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.
Translation:
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.
Second, "Wang Chuan Bieye Zhi Shu" Tang
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are 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? .
Translation:
Hanshan became particularly gloomy and gloomy, and autumn water slowly flowed into the distance day by day.
My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the wind.
The sun is going down at the ferry, and the smoke in the village is drifting away.
I met Pei Di again, the neat drunk, and I was as crazy as Tao Qian in front of me.
Third, "Return to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
Translation:
Birds in cages often miss the mountains of the past, while fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I would like to reclaim wasteland in the southern wilderness, keep my simplicity and return to farming.
There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts.
The shade of elm willow covered the back eaves of the house, and peaches and Li Lie filled the front yard in spring.
Fourth, "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang Wangwei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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.
Translation:
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of 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.
Five, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Song Fan Chengda
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.
Translation:
Go out to mow the grass in the field during the day and come back to rub the hemp rope at night. Both men and women on the farm carry the burden at home.
Children don't know how to cultivate, but they also plant melons under mulberry trees like adults.
2. I salute you for your rural children's poems or pastoral poems, your remote and desolate corner.
Peace, labor and inspiration live here,
Here, intoxicated in the arms of happiness,
I flow away quietly like water.
I belong to you: I abandoned the maze of coquettish women,
I gave up luxurious banquets and vain happiness,
Dedicated to the whispers in the forest and the tranquility in the wild,
A partner who is committed to freedom, happiness and meditation.
I belong to you-I love this beautiful garden,
The blooming flowers in the garden and the coolness of habits,
I like this meadow dotted with fragrant hay.
Clear streams gurgled in the bushes.
In front of my eyes, there are vivid color pictures everywhere:
In this color picture, I see two light blue lakes.
The fisherman's sail sparkled in the twinkling lake light,
On the other side of the lake are rolling hills and winding farmland.
There are sporadic houses and farmhouses in the distance.
There are herds of cattle and sheep foraging on the wet shore of the lake.
The drying room is smoking, and the windmill of the mill is spinning;
Everywhere presents the scene of abundance and labor. ...
I belong here and get rid of the fetters of worldly glitz.
I'm learning how to find down-to-earth happiness,
I obey the laws of nature with a free heart,
I no longer listen to the endless complaints of those ignorant people.
I learned to pray with compassion and patience,
Instead of admiring those villains and fools,
Let them enjoy the reputation of injustice.
Prophets of all ages, please point out the maze!
In this solemn seclusion,
Listen to your sweet voice more truly.
It dispels the sad dream of laziness,
It ignited my desire to work,
Your meditation can stimulate creativity,
Is developing and growing in my heart.
However, an ominous thought is full of sadness:
In this thriving field and mountains,
A human friend looked sadly,
Everywhere is the sight of pain and ignorance.
Ignore tears, ignore moans,
The bane of these doomed people,
These cruel and savage lords,
Just waving their violent whips and vines,
Seize farmers' labor, property and time.
Weak slaves succumbed to other people's plowshares,
Dragging ridges and ditches with difficulty,
Bow to the whip of the heartless master.
Everyone here has been dragging a heavy shackle all his life.
I dare not give birth to a glimmer of hope and desire,
The young girls here are as beautiful as flowers,
Just for ruthless little people to destroy at will.
In the eyes of elderly parents, the next generation will have a rest.
Is the dependence of life, is the person who works,
But they have been breeding in their ancestors' huts for generations,
But they are just suffering slaves driven away from generation to generation.
Oh, I hope my voice can shake people's hearts!
Why is there only futile enthusiasm burning in my chest?
And fate didn't give me the gift of generosity and eloquence?
Ah, friends! Am I lucky enough to see it?
The tsar liberated the people from the shackles of slavery,
One day, over our motherland.
Has the brilliant dawn of enlightenment and freedom broken out?
3. The sentence describing rural children's field activities blows with a rustling golden wind. The endless rice fields are like waves on the sea, and the heavy ears of grain are like shy girls, shyly lowering their heads.
In the field, an ear of sorghum stands proudly. Autumn wind blows, they are like handfuls of victory torches, shaking happily.
The fields are green, but they are different: dark green, oil green and light green, neatly divided into small pieces.
The field is not wild at all: it has her charm, like the little flash she sends out; Golden, not stingy; The softness of the wind, like her ribbon, flutters in the rice fragrance, pulling the straw, as if fireflies would come out quietly.
The fields are green, but they are different: dark green, oily green, light green, … neatly divided into small pieces.
How the grassland looks like the sea! Only quieter than the sea; How the grassland is like a picture without a frame, so vast that you can't see the edge.
Ah! The fields on summer nights are dripping with gold.
Shouting, frolicking and the murmur of running water make the fields in summer more vibrant.
4. Poem Yang Wanli describing rural children
Zhi Zi farmers and soldiers
Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.
A jade chime rang through the forest, and suddenly a glass crackled.
Yang Wanli
Su Xinshi xugong branch
Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.
I slept for a long time, thinking mercilessly, watching children catch willow branches.
Yuan Mei
find
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Bai Juyi
Chishang
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.
High set
Cunju
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Mulberry Tea Tunnel (7) and Shepherd Boy in Anlefang;
In Mystery, when it is windy and rainy, the grass is full of flowers and the water is full of streams.
When a cow ate Liu Yinxi, the boy Liu Yin was sleeping.
Mu Tong Lv Yan
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
let
Song Yang Wanli
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Qingpingle village house
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Last/better/previous/last name
(Tang) Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.
The Wind and the Kite (I) Xu Wei
Wicker rubbing thread and cotton, rubbing enough to fly a kite.
How much power can spring breeze disperse and take children to the sky?
find
Qing Yuan Mei
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
"Xugong Store in the New City" Song Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Children's Fishing Tang
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Mu Tong Huang Song Ting Jian
Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
Huayingsong sushi
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Get up in early summer
Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
"Tian Jia" Fan Song Chengda
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Gaoding village house
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
Back home, I wrote Tanghe Zhangzhi.
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Where did the laughter come from?
Gubai
I didn't know the moon when I was young.
Call it a white jade plate.
I also doubt Yao Taijing,
Fly at the end of Qingyun.
5. Spring/summer/autumn/winter/mountain/water/day/month/wind/flower/rain/snow/grass/willow/tree/bird/river/cloud/farewell/affection/homesick poem Chun 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass)) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous History) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall.
(Ye Shaoweng: It's not worth going to the park) In the poem, summer is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer.
(Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
(Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat. ("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days.
(Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep.
(Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute.
(Qin Guan: "Dark Sun in March") Poetry Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. (Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February.
(Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither.
("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. (Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies.
(Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. (Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here.
(Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? In Shu Dao) Shidong 1. For example, this winter, it was held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)' 2. Autumn moon on the ground, Han Xiuge in Dongling.
(Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "October 28th is a storm") 4. Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old.
(Dong Sigong: "Shousui") 5. Ming Sheng has an autumn wind, buying wine and flying snow in winter. (Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear.
(Chen Yi: Mei) 7. I don't know that the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum") 8. It is foolish but precious for children to learn to be neighbors in winter.
(Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb) 9. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. (Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night) 10. The weather and personnel are urging each other, the winter solstice is sunny, and spring is coming again.
(Du Fu: Xiao Zhi) Poem Zhongshan 1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
(Wang Zhihuan: At the Heron Villa) 3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Wang Yue) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
(Du Fu: Dream of Spring) 5. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu) 6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
(Li Bai: Guan Shanyue). Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain) 8. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
(Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden) 9. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? Book Jiangxi wound wall) 10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain.
The water in the poem is 1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jian Peijun) 2. What are water and mountains and islands?
(Cao Cao: Looking at the sea) 3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose) 4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.
(Li Bai: Looking at Tianmen Mountain) 5. There is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village") 6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.
(Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 7. Jiang Shuiping, Yangliuqing, I hear the song on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: Zhuzhi Ci) 8. At sunrise, the river is red and the fire is stronger. The river is green like the blue of spring.
(Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 9. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli: Xiaochi) 10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating.
(Su Shi: "Hui Chong {Night Scene by the River")) Poem Sino-Japanese 1. Sunrise in the southeast corner, shine on me in Qin Lou. ("Han Yuefu? Shang Mo sings) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people.
(Wang Zhihuan: In the Lodge of Herons) 3. When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. (Du Fu: "Jueju") 4. The sunset is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
(Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 5. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei: Go to the Fortress) 6. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
(Chang Jian: Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple) 7. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 8. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
(Wang Anshi: January Day) 9. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. (Yang Wanli: (See Jingci Temple seeing Lin Zifang off) 10. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone.
(Li Bai: Looking at Tianmen Mountain) Moon in Poetry 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . Meng Haoran: Sleeping on Jiande River) 3. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
(Wang Wei: Autumn in a Mountain Residence) 4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "The Next Song") 5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
(Li Bai: Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) 6. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Panyu. (Li.