Lu Chai Wang Wei? (Tang Dynasty)
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Visiting my old friend’s village Meng Haoran? (Tang Dynasty)
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn Wang Wei? (Tang Dynasty)
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
"April in the Countryside"? Weng Juan? (Song Dynasty)?
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" ?Fan Chengda (Song Dynasty)
At the beginning of the auspicious day, the rice buns were planted, and the thunder and rain continued all night long in Nanshan.
This year I don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise.
Basic information on "pastoral scenery":
Definition
Pastoral scenery generally refers to the countryside with natural scenery, which is equivalent to pastoral style. As the carrier of pastoral style, the countryside is closer to the original natural environment than the city. People living in the countryside have a simple lifestyle, are open-minded and straightforward by nature, and have low psychological pressure.
Pastoral style
Pastoral style can almost be equated with country style. Therefore, in today's increasingly developed cities, due to the noisy and increasingly polluted urban environment and the fast pace of life, there is busy work pressure. This has made modern urbanites turn their envious eyes to the countryside that they once disdained. They have renewed their curiosity or yearning for the rural lifestyle. I am also interested in the unique folk art forms that have remained in the countryside that were once ignored. More and more urbanites prefer to move their families to nearby villages and drive to work by themselves. Many wealthy people are also willing to own country houses as one of their capital to show off. "Opening the garden, talking about mulberry and hemp over wine." "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains" and other lifestyles spoken by ancient poets have been picked up and reinterpreted by people.
As a large number of ordinary urban residents and the middle class, they have no conditions to own and enjoy the country villas of rich men. But I also hope to have my own "paradise" in a small home in a reinforced concrete forest. Even just a pot of flowers is a sign of life. It can give you enough relief and encouragement for your tired body and mind every day. Indeed, living in an idyllic paradise on earth is the most ideal way of life for people. In just a few decades, everyone is willing to fight for a paradise for their whole life.
The pastoral style design in modern homes certainly advocates "returning to nature". Only by combining nature can we achieve physical and psychological balance in today's fast-paced social life. Therefore, the pastoral style strives to express the natural taste of pastoral life. This kind of natural interest comes at a time when people are worried about the rapid expansion of human cities, the deterioration of the urban environment, and the increasing alienation between people. It caters to people's concern, return and desire for the natural environment. Therefore, it has created the revival and popularity of pastoral style design in today's era.
Good sentences to describe pastoral scenery
I remember that in the frosty dusk, in the smoke from the kitchen not far away, the earth held the round and big sweet potatoes, and I looked at them at a glance , that feeling is so "exhilarating" in today's terms! ?
2. The rice in the fields is ripe and yellow, like a big piece of gold. ?
3. Orange and round persimmons hang on the trees beside the road; golden and huge pear fruits are covered with branches. ?
4. The snow-white cotton in the garden is like a sea of ??clouds, yellow corn is piled all over the yard, bright red peppers hang in front of the window, and crisp red dates are dotted all over the trees. ?
5. Listening to the chirping of cicadas in the forest, admiring the color of lotuses by the pool, and boating on the lake are the most beautiful enjoyments. ?
6. Standing in front of the window and looking around, everything is green, and there are several farmers standing in the bushes, working non-stop. ?
7. Then The green grass everywhere, the reeds swaying gently in the breeze, and the bushes filled with night herons, were like a three-dimensional pastoral painting, quietly displayed before my eyes. ?
8. When the sunshine in the countryside is not too bright, the sky will be very blue, with flocculent white clouds hanging below, at the end of the sky; above the clouds are strands like light silk spun by silkworms. Thin clouds floating leisurely and distantly. ?
9. A curl of smoke rises from the sky above the small village, like a girl wearing a white gauze dancing gracefully under the sunlight.
10. Behind the village is an endless mulberry garden. Moistened by the spring rain and dew, the mulberry trees have sprouted new buds, and the entire mulberry garden is an endless ocean.
11. The mountains to the south are high and lush with trees. The precious white pine and red pine are all lush and green, tall and tall, and evergreen.
A composition about pastoral scenery
"Pastoral Scenery"
The rain comes from the sky delicately, softly, silently or even colorlessly world.
Carefully caressing the square inch of land, caressing all the creatures on the land.
Looking across the wetness and through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for traces of the rain, trying to catch its light figure. However, its naughtiness turned back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart. I know that it is what I think it is at this time, following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaf to the other lower corner of the leaf. From crystal clear to dripping, swirling and dripping into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?
Being smart is the other side. How can such light rain not make people's hearts flutter? How to prevent people from gazing through the window? When the light rain dims the sight, the restlessness deep in the heart actually calms down. It's like the originally messy house in front of you in the sun. After the rain washes away the dusty noise, it begins to reveal its patchwork under the careless rendering of gray. The white-gray building with its grid lines perfectly reflects the endless gray sky.
The houses in the distance are looming, covered with mysterious gauze, swaying with jagged tree shadows, conveying the beauty of illusion in the rain. The replacement of green and yellow in late autumn has also reduced the sharpness and compellingness of the sunshine by a few inches, adding a softness that whispers in the wind. Whether it is infatuation or anger, they are all the deep feelings that the poet can't express in his writing. ?
There are even more out-of-season green vegetables in the countryside, with tender faces raised, and they begin to sing green under the moisture of the rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters...?
So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself spread out among the trees. Pastoral paths. Abandon the barrier of umbrellas and have the closest contact with the light rain. It wasn't until the slightest chill penetrated my thin long skirt that I realized the change of seasons. This is how it is when living in the South. I often stumble into a new season without any boundary preparation. But this is fine, because many awakenings suddenly appear in my ignorant smile, rather than being captured in the inexplicable exclamation of the change of seasons. It was raining lightly at this time, and although it could be called winter rain, its unique breath was filled with unspoken tenderness. I like it to land quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, in the form of kisses, and surround me with deep sweetness.
A few bunches of hair hanging in front of the shoulders gradually took on its clear and hazy figure. Looking down at it, imagining that I would become more beautiful because of it, my smile already faded. Filling the corners of my lips, penetrating the coldness of winter...?
When I smile, I will indeed think of you. It turns out that whether the moon is like water or it is drizzling, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist.