Ten most beautiful pastoral poems in ancient times

The most beautiful pastoral poems in ancient times are as follows:

1, through the old village.

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

2. A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

3. Drink fifth.

Building a house is human, and 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.

The rain has passed through the mountain village.

One or two chicks crow in the rain,

Zhuxicun Road Banqiao Inclined.

Mother-in-law called silkworm bath,

Look at the gardenias in the atrium.

5, four seasons mix and match.

Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

No one crossed the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly

6. Go to the nursery in early autumn.

Sunset is merciless and the most affectionate.

Remind all the trees to sing at dusk.

Sounds like there's nowhere to find it,

I found it next to it. There was no sound.

7. Walk down Mount Zhongnan to the pillows and bowls in Hu Si.

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.

Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.

When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.

Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.

I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.

Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.

When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

8. Visit Shanxi Village.

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

9. Good Ma Jian.

Clouds, lights and colors are everywhere.

More than ten weeping willows.

Pheasants flying deer are far out of the grass,

The spring in Niuxiang is sunny.

Xiumei's father is drinking.

Xixiu's daughter is a wild flower.

Self-reading dust meter,

Melancholy, books and fine sand by the stream.

10, Jiangcun.

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?

1 1, pastoral work in spring.

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white 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.

12, Huanxisha.

Soft grass is a new beginning. Light sand and dust-free road. When to clean the coupling.

Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.

13, butterfly lovers spring rose with water.

In spring, a pole rises to add water. Grass and geese, green and breeze.

The original painting is Yu Yi Wan Bai Zhuan. Hengtang Tower is near and far. It is cold in Jiangguo, and farming is late.

Village north village south, Grain Rain plows the fields. Xiumailiangang mulberry leaves are cheap. Looking at the new cocoon.

14, standing the Chendashui Pavilion in summer.

The water pavilion is full of chill, so I'm late.

Look at the rattan and bamboo in the shadow of the stream and smell the lotus in the pool.

Wild children help drunk dance, and mountain birds laugh and sing.

I can't enjoy it all the time, but the smoke is too bright!

15, reading Shan Hai Jing? First of all.

Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.

Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.

After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books.

Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back.

Busy spring wine, picking vegetables in the garden.

The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze.

Browse the biography of Zhou Wang and the map of mountains and seas.

Pitching to the end of the universe, what if you are unhappy?