1. Introduction
Landscape pastoral poetry is one of the ancient Chinese poems. It originated from Xie Lingyun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. This type of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, rural scenery, and comfortable and tranquil secluded life. The poetry is meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the line drawing technique is mostly used.
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1. "Zhuli Pavilion"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly .
The people in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
2. "Twelve Poems on a Spring Pastoral"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
The sound of roosters in the deep lanes of willow flowers at noon, the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet .
Nothing happened while I was sitting and sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The earth is about to move and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming.
The wasteland behind the house is still green, and the neighbor is whipping bamboo shoots over the wall.
The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed.
Taoqi fills the village with spring flowers, and they sing and sing during the Qingming Festival.
The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival.
Witch ladies don’t think the taste is thin, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums under the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return.
The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring.
Don’t tie the cow to the road in front of the door, but move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian.
The flower branches of cold food are all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle.
I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I will go to Tiger Hill.
People in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and they recommend green plums to newly opened mash wine.
Richang Road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in that thatched pavilion.
I have a good feeling when I look for spring on my feet, and the water in my hoofs is like a cup after the rain.
He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
Growing the garden yields fruit and rewards the labor, but the children are scratched by the birds.
The thorn needles have been inserted into the shoot paths, and the fishnets have been laid to cover the cherries.
It was an auspicious day to start planting rice bags, and thunder and rain continued all night in Nanshan.
This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields. Take a look at the small bridge after the new rise.
The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberries, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile.
When I wash my clothes in Xitou, I choose to sell them in a shop. At dusk, I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
3. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems in Late Spring"
Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda
Purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and jade snow celery buds are pulled out. long.
I collected hair from the creek to provide for the night, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the rain.
The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling.
Considering that the wind and waves are tight during the plum weather, reed roots are planted from outside water.
Hu butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.
The chickens flew over the fence and the dogs barked, knowing that a merchant was coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out.
The frogs are singing in the dusk and the dawn is rising. The rice fields are very autumn this year.
The air is cool at dawn in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see and move the rice seedlings.
The flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind brings the fragrance of asafoetida.
Three-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors.
It is still the clear morning breeze, and the mulberry picking season temporarily meets.
Around the dirty water, half of the hut is missing.
It is difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice plants. The boat can carry Fengtian back.
The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red.
The children are smiling after returning from picking, and a small cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, neem buds are blooming, and neem seeds are blooming.
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new.
The peonies have broken calyxes and the cherries are ripe, but the flying flowers are not allowed to reduce the spring.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim.
The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door and let the swallows fly.
There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy, in a boat like a leaf, made a duck formation alone and returned home.
4. "Summer Pastoral Miscellany"
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
(1)
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, Maihuaxuebaicai flowers are thin.
No one passes by the fence as the day progresses, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
(2)
In May, the wheat in Wujiang River is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes.
The rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year.
(3)
When two wheats are harvested and a hundred coins are exchanged in autumn, the Tian family calls it a small harvest year.
The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice.
(4)
The water is boiling, the snow is surging, the chariots are noisy, and the rain is noisy.
Sang Gu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other, there are not too many silk cocoons but too many cocoons.
(5)
The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly.
Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, leaving enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
(6)
The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges are plowed up the river and up the ditch;
The terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young men are growing in the step The front of the car.
(7)
Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
(8)
The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days and the weather is cool, and the leaves are green and green, and the mouse ears are in pairs.
The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the idlers are clear and full of the north window.
(9)
Travelers in the yellow dust are sweaty, and they often stay at the farmhouse to wash the well and smell the fragrance;
Sit on the rock in front of the door, it is noon in Liuyin Pavilion cool.
(10)
Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home at night.
The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise.
(11)
The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow with elixirs and the ghosts are withered.
I can’t afford to buy land to grow water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent.
(Twelve)
Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night.
If the deafness is not cured, the dream soul will fight for the bed of quinoa?
5. "Twelve Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems in Autumn"
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are corresponding with each other. Cong.
Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
The Zhumen are full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk.
The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, so there is no need to cross the river star.
The tangerine beetle is like a silkworm entering its transformation machine, and the cocoons hanging from the branches are like coir raincoats;
Suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, and it learns to fly only when its wings are pink.
Quietly watch the eaves spider build its web low, hindering the flight of insects for no reason.
The dragonfly hangs upside down and the bee'er is embarrassed and calls on the mountain boy to help him out.
It’s hard work to be a child. I hate the rain and the wind, and I’m even more timid about the cold.
The note appealed to God to stop plundering the leftovers, and half rewarded private debts and half lost officials.
When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it.
When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until it is clear enough to enter the warehouse.
The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu. You can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky.
The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city.
The mud mirror of Xinzhuchang is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost clears up;
There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the sound of flails is heard all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost.
I don’t hesitate to lose a dendrobium in two minutes, but I still win the chaff core and the full man.
With poppies in bottles and bottles filling the house, Heavenly Cult will make a living intoxicated.
I don’t know if Xindi is ready? The rakes are pounded carefully to buy bighead carp, and the rakes are pounded carefully to sell clams. The west wind blows up the four-cheeked perch.
The cedar is crisp and greasy, except everywhere in Songjiang.
The new frost marks the dawn and announces the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests.
Only the orange garden has a unique scenery, and there are thousands of gold in the green bushes.