Modern poetry describing the split of pastoral light

The following is a collection of modern poems describing the split of pastoral light. Welcome to reading.

1, "Pastoral Work" Meng Haoran

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood.

Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

2, "My retreat in Zhongnanshan" Wang Wei

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

3. "Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.

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.

4. Wang Wei, pastoral works 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.

5, "Weishui Farmhouse" Wang Wei

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.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

6. Wang Wei, looking at the new sunny field (a night's work)

The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

7, "Qingxi" Wang Wei

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

8. Wang Wei's "From Great Sage to Deep Forest, Bamboo Road Winding for 40 or 50 Li to Cattle"

The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.

Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

9, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan 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.

10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fan Chengda

Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.

Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

1 1, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany, 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.

12, "new cool" Ji Xu

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low.

Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.