Passing the Old Village"-Meng Haoran cries once or twice in the rain, and the road in Zhuxi Village is inclined. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Rain in the mountain village-Wang Jian gives another example: Xin Qiji's: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest.
Listen to the frogs. 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 community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
It is even more immersive.
10. What are Pushkin's pastoral poems? His works are the literary reflection of Russian national consciousness and aristocratic revolutionary movement.
The content of Pushkin's lyric poems is unprecedented in the history of Russian poetry, including To Chaadayev (18 18), Ode to Freedom (18 17) and To the Prisoner of Siberia (1827). Pushkin wrote 12 narrative poems in his life, the most important of which are ruslan and lyudmila in Captives of the Caucasus (1822) and Bronze Knight (1833).
Pushkin's plays are few, and the most important one is the historical play Boris Godunov (1825). In addition, he also created the poetic novel yevgeni onegin (183 1), the prose novel Belgin Tales (183 1) and the novel Captain's Daughter (/kloc-0) It has created typical images with highly generalized significance: "redundant person", "money knight", "nobody" and the leader of the peasant movement.
The presentation of these problems and the appearance of literary images have greatly promoted the progress of Russian social thought, helped to awaken the people and contributed to the development of Russian liberation movement. Pushkin's excellent works have achieved a high degree of unity of content and form. His lyric poems are rich in content, profound in emotion, flexible in form, exquisite in structure and beautiful in rhythm.
His essays and novels have concentrated plots, neat structures and vivid and concise descriptions. Pushkin's creation has an important influence on the development of Russian realistic literature and world literature, and is called "the beginning of all beginnings" by Gorky.
As a popular language, Pushkin's poetry and drama paved the way for Russian literature. His narrative style combines drama, romanticism and satirical art, which has a far-reaching influence on many Russian poets and is an important factor in Russian literature after him. Romantic poets of his time included george gordon byron and John Woolf Goethe, and he himself was deeply influenced by the tragedies of Voltaire and william shakespeare.
Pushkin is the founder of Russian language and literature. His creation laid the foundation of modern Russian literature, announced the arrival of its golden age, and bred outstanding Russian writers from generation to generation, so he was called "the father of modern Russian literature".
Nikolai Nikolai Gogol said: "His works are like a dictionary, which contains all the richness, strength and soul of our language." .