Poems praising the village 1. What are the poems praising the countryside?
1, passing by the old people's village-Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, 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 dinner and invited me to visit him in Tian She.
Green Woods surround the village, and a green hill leans vaguely outside the city wall. Pushing open the window to face the threshing floor and vegetable garden, drinking wine and chatting about farming.
The Double Ninth Festival is coming, and I will come here to see chrysanthemums. 2, "Tour Shanxi Village"-Song: Lu You Xiao Mo peasant wine muddy, good years 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.
E69DA5E6Ba907A 68696416F313334313431333 From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door with crutches all night. Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The reception dishes in the harvest year are very rich.
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers. The day of playing the flute and drums for the Spring Festival Club is coming, and the simple ancient style is still preserved.
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. 3, "Village Residence"-Song: Zhang Shunmin water around the field, bamboo around the fence, and all the money is gone.
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road. Running water surrounds paddy fields, and bamboos are planted outside the fence; The elm money has run out, and the hibiscus flowers are thin.
As the sun sets, there is no shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow, only pairs of crows strolling on the path back to the village. 4. "Spring Pastoral Work"-Tang Dynasty: Wang Weijia's spring crow, apricot blossoms on the edge 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. There is a spring pigeon chirping on the house, and there are large white apricot flowers on the edge of the village.
Holding an axe to sort out the long branches of mulberry trees and carrying a hoe to watch the passage of spring water. The swallow flew back last year, as if he knew its lair.
The old owner of the house is looking through the New Year calendar. I raised my glass to drink, and then stopped. I can't help but feel disappointed when I think of people who have left their homes to be guests.
5, "Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall"-Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
Mulberry strips are full of flowers, and the wind gathers fragrance and hides the wall. After several dreams, the yellow bird still suspects that it belongs to the Mid-Levels Garden.
The courtyard of the thatched cottage is often cleaned, so clean that there is no moss. Flowers, trees, rows and ridges are all planted by the owner himself.
A small river outside the courtyard protects the farmland and surrounds it; Two big mountains open doors to give people green. Mulberry leaves are luxuriant, and neem flowers are also very prosperous.
The breeze blew the fragrance of neem flowers and quietly sent them over the wall. The crisp cry of orioles woke me up and made me take a nap.
When I woke up from my dream, I was in a trance and felt as if I were still in the mid-level garden where I had lived.
2. Praise the ancient poems in the countryside
I passed my old friend Zhuang, Haoran prepared my chicken and rice, old friend, you entertained me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Gong Xuan noodle restaurant, holding a cup and talking to Sang Ma.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Mr. Shu Huyin's wall, Wang Song Anshi's eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. Tour Shanxi Village, tour the farmhouse, and leave enough 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. Tang Duxun and a widow in the mountains, because soldiers were trapped in Mao Peng, her 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. A farmhouse by the Wei River, Wang Wei, in the countryside under the setting sun, 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. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
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! .
In spring, the spring pigeons of Wang Wei's family are singing, and the 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.
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 countryside is mixed in the four seasons. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda blackbirds threw themselves into the forest, and the tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of them went to firewood. 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.
Returning to the garden and living in Tao Yuanming, there is no rhyme, and I naturally love Qiushan. 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.
Warm and distant villages, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market, the barking of dogs in the depths of alleys, the crowing of chickens on the top of mulberry trees, dust-free households, and free virtual rooms. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *. 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.
Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is 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.
Huiqing Pingle Village Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Shanxi Village Tour [Song Dynasty] Lu Youxiao laughed at the farmhouse muddy wine, and raised enough 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 following is Wang Wei's.
Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is gurgling. 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? .
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.
The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, like my chariot driving slowly. 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.
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?
My middle-aged heart found a way, I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, 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.
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! .
As the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path in a farmhouse by the Wei River. 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! . 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. Baishui Tian Ming Wei
After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm.
Pour out family affection. Huanghuachuan 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. Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.
Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating. I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.
Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuang Jun's 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. The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.
The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.
3. Poems praising the village
I passed by my old friend Zhuang Haoran to prepare chicken rice for me. Old friend, you entertained me at your farm. We watched the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue noodle restaurant in remote mountainous areas. We talked about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands until the holiday on the mountain. I will come back at chrysanthemum time. The wall of Mr. Shu Huyin and the eaves of Anshi are long and quiet without moss. The flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field, and two mountains send green flowers. Visit Shanxi Village in Song Lu, don't laugh at the farmers' turbid wine. There is also a village where flowers bloom in the dark. The widow in the mountain, Mrs. Tang Du Xunhe, was wrapped in hemp clothes and burned her temples because of the soldiers' tight embrace. Mulberry leaves are abandoned, she still pays taxes, the countryside is exhausted, and she still needs to recruit seedlings. She picks wild vegetables and roots to cook, and then cooks firewood and leaves to burn. If she is in the deep mountains, she should try her best to avoid the levy. Wang Wei, a farmhouse by the Wei River, is in the countryside under the setting sun. Cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans against a stick at the door of a thatched cottage and thinks about his son, the shepherd boy. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . In Wang Wei's house in mid-spring, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Lotus hoes the spring pulse with an axe. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When he was in a hurry, he was disappointed with the long trip. Four seasons pastoral mixed with Fan Chengda plum, apricot, wheat gray, cauliflower fine. No one has ever fallen on the long fence, only. Alone, I weave a blue duck array and come back. The four seasons are idyllic. In the Song Dynasty, the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda was flat and muddy, and every family was rice-plowing, while first frost was sunny. Laughter rang like thunder, and flail rang all night. Returning to the garden and living in Tao Yuanming is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, and naturally loves Qiushan. It will last for 30 years after falling into the dust net by mistake. Birds are missing the old forest, and the fish in the pond are homesick. On the occasion of land reclamation, I will return to the garden and bow and scrape. Crows crow on the top of mulberry trees, and the house is clean and empty. After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor alley. The scenery in the empty room was covered by the daytime, and the empty room was full of dust. When the market recovers, the grass will be covered. Sang Ma has a long way to go without gossiping. Summer has a long life and our land is vast. We are often afraid of frost. However, the wish has not been violated. Back to Qingpingle Village Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and the grass is green by the stream. Wu Yin fell in love when he was drunk, a white-haired boy. When you are older, hoe the east of Douxi, and when you are middle, weave a chicken coop; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Traveling in Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty], laughing at the farmer's lacquer wine. In good years, I raised enough chickens and dolphins. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. The following is Wang Wei's. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di Now the mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is gurgling every day. I leaned against the door of my thatched cottage and my walking stick, listening to the cicada singing in the evening breeze, the sunset hovering at the ferry, the smoke from the kitchen at midnight coming from the house, and I was drunk in summer, singing a wild poem on the willow tree? Zhu leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the piano and whistling. Except my companion, the bright moon, the autumn night in the mountains, the empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening, the moonlight sprinkled in the pine forest, the crystal stone sprinkled in the stream, the bamboo whispered to the laundry girl who came home, and the lotus leaf succumbed to the fishing boat. You can rest at will in spring, and the king and grandson can stay. Qingchuan belt is slender, and horses and chariots go to leisure. If the water is intentional, the dusk bird will return. The desert city is near Gudu, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains. All the way to Song, I will retreat. Recently, Mount Zhongnan Taiyi is connected with Haishu. White clouds look back and meet. And the weather entered many valleys and needed a place to spend the night. I called a woodcutter on the river. I retreated in Zhongnanshan. My middle-aged heart found a way. I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When my spirit moved, I wandered alone. Now the beauty is mine. Go to the land of poor water, sit and watch Yun Qi, occasionally pay tribute to the forest, laughing and laughing. Qingxi talks about Huanghuachuan, and every time you chase Qingxi, you will turn around with the mountain, and there is not much fun. In the noisy rocks, the colors are quiet and deep, and the ripples are full of water. Drop the fishing line forever! In a farmhouse on the Weishui River, the sun shines obliquely in the countryside, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans against a stick at the door of the thatched cottage, thinking that his son, the shepherd boy, Luo, Mai and Silkworm are asleep, peeling mulberry leaves, and the farmers come back with hoes to meet each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and disappointment. Xinqingye (working all night) looks at the wilderness of Xinqingye. It is very clean. The national gate is near the ferry. All the trees in the village are connected to the Xikou. Baishui is in the field. In a few miles, I will stop for three days. I will meet my disciples in the circle, and I will hide in the forest and hills. The rain will fall gently and whisper in the rocks. I will whisper in the deep stream and whistle at the top of the mountain. I saw Nanshan Yang, and the white dew was lingering. The green trees are clean and beautiful, and the trees are gloomy and floating. I used to hate my ignorance, but I was worried that I was absent-minded. Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuangjun Pool is idle. ..
4. What are the sentences praising the village?
The sentence praising the village is as follows.
1. The serf hut is obviously rotting. The wood is moth-eaten and grey. Many roofs are like a sieve. Some can't see the roof except the rafters, and there are several crosspieces in the middle, just like the ribs on the skeleton. There are no windows anywhere.
2. The ancients said: "The ancient trees are high and low, the sunset is far and near, the forest top is like smoke, and the water outside the village is like a ring." This is a true portrayal of Wuyuan, a picturesque ancient village.
3. Likeng Village, Tuozhou Township, Wuyuan, was founded in the early Southern Song Dynasty. Since the Yuan Dynasty, the village has been gradually prosperous and densely populated, and Ke Di has been reelected. Especially in the Ming dynasty, bureaucrats often went out of the village. When they get promoted or return home in old age, they devote themselves to building luxury houses to show off their ancestors.
4. The ancient village takes "Ruopi Street" as the axis, and more than 40 streets and lanes are arranged technically, showing strong centripetal cohesion. The space formed by high walls and passages is narrow at the bottom and wide at the bottom, and the opening line is high and low, tortuous and deep, like a maze.
Smoke billowed over the small village, like a girl in a white gauze dancing in the sunset. Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.
Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village
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Romantic, quiet, harmonious, lovely, light and comfortable, intoxicating, beautiful scenery, land of plenty, moist and full of vitality.
Prosperity, beautiful scenery, evergreen seasons, picturesque scenery, shady shade, beautiful landscape and beautiful scenery.
Fishing boats are gathering, smoke is rolling, people are buzzing, mountains and rivers are beautiful, peaks and valleys are beautiful, vegetation is dense, vegetation is lush, and bamboo forests are lined up.
Shaded by green trees, lush forests and bamboos, full of flowers and fruits, prosperous livestock, secluded roads, entering wasteland, warm and quiet, and bamboo hedge tiles.
Scattered all over the floor, rice fields are shining with golden light, cattle and sheep are all over the mountain, chickens and ducks are in groups, rivers are dense, desolate and depressed, walls are broken and thorns are everywhere.
Good sentences and paragraphs
1. On the grassy field road, the old farmer was smoking a cigarette and carrying his old sickle net home. The shadow has been dragged by the sunset for a long time, which seems to be longer than this June. There was a noise, and when the smoke cleared, the village was calm again, just like a tired farmer, perhaps sleepy.
2. Go through the small village and come to the river. You will see small fish and shrimp swimming around in the crystal clear river and hiding in the water plants. Much more beautiful than the dirty rivers and lakes in our city! If it is summer, children will wear shorts to have a water fight, swim and catch fish and shrimp ... There is an old tree by the river, which is said to have been planted in the Song Dynasty. It blooms several times a year. As long as the breeze blows, a faint fragrance of flowers goes straight to the nose. At the same time, those petals float like flying butterflies, into the river and onto the ground. We crossed a small arch bridge made of natural stone and came to the rice field. At that time, it was the autumn harvest season. Looking around, I saw the golden rice bent with laughter, and the farmer's uncle was busy harvesting. ...
In the four seasons, the village is still beautiful and hasn't changed at all. The river is still clear, the sky is still vast, the air is still fresh, the clouds are still so light, the grass is still so green, the flowers are still so beautiful and the fish are still so free. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village.
I haven't stopped underground since this morning. I fell on the edge of the chopping board and listened to the crisp rain. I felt very cordial. Come to think of it, I haven't heard this familiar local accent for a long time! In the city, I have never heard such pure and beautiful rhyme. Only in my hometown, in this remote mountain village far from the city, can I enjoy it
This village has a long history. It is said that there is a very big locust tree in our village passing through the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole under the tree, which can hide four people. The eighth route army is hiding in this hole. Survived a bullet. From then on, the name of our village was called Sophora japonica bottom.
6. Light blue smoke floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country food in the hut. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village. The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.
7. Under the light, I listened to the village at midnight with my pen tip. Peace, quiet. The village at midnight is like a sleeping old man. I seem to hear her even heartbeat and calm breathing, and occasionally I can hear her gentle snoring! The night is dark, there is no intimacy of moonlight, and the stars in the sky are shining, watching the silence alone.
8. Ticking rain, fluttering snowflakes, sweet dreams ... When all these become still pictures, the village changes. The present village is like a painting drawn by villagers, showing the true colors of human beings-beauty.
9. Hometown is a song. The more you sing, the more mellow you are. Hometown is a poem. The more comfortable you sing, the more you miss it.
10. My hometown has always been a haunting place for me. I have fond memories of my childhood. My hometown is full of grandma's smile, grandpa's expectation and naughty childhood friends.
5. Praise rural poetry
To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown! -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"
Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse. —— Yue Fei's "Feeling of Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower on the Red River"
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. -Meng Haoran's Autumn Country-specific Mountains to Zhang.
Water is separated by light smoke to repair the bamboo temple, and the road passes through the village of sparse rain and falling flowers. -Yang Huizhi's Cold Food Order Zheng Qi Assistant Minister
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"
There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5
6. Sentences praising the village
Beautiful sentences describing the countryside
1. At this time, the small village has also become a world of snow. White roof, flawless ground, no dust, whiteness and purity are the only themes here. Being in it is like really coming to a dream country. The children made two big snowmen in the snow, wearing straw hats and holding brooms, guarding their world. The mind is purified and the mind becomes naive and romantic. Looking at the shallow footprints on the ground, I can't help thinking: Who has been here? Is it a beautiful Snow White or a kind dwarf? On this dreamlike night, how happy it is for the prince and the princess to embrace each other under the Yushu tree! ...
2. The sky is flowing spring, while the world is snowy winter. Because of the snow, the trees in winter suddenly came alive. Crystal clear, just like the trunk made of ice sculpture and the branches made of crystal. Cold and noble, just like the osmanthus tree in front of Chang 'e, it is left to the world tonight. I stayed in my heart in amazement and didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Yushu and making it all over the floor with fragments.
7. Poetry describing the countryside
Passing through Meng Haoran, an old man's village, prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm, and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. Let's have a banquet and talk about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. I'll come back when I'm on holiday in the mountains and in the chrysanthemum season. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in the sunset, flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze, swallows fly in the mud, and Yuanyang sleeps in the warm sand. Du Fu's quatrains are full of orioles and green willows, and a row of egrets are flying in the sky. The window contains the west. In a good year, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay. There is no road to doubt in the mountains, and there is another village. Rain over the mountain village-Wang Jian crows one or two chickens in the rain, and Zhuxi Village Bridge is inclined. The woman and aunt called a silkworm bath and looked at the gardenias in the atrium. My letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue. Autumn water is at the door of my hut all day, leaning against my staff. I listen to cicadas in the evening breeze, the sunset stays at the ferry, and dinner smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I promise the hermit again? Sing a wild poem under five willows? . Qingpingle Village-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green streams. Wu Yin is charming when he is drunk, but who is proud when he is white-haired? When I was young, I hoed beans and streams, and when I was middle-aged, I wove chicken cages. I like children and rogues best. Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl from Zhongnanshan, went down to the blue mountain in the evening, and the moonlight escorted me home. Looking back, I saw my own road, lying in the thick shadows and passing by a friend's farmhouse. We sing to the tune of the pine wind; We finished our song. When the stars set, I was drunk. My friend was very happy. Tao Ran forgot the machine. The Four Seasons' Pastoral Miscellaneous Interest —— The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda has a flat mud mirror, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter and laughter thundered gently, and flail rang all night. April in the Country-Weng Juan is covered with green and rainy. The sun shines through the Woods in the countryside and the smoke is very low. The oriole loves the new cool and flies over the green hills to sing. "Five Wonders of Mountain Village"-Su Shi's bamboo fence hut is surrounded by mountains and waters, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village in spring. There is no peace in the world, and solitary smoke starts from others. The misty rain is coming, and the chickens and dogs are restless. Where can we accommodate it? However, if you teach the scalper and no one appreciates it, someone will advise you to plow. The old man is seventy years old and is ashamed of the sweet bamboo fern in Chunshan. After a while, the child's voice will be fine, better than a year and a half in the city. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you'll be sad by the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall. You can consider traveling less in life. "a merry boy"--a stream song of sun guangxian's maoshe park. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. The water is red and the fragrance is rich. Outside the village house, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa slowly turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day. "Village Scene"-Chen blows the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qing Xiao holds the pole to watch the geese. When the silkworm went upstairs, there were fewer mulberry leaves and more rice seedlings on the water cart. "The boat covered with white bamboo awning is occasionally lent to a nearby village", admiring his white awning boat. Two Confessions of the Global Village Entering the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Raft Going Out of the Wild and the City's Yin and Ye Fen. Slide across the canal, stroll in Jasper, and grow crops in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is dyed with tobacco fat, and musk deer is burned in deep water. When the sunset disappeared, the chickens gathered together. The "village house" Tian family has been busy since then. If the vegetables are moved far away from the water, the fruit will be frosted. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come and have wine, stay in Maotang. "The mountain village is Xiao Si"-open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighbor Weng Shuitou lives. Today, it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy is wearing a short cup. Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Xia Zhizhi is drunk, and Wuliu sings wild poems? . Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo. I play the pipa and hum a song. The voice is too light, and no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, and the weather in late autumn came. Moonlight in its groves of pine, Qingquan Rock upper class. The sound of bamboo returns to the Huan girl, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. If you want to rest in spring, the prince and grandson can stay. I want to go to Songshan Qingchuan, and I want to go for leisure. If the water is intentional, the dusk bird will return. The autumn sunset submerged the distant mountain peaks. Next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. When I look back, the mist is behind me. When I enter them, they are all gone. A central peak separates the wilderness. In Zhong Nanshan, all the valleys are different. If you want to leave someone behind, ask the woodcutter on the other side. It's good to leave home in the middle of the year, and it's better to be alone in the south. It is better to succeed than to know yourself. When you get to a poor place, just sit and watch Yun Qi. It's time for duty. From the passage of a green stream around the mountain for 10,000 times, in less than 30 miles, the rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but where the light dimmed in the dense pine trees, the surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns and weeds flourished along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been pure, and so has Qingchuan. Please stay on the rock and the fishing will be over. In Weichuan, Tianjia obliquely lights up the city, and cattle and sheep return to poor lanes. The wild old man misses the shepherd boy and leans on his cane to wait for Fei Jing. Wheat seedlings are beautiful, silkworms sleep on mulberry leaves. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . New Green Leaves (overnight) Looking at the new green leaves, Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The national gate is near the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary. Baishui is in the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, there were no idle people in the farming month. Home is in the south. Huanghuachuan dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and stops for several miles. I will see the disciples in the circle, and I will see the forest hills. It will rain softly and whisper. Green trees are as gloomy as floating trees. I used to be tired of obscurity, but I was worried about broadmindedness. Brother Cui Puyang has a good autumn scenery in front of the mountain, and the scenery in Kuangjun Pool is idle. Thousands of miles know the mountain in front of the door, and several peaks show clouds. I craggy to the state of Qin, the rain is slanting, and the evening birds are still there. So I am still alive today, and I sigh with shame. Reflect on me from the moss, Xiao Chun and Meng Haoran. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. In the birdsong stream, Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds jump in the spring stream. In the bamboo pavilion, Wang Wei leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest. I played the lute and hummed a song that was too light for anyone to hear. The moon came to take pictures. Meng Haoran stayed in Jiande River and boated in Yanzhu, worrying about new things at dusk. How clear the moon is on the water! . In the mountains, Wang Wei came out of the white stone in the west of Beijing, with thin red leaves. On the mountain road, there is no rain, and the air is green and humid. In the mountains, Wang Wei is empty after the rain, standing in the autumn moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, whispers in the bamboo forest, the laundry girl coming home, the lotus leaf in front of the fishing boat, going to Qiu Lai in spring, what does Wang Sun have to do?