2. There are poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas.
(Song) Fan Chengda
Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Niaomingjian
Don
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
In the spring stream.
Guogurenzhuang
meng haoran
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.
Wang Wei
Chai Lu
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.
However, I think I heard a voice.
Sunlight enters the Woods,
Reflected from the green moss to me.
Qingpingle country house
Xin Qiji
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.
Wang Wei
Mountain house in autumn
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.
Tour of Shanxi village
Lu you
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.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Wait, wait ~ ~
There are many pastoral poems. The poems of several famous poets, such as Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Tao Yuanming and Fan Chengda, are mostly idyllic.
3. Meng Haoran's poem "Passing the Old Village" describing the rural scenery:
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.
Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
2. Du Fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
3. Du Fu's quatrains
"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.
Four. Wang Wei's pastoral poems
Autumn sentiment in mountain residence
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.
Chai Lu
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but it is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Nei Nei
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Niaomingjian
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.
4. Wang Wei's pastoral poems
Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, 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.
Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
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.
"Bird Watching Creek" is full of people's idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, 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. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Tianjiahang
Author: Wang Jian
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.
In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.
There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.
Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Wild old songs were recorded.
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
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.
Nieshangtianjia
Sell new silk in February,
The new valley in May.
Heal the pain in front of your eyes,
Cut out my heart.
I hope the king's heart,
Turn into a candle.
Not according to the feast of renewing the frontier,
Take a partial view of the escape house.
Guantian author: Wei
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Widows in the mountains
Don Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
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.
Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran
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.
Yan Du Xing Fu
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net was frozen in the cold,
Don't shoot the geese singing the sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.
High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people valued fish more than birds,
You shouldn't have killed Nan Hong Fei for nothing. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house.
In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carving mud is the easiest way to get it.
Likes and dislikes do not match looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Burning songs and listening to the clouds
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.
The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.
Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.
Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.
The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.
Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.
Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.
Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (1) Fan 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 (2)
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.
5. There are five poems about rural life, one of which is Tao Yuanming's love for mountains. Thirteen years after falling into the dust net by mistake, birds love the old forest and fish in the pond miss home. After clearing land in the south, they returned to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses, 89 thatched houses, the back eaves of Liu Yin, and the warmth of Luo tang qian in Li Tao. Virtual rooms have more leisure. After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature. Secondly, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. During the day, I hide the scenery and think about wine. When I get back to the market, I'll wear grass. Meet without gossip, but know Sang Ma long. Sangma is getting longer and longer and my land is getting wider and wider. I am often afraid of frost, which will be like grass. The dew in the evening stained my clothes. I didn't care enough about them, but I didn't go against my will. I spent four years traveling and enjoying myself in the wild. I tried to take my son and nephew to the wild market. I wandered between the hills and valleys where I used to live. There are remnants of well stoves, and mulberry and bamboo rot. I asked the people who got paid, and this person told me that he was dead and never recovered. I abandoned the market all my life. I met my feet and drank my newly cooked wine. My chicken attracted me to the office. When you enter the room during the day, it is already dark, and the scene is paid for the candle. Happiness and bitterness are short, and it has returned to Tianxu. Brief introduction to the poet Tao Yuanming (365-427), with a distinctive personality, was called Mr. Wuliu. After his death, his relatives and friends married Jingjie privately.
Chaisang people in Xunyang (now Jiujiang City) in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Writing background In the second year of Jin Dynasty, that is, the year after Yuan Ming resigned from Peng, the poet wrote five famous poems and returned to the garden. This is the poet's farewell to the old and welcome the new. The profound ideological changes it reflects and the exquisite artistic skills it shows are not only valued by scholars who have always studied Tao Yuanming. The appreciation of five poems in "Returning to the Garden" is an inseparable organic whole. This is not only because the five poems describe the poet's rich and fulfilling seclusion life from resignation, gathering with relatives and friends, enjoying farming, visiting the elderly and drinking at night, but more importantly, they are natural and enjoyable in terms of the feelings expressed. However, the bright color of happiness and optimism reflects the whole article. Some commentators are happy to praise the "non-adhesion" in Yuan Ming's chest. In fact, "adhesion" still exists. That is to say, in the resignation in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, I wrote "the word belongs to Xi", but there were also sentences of "being disappointed and sad alone". In other words, there is always a trace of sadness in his heart. Nature loves Qiushan "), but it gradually becomes clear in the process of constantly filtering out ideological impurities. Just as a person doesn't want to touch the hidden pain in his heart, the poet doesn't want to mention the filthy officialdom he just pulled out of in Returning to the Garden. It's a pity to fall into the dust net by mistake. And "walking for thirteen years" means that he "devoted himself to school" from the age of 29. 4 1 year-old "fifty bushels of rice, how can you bow down and go back to the village? "I resigned from pengze county for thirteen years as the official rise and fall. However, today, after all, I got what I wanted, and my mood at this moment suddenly relieved. " There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine huts. "Among them, there is also a hometown." I Love My Family "is affectionate." Yin's back eaves. The cool breeze soothed the anxiety in the poet's heart. In front of me, the beauty of peaches and plums is too numerous to mention, which has aroused much joy in the poet's heart. The poet is communicating with ignorant plants and trees. From a distance, the kitchen smoke melted in the twilight, and I listened attentively, vaguely listening to the barking of dogs and chickens. The papers piled up in front of him disappeared and were replaced by beloved "Qing Qin" and "different books". A variety of tricks "("Breaking Up with Shan Juyuan ") is regarded as the reason for being an official. The poet here seems to have used the word "dust" intentionally or unintentionally. He told us that everything he had suffered from the "dust net" was over and there would be no more. In this sense, it is indeed a bit "vacant"; But in reality, he returned to a life completely arranged and dominated by himself. "After staying in the cage for a long time, he returned to nature. "Dragon and Thirteen Years set each other off, Fan Cage and Dust Net set each other off, Sex and Sex set each other off, and the word" return "made it clear that the poet who returned to the soul finally got gratifying compensation." There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. "I think these two sentences should be interpreted in reverse:" I came to the wild for rare people, and I lived in a secluded alley to avoid rewards. "It should be noted that this is not an objective narrative, but a subjective choice. The poet retired from officialdom to "wild" and from "wild" to I'm afraid I'm not far from the world. I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm not far from the world. I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid that life in the country is simple and even poor, quiet and even lonely. However, it is this environment that enables people to acquire the same language and cultivate a simple and sincere feeling. "They will be happy sooner or later if they hear more people." (Migration) The poet spared no expense in his life. It is this kind of true feelings between heaven and earth. A new life begins with the shame of being trapped in the official office by plowing and washing snow. Perhaps it is because of the shackles of the official body and the decline of physical fitness. Perhaps because of the long-term separation from the countryside, agronomy is a bit sparse. "Grass is full of bean seedlings" and it is not well cultivated. What is revealed here is a sense of shame and self-encouragement. "The morning is ridiculous, and Yuelian takes it home." Just in terms of time.
6. Poems describing rural life and poems describing 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"
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. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. -April in rural Weng Juan.
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
Poems describing the scenery:
One water to protect the field will surround the green, and two mountains will send green —— Wang Song Anshi's Book of Mr. Yin's Lake Wall
There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream-Wang Wei
Tianmen breaks the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows back here-Li Bai sees Tianmen Mountain.
The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside. —— Fan Zhongyan
Emei Mountain in autumn, the shadow into the Pingqiang River. At night, the Qingxi River flows to the Three Gorges. I miss you, but I can't see Yuzhou. -Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
One water protects the field, and two mountains send green —— Wang Anshi's "Mr. Yin writes the wall of the lake"
The water is Ming Che, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -After Su Shi's Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake, it rained.
Water raises eyes and mountains gather eyebrows "—— The Operator by Wang Guan"
1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao's view of the sea)
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
5. Looking horizontally, the side of the ridge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. (Su Shi's topic Xilin wall)
6. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")
7. Climb the East Mountain and be small, climb Mount Tai and be small. (Confucius)
water
1, Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with flat water surface and low cloud feet. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
2. How does the water of the Yellow River move out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever? (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")
3. Who knows that life is endless? The running water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chickens with white hair. (Su Shi)
4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai)
5. As for launching Xiangling, it is along the back block. (Li Daoyuan's "Three Gorges")
6. The water is blue and as deep as a thousands of feet. You can swim with the fine stone and look directly at it. (Wu Jun and Zhu Shu)
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7. High-quality answers describing pastoral poems.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
(Song) Fan Chengda
Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Niaomingjian
Don
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
It rings in the spring stream.
Guogurenzhuang
meng haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Wang Wei
Chai Lu
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.
However, I think I heard a voice.
Sunlight enters the Woods,
Reflected from the green moss to me.
Qingpingle country house
Xin Qiji
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream.
The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Wang Wei
Mountain house in autumn
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Tour of Shanxi village
Lu you
Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There's a village where there's no road.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.