Go to the countryside,
He Miao said hello to me,
The river is singing with the birds.
Crops, rivers,
Under the combination of mountains,
It turned into a beautiful oil painting.
He Miao,
Grow as strong as you can,
Grow beautiful rice,
River water,
Do your best to nourish everything,
Make the countryside full of vitality.
2. Early spring
Friend, it's spring,
Dispel sadness, dry tears,
Smile at the sun,
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet,
Wash away the shackles of winter.
Filled with the fragrance of drunkenness,
Floods flooded plains and canyons,
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet,
Thousands of silver beads splashed.
Scattered in the misty dawn,
Rolling on the boulevard at dusk,
But wait,
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
It was the most beautiful and beautiful dream,
Maybe it will be brilliant overnight.
3. Nvshen Peak
Among all kinds of flowerpots waving to you,
His hand suddenly retracted,
Blindfolded him tightly,
When people disperse, who
Still standing at the stern,
Skirts are flying like turbulent clouds.
Jiang Tao,
Say it out loud,
Keep it down,
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sadness,
Generation after generation.
However, the heart
Can it really turn into stone?
Along Jiangfeng,
The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum,
Is inciting new betrayal.
Instead of showing it on a cliff for thousands of years,
It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night.
4. Early summer
Blue sky, white clouds, the fragrance of Shan Ye,
A winding clear stream flows through,
The corner is full of flower trees,
The faint hut was half hidden and half exposed,
Occasionally, chickens and dogs bark.
Beautiful environment and charming scenery,
The pond outside the house is even more charming.
One, two lotus flowers are charming and moving,
Competing with the colorful flowers by the pond.
The pond is full of blue waves and spring scenery.
The old man under the flower tree in front of the house slowly paced back and forth admiring it.
The tea fragrance on the small table blends with the flower trees, which is fresh and pleasant.
Turn it into a beautiful picture and watch it for a long time.
A long time of forgetfulness and unforgettable, a long time of infatuation.
5. Golden autumn
Red fruit is fragrant in the whole garden.
On the threshing floor of the farm, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of the soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets,
Throw it on the reed surface,
No matter how deep or shallow it is,
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
2. Poems depicting rural scenery: the voice of Xu Zhimo in modern countryside
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
Autumn flute
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
Country language/sand washing before wheat harvest
It's too quiet in the field.
Golden maimang
The wind is blowing.
It's too quiet in the field.
In a distant village
Melodious cock crow
It's too quiet in the field.
Two donkeys, one big and one small.
Into the corner of my eye.
It's too quiet in the field.
Eyes lurking in the wheat ridge
Beware of trouble.
It's too quiet in the field.
Like some kind of precursor before the war
It's like a deep night
Waiting for the Light
3. Modern poem describing rural scenery "Beautiful scenery in the south of the mountain and north of the mountain" Author: Tribulus Herbs I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River to see the red blue river and listen to the reflection of the arch bridge, listen to the fishing boat and the clouds in the south, and draw folk songs far away in the tea garden.
The green water chestnut is rippling with the boiling water. I want to drink gardenia fragrance in Jiangnan. The orange of the orange orchard touches the soft drizzle of the spring breeze, and the smooth Qiantang waves to the shore in the rolling wave wall. Whispering sweet words stops at the corner of the lane, wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, and collecting poems and paintings. She came from a beautiful legend and cried like a dream. I wandered in the south of the Yangtze River, from the bamboo forest in Jinggangshan to the sunset in Xishuangbanna, from Cangshan Erhai Lake to the bird forest on a desert island, weaving the South China Sea into a pulse of fishing boats with early sunrise at sea and white sails in spring. There is a beautiful old friend in Shannan, and there is a beautiful scenery in the north of the mountain in March, looking across the mountain.
Let go of the muddled thoughts:::::::::::: Bend with the earth and print a beautiful arc in the slightly shiny sky. Only the ups and downs of farmers' backs constantly change their angles. The countryside, roads, wilderness and sky are gradually becoming brighter. On the river bank, I walked through the village with the dew of Asahi. The sunset attracted smoke for the village on the screen, and I danced home to my heart's content. The laughter of the sheep spread all over the village ... a beautiful countryside with endless poetry. My pen, waiting for the climax of lyricism in the sound of frogs, is hung with red peppers on the eaves in autumn. Day by day, I am on the branches, in the fields, and in my heart at this moment, red peppers hang on the eaves like auspicious poems of red Spring Festival couplets, and this harmonious happiness permeates the farmhouse yard. I raised my camera and wanted to publicize this precious yard style. The flowers and clothes aired in the window of the world are open in the yard, and the colorful wings flying like butterfly petals are blowing the fragrance. All the sunshine at noon should be put into the hearts of warm wanderers. The flowers and clothes on the wire rope of warm men who go out to work are the beautiful imagination of kannika nimtragol. The rapeseed in the busy field has just opened, and the threshold of March has just opened. I passed her yesterday, and she still closed the door. Round as a clenched fist, thanks to the pouring of spring rain, thanks to the magic of love, thanks to the spring breeze blowing away the rape flowers in the dusty fields, which tickles my heart. I found the fulcrum of my life and the fishing fire that I love the sea. -Country Sketch Author: Jia Yang's figure with a hoe in one hand is blurred in the green whirlpool, hoping that golden dreams will meander on the ridge of the field, and piles of bonfires will be lit on the vast fields. Dragonflies, locusts, and unknown creatures in nature are also devouring you. They are eroding the hearts of farmers. Bring the cow here quickly. The ants on the road will get hot later. Pull up the grass by the field at noon to see if there is water in the canal. Go faster. Don't squint at me. You can be happy again in a few days. Don't walk too slowly. The sun will be very hot later. Ants on the roadside are very busy in spring and summer. Don't cry. I know the water in the field is 40 degrees hot, but being born as a cow, just like my ancestors were farmers, this is our life! ! ! ! ! ! ! The clear river shines in the flowers and plants, looking forward to a beautiful childhood. Trees and plants are clear, and Yingbin Avenue is home. The moonlight rises in Xiji, and a colorful cloud is floating in the sky. The bridge is afraid of getting lost in the moonlight. You come down from the sky and mark the direction of the mountain. Since then, rain or shine, the evening breeze at the foot of Nanshan has brought a little noise. The flowers here are silent. Spread your arms along the masonry road and ask the sunset for the shadow of Beishan Park in spring. I started looking for my childhood footprints from the mountain road. A rhubarb dog stopped me head-on and bit my memory. Hulu River is low. Lower, a small flower held its head high on the riverbed, facing the wind. It is praying for rain. The fog in the morning is like a veil on the bride. Only egrets and wild ducks stir the water and the sky in the sun. Only a breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure and slowly closed the net. The scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter is concentrated in a jade plate year after year.
4. Poetry describing rural scenery Modern rural writing/sand washing before wheat harvest
It's too quiet in the field.
Golden maimang
The wind is blowing.
?
It's too quiet in the field.
In a distant village
Melodious cock crow
?
It's too quiet in the field.
Two donkeys, one big and one small.
Into the corner of my eye.
?
It's too quiet in the field.
Eyes lurking in the wheat field.
Beware of trouble.
?
It's too quiet in the field.
Like some kind of precursor before the war
It's like a deep night
Waiting for the Light
Qiyunshan qingsi
I met you for the first time on a winter afternoon.
I didn't know the sun dyed you yellow.
Or did you dye the sun yellow?
You have waist-length hair.
Combed by the wind, it set off golden waves.
Some nameless flowers are randomly inserted in long hair.
Make you more amorous.
Full of golden yellow
Every inch of skin is mature.
It gives me an impulse to touch.
Always want to lie in your lingering ups and downs
Feel your deepest feelings.
I even want to be the grass around you.
Laugh together and watch the sunrise and sunset.
Looking around for thousands of years.
anyway/no matter what/ in any case
You stand in the highest place in southern Hunan every day.
In a firm manner
Obsessed with waiting.
I always want to be the first to see the dreams around my soul.
Yun must be your daughter.
Otherwise, she won't stay in her arms.
There is a mountain outside the mountain. How can the wind persuade you not to go?
Although there are one or two naughty flowers
I can't help but be curious and leave quietly.
Finally, I resolutely turned back.
You use the gentlest way
Listen to every bird singing.
You use the most leisurely eyes
Watch every blooming mountain flower.
Only the mountain stream flows day and night.
Interpret your loneliness on high.
It's always a green day.
Fading and glory are just the confession of the season.
And the eternal green at the foot of the mountain
It's your commitment to spring.
5. Poems describing pastoral scenery The sound of Xu Zhimo's boat in the modern countryside is slowly drifting under the shade of weeping willows-a cool breeze in early autumn blows the velvet on the water surface and blows the pastoral sounds on both sides.
I am resting alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river and listening to the sounds from far and near-once again, I have a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the boundless ethereal-disappearance; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid. In the autumn season, the new red fruits are full of fragrance. The high rice piles on the threshing farm are full of laughter and laughter, which makes the fishermen's faces warm and the soldiers' hearts warm. Beyond the sunset on the horizon, they picked up thin stone pieces and threw them at the surface of reeds, no matter how deep or shallow. Here, I watched a row of geese deliver golden autumn wheat before harvest. The field is really quiet. There is a wind flowing between the golden wheat awns. The field is really quiet. It's really quiet in a distant village. The field is really quiet. Two donkeys, one big and one small, walked into the corner of their eyes. It's really quiet in the wheat ridge. The field is really quiet. It's like some kind of precursor before the war, and it's like the night waiting for the dawn.
6. Modern pastoral poetry, urgent 1, "Autumn"
Author: Xin Di
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
2. The voice of the country
Author: Xu Zhimo
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
3. Early spring
Author: Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
4. Country dusk
Author: Wu Chusheng
Dusk mist
The sky hangs over the countryside.
Hazy into a faint landscape painting.
The smoke that has been lingering for thousands of years is still there
The green hills that have been silent for thousands of years are still there.
Read the dusk in the country.
Poems written by geese in the sky on the moon
Fresh and meaningful
Even the sheep herder
The shepherd boy's flute entering the gallery
It also shook the drunken moon in Dongshan.
Make a Zen-like country charm.
I hope my eyes flash into dusk.
Looking at Shanshan's footsteps in the stone path
5. "When the weather is fine"
Author: Dai Wangshu
When the weather is clear,
It's time to take a walk on the path;
Muddy roads soaked by rain,
Must be cool and gentle;
Show new green grass,
Immediately washed away the dirt;
White chrysanthemum that is no longer timid,
Slowly raise their heads,
Try cold, try warm,
Then the petals break out of the shell;
Butterflies shake off water droplets.
Walking freely among the leaves,
The page of wisdom that decorated it.
Open and close when exposed to sunlight.
Take a walk on the path,
When the weather is fine;
Barefoot, hand in hand,
Tread across the stream in fresh mud.
Xinyang pushes away the haze,
The warm wind wrinkled the stream,
Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-
The footprint of the cloud-it is also wandering.
7. Poems describing rural scenery Ten poems describing rural scenery are: 1. The farmer's farm in Weishui described by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty: the setting sun shines on the ruins, and the narrow path returns.
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! .
Everywhere in the village is shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alley. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch.
Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part.
How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration. 2. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral Works" Original: The house is full of spring singing, and apricot flowers are white at the entrance of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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. Spring has come, there is a cuckoo singing on the house, and a large piece of apricot flowers near the village is white.
Holding an axe to sort out the long branches of mulberry trees, carrying a hoe to see the source vein of spring water. When the swallow returns in spring, it seems to know its lair, and the old owner in the house is looking through the New Year calendar.
The toast stopped again, and people who want to leave home to be guests can't help but be disappointed. 3. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village in Tang Dynasty Original: 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. My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.
Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops.
The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums. 4. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "My Seclusion in Zhongnanshan" Original: My middle-aged heart found a way, and I 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. Middle-aged and good-hearted, he moved to the foot of Nanshan in his later years.
When I am in a good mood, I wander alone, only I know. Take a leisurely stroll outside the water, sit down and look up at the fluttering of white clouds.
Occasionally I meet an old man in the forest and forget to return with a smile. 5. Eastern Jin Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden (Part II)" Original: Nanshan planted beans, and the grass was full of bean seedlings.
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. When beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan Mountain, the result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings.
Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire. 6. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountains" Original: After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn 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. The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn. 7, the Southern Song Dynasty Lu You "Tour Shanxi Village" Original: Xiao Mo peasant wine muddy, good years to leave 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. 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. Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. There are many dishes for guests to enjoy on Fengshou Island.
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me. The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs.
In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane. 8. Weng Juan's April in the Country in the Southern Song Dynasty Original: There are white rivers all over the mountains, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight.
The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
9. Lei Zhen's "Village Night" in the Southern Song Dynasty: The grass in the pond is full of water and vicious, and the mountain is soaked in the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
The pond is covered with green grass, and the water in the pond almost overflows the bank. Castle peak in the distance, with scarlet sunset glow in its mouth, reflects the shadow in the water together, shining with waves.
The little shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow and went home slowly; Holding a piccolo, playing casually, without a fixed voice. 10, Qing Gaoding's "Village Residence" Original: The grass grows in February, and the willow is drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around.
Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke.
Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.
8. Modern pastoral poetry needs about 30 words: blue sky, white clouds and the fragrance of Shan Ye.
A winding clear stream flows through,
The corner is full of flower trees,
The faint hut was half hidden and half exposed,
Occasionally, chickens and dogs bark.
Beautiful environment and charming scenery,
The pond outside the house is even more charming.
One, two lotus flowers are charming and moving,
Competing with the colorful flowers by the pond.
The pond is full of blue waves and spring scenery.
The old man under the flower tree in front of the house slowly paced back and forth admiring it.
The tea fragrance on the small table blends with the flower trees, which is fresh and pleasant.
Turn it into a beautiful picture and watch it for a long time.
A long time of forgetfulness and unforgettable, a long time of infatuation.