Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.
Look east at the flowers and cigarettes in Shaocheng. It's time for the high glistening in western restaurants to resolve jealousy. Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life?
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, we watch the green trees around your village, you entertain me at your farm, we open your window overlooking the gardens and fields, and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas, wait until the holiday on the mountain, talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time.
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
The spring flowers by the river bother me so much that I have to go everywhere. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago.
There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
The four seasons are idyllic-Fan Chengda tills the fields during the day, and gets the fruits at night, and the children in the village are the masters of the country. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The hedge of Yang Wanli in Xugong Store in Xinshi City is very narrow, and the flowers on the tree head have not turned cloudy. The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared.
Tian Jia-Huayue Chicken sings three times, and sets the rice bowl and tea bottle. My lover is still afraid of urging early ploughing, so he pulls the awning window to see Xiaoxing.
Weng Juan's "April in the Country" is full of green, and it rains like smoke in the voice of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan is green all over the mountains, and it is raining in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Traveling in Shanxi Village, Lu You doesn't laugh at farmers' wine. In good years, you can raise enough chickens and dolphins. 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.
I have an appointment-it rains at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If there is an appointment, knock on the chess pieces and play lanterns after midnight.
2. I'm leaning alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 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. 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. 3. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing. 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? . 4. The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish loses its source. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
Jia Yi lived in Ban Chao Wanli for three years. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 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. 7. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. 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. 8. The mountains and fields are all green, and it rains like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 9. Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 10. Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse. Keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. 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.
3. In beautiful countryside's poem, plowing during the day and achieving hemp at night, the children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. -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"
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
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"
4. Rural pastoral scenery Notes The rural roads are winding and walking on the edge of rape fields. Rape flowers nodded and waved, as if greeting passers-by.
A breeze blew, they danced with the wind, and groups of colorful butterflies played among rape flowers, turning the rural fields into a colorful landscape painting. What a beautiful rural scenery! Groups of people who have just returned from farm work are sitting in front of dilapidated houses, drinking tea and chatting.
The children are chasing and flapping happily, just like Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said: The children are scrambling to chase Huang Die, but they can't find a place to fly into the cauliflower. What a wonderful rural life.
I sat on the green grass, looked at the endless rape fields, took out a piece of "Mao Mao Jane" and put it in my mouth. A pleasant feeling of "stealing for a long time" came to me. The breeze blows gently on my face, and I really want to have a good sleep here.
Although life in the countryside is simple, life here is very happy and contented. When you stop and walk into the countryside, you can not only enjoy the beautiful rural scenery, but also experience a kind of spiritual purification, so that you can feel the joy brought by contentment.
5. A beautiful handwritten newspaper about going to the countryside went into the countryside.
Walking in the field, moving with your heart, just to wash your mind-Inscription
Modern cities are full of smog, and people's hearts are busy in this noise, for fame, status and money. This kind of environment will only increase people's greed and desire.
I was born in the countryside, and rural life occupied most of my childhood, so I have an inexplicable sense of closeness to the countryside.
Entering the countryside, a winding river crosses the ridge of the field. In spring, "the ice skin begins to melt and sparkle". Sparkling with the fragrant buds of willow branches, the mountains are green, as if they were going to occupy the hills tomorrow.
Fingers are much greener, like snowflakes covering the heavens and the earth, and the moon has hooked the dreams of MaiQuan and the cultivators. At this time, only love lies on the hillside full of wild flowers until dawn.
The most beautiful thing is autumn, the maple leaves are fluttering, and the mountains and plains are dyed red. From time to time, there are several maple leaf boats cruising in the river, carrying people's hopes and flowing into the distance.
Feng Gang's invasion was shattered by the surrounding mountains, and snow covered the countryside with a warm blanket. Quiet Shan Ye, with slanting smoke, is painted like this all the year round.
"This joy is for the benefit of monks and tourists, and it can be the way of laymen." If you want to feel everything brought by a quiet mountain village, I'm afraid it's beyond the understanding of those "laymen".
6. What are the ancient poems with the theme of "a trip to beautiful countryside"? -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"
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
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.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
7. Pastoral scenery ancient poetry, essay handwritten newspaper ancient poetry: Returning to the garden and living in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's wild animals are scarce, and there are few people in the hinterland. During the day, I hide the scenery and think about the dust in the empty room. When I was in the ruins, I pulled weeds and came and went. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm often afraid of first frost. For 30 years, the birds are missing the old forest and the fish in the pond are homesick. In the wilderness, they returned to the countryside. There are 10 square houses and 89 thatched houses. Behind Liu Yin, in front of Luotang, Li Tao, in a distant village, in Yiyi Market, there are cigarettes, dogs barking in a deep alley, chickens crowing and mulberry trees swaying. The house is clean and messy, and the empty room is more leisurely. For a long time, they were all kept in cages. Drinking water is good for clean water. The pastoral works in Tang and Meng Haoran are harmful to the family, but they are noisy in the dust, but they must first raise Tian Su. It is close to three paths and has planted thousands of trees. Other places in Guangdong province have been pushed away, but they have not met for 30 years. It will be late when writing the sword, and the autumn garden will be dusk. Pregnant in the morning, sitting in the daytime is often confused. I admire the red owls in the sky, fighting for food. I hope to break the Golden Horse Gate. At the edge of Xinghua White Village, lotus hoes the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When he was in a hurry, he was disappointed with the long trip. When Tang went to the countryside, the water was neat, and Dong Tian was barren. Outside the mulberry, the river is bright and clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village. Several families in remote villages cook. Turbulence spread all over the nursery, and rotten leaves hung all over the autumn branches. The new firewood is wet at dusk, and the old pond is moved in the morning. Last year, Dongli chrysanthemum was in full bloom. Four seasons rural prosperity in Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat is white and cauliflower is rare. No one has ever landed on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies have flown by. Pastoral prosperity in the four seasons in Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and tourists are sparse. Alone, I weave a blue duck array and come back. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda Four Seasons Township was bustling with flat mud mirrors, and everyone was cooking while first frost was sunny. Laugh and sing lightly, and flail rings all night. Song, Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Township Miscellaneous Prosperity" produces crops during the day, and the children in the village are in charge. Children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, but also rely on mulberry shade to grow melons. Short article: 1, the country in spring, swaying in the humid air. In the fields, the fragrance of the earth wafts from time to time. Looking around, I can see green wheat seedlings all the way to the distant horizon, but Xiaguang left its nostalgia to the sky and the earth at the same time. The spring breeze blew gently, and patches of wheat waves appeared in the fields. At this time, people's emotions and thoughts can't be calm for a long time with the ups and downs of wheat waves. The rural scenery is really like a long-axis scroll slowly unfolding before people. The beautiful picture scroll is decorated with colorful and dazzling pictures, but it is a slow display of the ingenious integration of people and nature after a hard day's work. At dusk, people who have worked all day happily come back from work. They walked in the country fields with hoes on their shoulders. The sun reflected their dark faces. Everyone talked and laughed and seemed to forget the fatigue of the day. The figure was dragged by the afterglow of the sunset for a long time. But the sky is still bright. The blue sky is sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, revealing a trace of elegant beauty, as if boats were floating on the blue sea. At this time, the white clouds have been covered with a golden coat by the glow. Birds frolicking in the trees and grass gradually quieted down. Maybe dusk came and they went back to their nests to rest. Occasionally, some birds, I don't know what scares them, fly across the sky and fly far away. When the sunset brought the last ray of sunshine home, the world turned silver gray. The milky white smoke and the gray twilight blend together, just like covering the roof, walls, trees and fields with a veil. At this moment, the village has also become looming, hazy and magical. However, the river outside the village is still bright and the river is spinning. Occasionally some fish will surface, breathe the air of nature, and then dive into the water. The frolicking of fish caused ripples on the calm water, and the shadows of those trees were like snakes. As time goes by, the ripples slowly disappear and return to calm, and the reflection of the tree in the water is still clear. As night falls, villages, fields, trees and rivers gradually blur. There was a noise of children, but it soon disappeared. Gradually, everything was shrouded in the diffuse night. Wow, what a quiet and elegant pastoral scenery! The poetic dusk is fascinating and makes people calm in the beautiful scenery of nature! The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and touching pastoral scenery! Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world! A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! There are gorgeous tulips that attract countless lovers ... In the season when tulips are fragrant, charming girls' smiles are as fragrant as flowers ... There are faint lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses. How pleasant the tulip field is, and the windmill is turning leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting! Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass. It's all green. The green color is amazing, and the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... hope to adopt it.