Poetry about rural scenery 1. Poetry describing rural scenery
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. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. -Tang Du Fu's Two Poems
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2. Poems describing rural scenery
1. This kind of poems can be summarized as pastoral poems, please choose as follows: 1, passing by the old village Author: Meng Haoran, 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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. 2, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Author: Fan Chengda plum apricot fat, wheat cabbage flower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly 3, summer village Miscellaneous Author: Fan Chengda plum apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc.
The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year. Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family.
There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind. Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain.
Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons. The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax.
Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes. Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs. The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.
Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon. Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late.
The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly. It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts.
I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent. As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long.
If we don't treat the deaf-mute people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa? 4, the kind of pillow and bowl that walked down Zhongnanshan to Hu Si Author: Li Bai walked down the blue mountain in the evening, and the moonlight was my escort on my way home. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.
When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.
I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine. Second, extended introduction: pastoral poetry, one of the ancient Chinese poems.
Xie Lingyun and Tao Yuanming, who originated in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, were represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty. This kind of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, pastoral scenery and comfortable seclusion.
Poetry and painting are meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is beautiful and refined, and the line drawing technique is used. Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the pastoral school in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the landscape school in the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the pastoral school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
The poet takes landscape and countryside as aesthetic objects, and throws delicate brushstrokes into quiet mountains and leisurely fields to create an idyllic life to express his dissatisfaction with reality and his yearning for a quiet and peaceful life.
3. Ancient poems describing rural natural scenery
I passed by my old friend Meng Haoran of Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) and prepared chicken rice for me. My old friend, you entertained 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. Traveling to Shanxi Village (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 (Tang) Wang Wei's "Wan Chuan sends a cold mountain", where autumn water gurgles.
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? . Birds are singing in the stream, osmanthus flowers are falling, 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. Xinyiwu wood powder hibiscus, with red calyx in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 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. 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! .
In the idyllic cottage in spring, spring pigeons sing and apricot blossoms are 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.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Chai Lu, 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.
Xinqing Wang Ye Xinqingyuan Metallurgical Mine. Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.
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.
My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face. "Jueju" (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu has beautiful mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. In April (Song Dynasty), Weng Juan was covered with green, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
4. Ancient poems about rural scenery
I passed by my old friend Meng Haoran of Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) and prepared chicken rice for me. My old friend, you entertained 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. Traveling to Shanxi Village (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 (Tang) Wang Wei's "Wan Chuan sends a cold mountain", where autumn water gurgles.
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? . 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. 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. 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! .
In the idyllic cottage in spring, spring pigeons sing and apricot blossoms are 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.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Chai Lu, 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.
Xinqing Wang Ye Xinqingyuan Metallurgical Mine. Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.
There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.
Zhang Ji's 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.
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.
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 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.
Meng Haoran passed by the old village and prepared 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 quatrains are beautiful in mountains and rivers and fragrant in spring flowers and plants. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du Fu's quatrains: Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets soar into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
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! .
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.