Poems about rural beauty 1. Ancient poems describing rural scenery
The poem describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside is: we look at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains;
Poems describing the winter scenery
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)
2. In the autumn moon, Yangming Creek, Dongling Lane and Han Songmei. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons)
3. The neighbors in the south are even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: The Storm on October 28th)
4. Make haste in winter tonight, and get older tomorrow. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")
5. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems")
When the severe winter came, all the flowers disappeared. (Chen Yi: "Mei")
7. I don't know if the spraying has started recently, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum")
Children are neighbors in winter and snowy days, but fools on the shore are precious. (Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb)
9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I report my shadow in front of the 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: "Xiaozhi")
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
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, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass))
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's chores))
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
10. Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")
Summer in Poetry
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley 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, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ")
5. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (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, and how much is known about the past. (Li Jue: "Yu Meiren")
10. I want to say that I am still resting, but I say it is a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shuboshan Road ")
2. Poems 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 Old People's 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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3. 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 crossed the river and went to the 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.
4. Poems describing rural scenery
The poem describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside is: we look at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains;
Poems describing the winter scenery
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)
2. In the autumn moon, Yangming Creek, Dongling Lane and Han Songmei. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons)
3. The neighbors in the south are even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: The Storm on October 28th)
4. Make haste in winter tonight, and get older tomorrow. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")
5. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems")
When the severe winter came, all the flowers disappeared. (Chen Yi: "Mei")
7. I don't know if the spraying has started recently, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum")
Children are neighbors in winter and snowy days, but fools on the shore are precious. (Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb)
9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I report my shadow in front of the 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: "Xiaozhi")
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
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, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass))
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's chores))
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
10. Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")
Summer in Poetry
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley 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, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ")
5. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (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, and how much is known about the past. (Li Jue: "Yu Meiren")
10. I want to say that I am still resting, but I say it is a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shuboshan Road ")
5. 10 Ancient poems describing rural natural scenery
Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn 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. Message from Wangchuan Bieye (Wang Wei) The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is gurgling every day.
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? . The four seasons are idyllic (Fan Chengda) with golden plums and fat apricots, and the flowers of wheat and cabbage are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly back to the garden (Tao Yuanming). There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
There is water, rice and leaves everywhere in Xinliang (Xuji). The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is very low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Birds singing In the Tang Dynasty, people in Wang Wei were idle with osmanthus flowers. In the dead of night, Shan Ye was empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in the riverside night scene stone. He is the prophet of riverside water heating duck. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
In the Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
On the social day, the king of Tang rushed rice and Liang Xia's goose lake and mountain, and the finless porpoise and chicken were half hidden and half appeared. It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.
In the village night, Bai Juyi frosted grass to cut insects, and the people in the south of the village went north. Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
6. Ancient poems describing rural scenery
1、
Song luyou
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.
2、
Don du fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
3、
Don du fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
4、
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
5、
Tang Meng Hao ran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
6、
Tang Meng Hao ran
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.
7、
Don
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
8、
Don
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
9、
Don
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.
10、
Don
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
1 1、
Dong Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
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.
12、
Song Xin qi Ji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
13、
Song Xin qi Ji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
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.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
14、
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
15、
Song luyou
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.
7. Poems describing rural beauty
Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in the remote mountainous area. We talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Du fu's quatrains
When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.
Du fu's quatrains
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is another village with a bright future.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village is inclined.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
Now the mountain is cold and blue, autumn water flows through my hut door all day and leans on my staff. I listen to cicadas staying at the ferry in the evening breeze and sunset, and the midnight snack smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I mortgage the great hermit and sing a wild poem in Wuliu? .
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. Who is old? The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus.
8. Ancient poems about rural scenery
A farmhouse by the Wei River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
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! .
Wang Wei in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
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.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
9. Ancient poems describing rural scenery
Meng Haoran: I passed by the old village that prepared chicken and rice for me. My old friends and 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. The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.
The wine in front of the street is thin and drunk, and the eyes are full of spring worries. Bai Juyi's "Spring Breeze in the South of the Yangtze River" belongs to Chu Qing, and the rain breaks the lake and warms it.
Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.
It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. Bai Juyi's South Lake Spring is already late, so there is no need to be disappointed and resentful.
The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season. Du Mu sighed that the flower street was raining and crisp, and the grass was far and near.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. In early spring, Han Yu put forward a topic to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water Resources. After the mountain temple was destroyed, the group courtyard was usually built in the pure morning, close to the old temple, and the early sunshine pointed to the treetops. My way passed through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat.
And the human mind touches peace in a pool, a beautiful mountain and a pleasant horse. And a thousand voices were silent, but I heard the sound of the clock plate.
10. Ancient poems about rural beauty
Passing through Meng Haoran, an old man's village, prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm, and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. Let's have a banquet and talk about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. I'll come back when I'm on holiday in the mountains and in the chrysanthemum season. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in the sunset, flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze, swallows fly in the mud, and Yuanyang sleeps in the warm sand. Du Fu's quatrains are full of orioles and green willows, and a row of egrets are flying in the sky. The window contains the west. In a good year, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay. There is no road to doubt in the mountains, and there is another village. Rain over the mountain village-Wang Jian crows one or two chickens in the rain, and Zhuxi Village Bridge is inclined. The woman and aunt called a silkworm bath and looked at the gardenias in the atrium. My letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue. Autumn water is at the door of my hut all day, leaning against my staff. I listen to cicadas in the evening breeze, the sunset stays at the ferry, and dinner smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I promise the hermit again? Sing a wild poem under five willows? . Qingpingle Village-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green streams. Wu Yin is charming when he is drunk, but who is proud when he is white-haired? When I was young, I hoed beans and streams, and when I was middle-aged, I wove chicken cages. I like children and rogues best. Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl from Zhongnanshan, went down to the blue mountain in the evening, and the moonlight escorted me home. Looking back, I saw my own road, lying in the thick shadows and passing by a friend's farmhouse. We sing to the tune of the pine wind; We finished our song. When the stars set, I was drunk. My friend was very happy. Tao Ran forgot the machine. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" —— Fan Chengda's newly-built farm is flat with mud mirrors, and every family plays rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter and laughter thundered gently, and flail rang all night. April in the Country-Weng Juan is covered with green and rainy. The sun shines through the Woods in the countryside and the smoke is very low. The oriole loves the new cool and flies over the green hills to sing. "Five Wonders of Mountain Village"-Su Shi's bamboo fence hut is surrounded by mountains and waters, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village in spring. There is no peace in the world, and solitary smoke starts from others. The misty rain is coming, and the chickens and dogs are restless. Where can we accommodate it? However, if you teach the scalper and no one appreciates it, someone will advise you to plow. The old man is seventy years old and is ashamed of the sweet bamboo fern in Chunshan. After a while, the child's voice will be fine, better than a year and a half in the city. I'm ashamed of stealing and forgetting, but you'll be sad by the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall. You can consider traveling less in life. "a merry boy"--a stream song of sun guangxian's maoshe park. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. The water is red and the fragrance is rich. Outside the village house, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa slowly turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day. "Village Scene"-Chen blows the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qing Xiao holds the pole to watch the geese. When the silkworm went upstairs, there were fewer mulberry leaves and more rice seedlings on the water cart. "The boat covered with white bamboo awning is occasionally lent to a nearby village", admiring his white awning boat. Two Confessions of the Global Village Entering the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Raft Going Out of the Wild and the City's Yin and Ye Fen. Slide across the canal, stroll in Jasper, and grow crops in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is dyed with tobacco fat, and musk deer is burned in deep water. When the sunset disappeared, the chickens gathered together. The "village house" Tian family has been busy since then. If the vegetables are moved far away from the water, the fruit will be frosted. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come and have wine, stay in Maotang. "The mountain village is Xiao Si"-open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighbor Weng Shuitou lives. Today, it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy is wearing a short cup. Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Xia Zhijie is drunk, five willows sing wild poems? . Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo. I play the pipa and hum a song. The voice is too light, and no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, and the weather in late autumn came. Moonlight in its groves of pine, Qingquan Rock upper class. The sound of bamboo returns to the Huan girl, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. If you want to rest in spring, the prince and grandson can stay. If you go to Songshan to make Qingchuan grow thin, your horses and chariots will be idle. If the water is intentional, the yellow bird will come back ... The autumn sunset inundates the distant peaks. Next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Its huge height is close to the paradise city, connecting a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. Clouds, when I look back, behind me, the mist, when I enter them, are all gone. A central peak separates the wilderness. In Zhong Nanshan, all the valleys. If you want to leave someone behind, ask the woodcutter on the other side. It's good to leave home in the middle of the year, and it's better to be alone in the south. It is better to succeed than to know yourself. When you get to a poor place, just sit and watch Yun Qi. It's time for duty. From the passage of a green stream around the mountain for 10,000 times, in less than 30 miles, the rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but where the light dimmed in the dense pine trees, the surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns and weeds flourished along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been pure, and so has Qingchuan. Please stay on the rock and the fishing will be over. In Weichuan, Tianjia obliquely lights up the city, and cattle and sheep return to poor lanes. The wild old man misses the shepherd boy and leans on his cane to wait for Fei Jing. Wheat seedlings are beautiful, silkworms sleep on mulberry leaves. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . New Green Leaves (overnight) Looking at the new green leaves, Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The national gate is near the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary. Baishui is in the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, there were no idle people in the farming month. Home is in the south. Huanghuachuan dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and stops for several miles. I will see the disciples in the circle, and I will see the forest hills. It will rain softly and whisper. Green trees are as gloomy as floating trees. I used to be tired of obscurity, but I was worried about broadmindedness. Brother Cui Puyang has a good autumn scenery in front of the mountain, and the scenery in Kuangjun Pool is idle. Thousands of miles know the mountain in front of the door, and several peaks show clouds. I craggy to the state of Qin, the rain is slanting, and the evening birds are still there. So I am still alive today, and I sigh with shame. Reflect on me from the moss, Xiao Chun and Meng Haoran. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. In the birdsong stream, Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds jump in the spring stream. In the bamboo pavilion, Wang Wei leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest. I played the lute and hummed a song that was too light for anyone to hear. The moon came to take pictures. Meng Haoran stayed in Jiande River and boated in Yanzhu, worrying about new things at dusk. How clear the moon is on the water! . In the mountains, Wang Wei came out of the white stone in the west of Beijing, with thin red leaves. On the mountain road, there is no rain, and the air is green and humid. In the mountains, Wang Wei is empty after the rain, standing in the autumn moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, whispers in the bamboo forest, the laundry girl coming home, the lotus leaf in front of the fishing boat, going to Qiu Lai in spring, what does Wang Sun have to do?