There are poems describing landscapes and pastoral poems in the Book of Songs. Later, Tao Yuanming devoted all his efforts to writing pastoral poems, which was the first monument of pastoral poetry. Xie Lingyun, Xie Tiao and other poets in the Southern Dynasty wrote a large number of landscape poems. Since then, , landscapes and pastoral poems have become a common theme for poets. Below I will share my poems describing landscapes and pastoral poems. Everyone is welcome to learn from them!
Xiaochi
Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle,
The shade of the tree shines on the water and the water is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners.
A dragonfly has already stood on its head.
Returning and Lai Ci
Dynasty: Jin Dynasty Author: Tao Yuanming
Returning and Lai Ci (with Preface)
Yu The family is poor and farming is not enough to support themselves. Childish people have a full room, no grain in the bottle, and no capital for life, but no skills. Many relatives and friends persuaded me to become a long-term official, and I was full of hope and pursued my career in vain. There will be things going on in all directions, and the princes will treat kindness as a virtue, and the uncle of the family will be poor, so he will use it in Xiaoyi. At that time, the turmoil was not calming down, and he was worried about the long service. Peng Ze went home hundreds of miles away. The benefits of the public land were enough to make wine. So I asked for it. After a few days, the family felt like returning home. Why? It is natural in nature, not the result of hard work. Although hunger and cold can cut off the pain, it goes against one's own will and causes illness. Taste from human affairs, all food and drink self-service. So I felt sad and generous, deeply ashamed of my life ambitions. I still look forward to Yimin, when I gather my clothes and the night passes. Xun Cheng's sister died in Wuchang. She was in love with Jun Ben and resigned from her post. From mid-autumn to winter, I stayed in office for more than eighty days. Because things are going well, the fate chapter is called "Go back and come back". It is also the eleventh month of Yisi's year.
Come back, will the weeds in the fields not return? Since you regard your heart as a form of service, you will be ridiculed and melancholy, and you will only be sad? You will realize that you will not remonstrate with the past, and you will be able to pursue those who come. In fact, the lost path is not far away. I feel that what is now is but yesterday was not. The boat is sailing far away, the wind is blowing and the clothes are blowing. I asked Zheng Husband about the way forward, and I hated the faintness of the morning light.
I looked at the house and ran away with joy. The servant boy welcomes you, and the child waits for the door. The three paths are deserted, but the pines and chrysanthemums still remain. When I brought my child into the house, there was a bottle full of wine. Use the cup to drink for yourself, look at the courtyard to enjoy your beauty. Leaning against the south window to express your pride, it is easy to rest your knees when looking at your appearance. The garden is filled with sunlight to make it interesting. Although the gate is set up, it is always closed. The old man is encouraged to rest, his head straightened, and he looks far away. The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. The scenery is blurry and the scenery is about to enter, caressing the lonely pine and wandering around.
Come back and come back, please pay attention and never travel again. The world is at odds with me. How can I ask for my words again? I am pleased with my relatives' words of love, and I play music on the piano and write books to soothe my worries. The peasants told me that spring was coming and that something would happen in Xichou. Or a life-carrying carriage, or a solitary boat. It is both graceful and graceful to find ravines, and also rugged to pass through hills. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle. When I get all the good things, I feel grateful for the rest of my life.
That’s it! How long will it take to live in Xingyu again? I can’t decide whether to leave or stay? What else can I do, let alone what else do I want? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and I can’t expect an imperial hometown. If you have a good time, you can go alone, or plant a stick and work hard. Climb Donggao to soothe the whistle, and compose poems near the clear stream. Talking about the multiplication of transformation and returning to the end, the fate of Lefu is full of doubts!
Xijiang Moon Walks on the Yellow Sand Road at Night
Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji
Farewell to the Moon The magpies are startled, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Mountain Dwelling in Autumn
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
Passing by an old friend’s village
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Meng Haoran
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Jiang Xue
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Zhongnan Mountain
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.