Classical Chinese essays describing the beautiful countryside

1. Small ancient essays describing pastoral scenery

Wang Wei’s pastoral poem "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. "Xinyiwu": Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

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. "Birdsong Stream" People are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream. A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.

"Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a pavilion and a garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and there will be chrysanthemums.

The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. In the summer time, the father-in-law is drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willows.

The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.

The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. There are elms and willows behind the starlings, and peaches and plums in front of the hall.

Jia Yi was relegated in three years, and his class surpassed that of Wanli Hou. How to lead a white calf.

Wang Wei’s landscape pastoral poem "Deer and Chai": There are no people in the empty mountain, but you can hear people's voices. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

"Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.

"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

"Birdsong Stream" People are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.

Pheasants and wheat seedlings are everywhere, silkworms are sleeping on mulberry leaves. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.

This is the moment of leisure and relaxation, and the song of sadness is fading away. "Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 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 pavilion and a garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class surpassed Wanli Hou.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

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. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are white and the cauliflowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Don't laugh at the farmers' wine, which is thick with wax. In good years, enough chickens and dolphins are kept.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers. The desert is filled with heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rain is drooping thickly.

The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook?

The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches. In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery moves away.

Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. The screen is on the Qishui River, and there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.

The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well. The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.

What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated. The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Jun is free on the pond.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field are changing, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? There are tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks in a few miles.

Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks.

Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains. There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

The newly clear wilderness is vast. Extremely untainted.

Guomen faces the ferry. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.

The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost and weather are clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the green stream every time. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to the southern border of the mountains. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware.

Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

During the day, we work in the fields and at night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own business. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 2. Classical Chinese essays describing rural life

Tao Yuanming's "Come Back, Come Back"

Go Back, Come Back! Will the countryside be full of wild beards? Since you regard your heart as a servant, you are ridiculed and melancholy and only sad? Realize that the past is not admonished, and know that what is coming can be pursued; in fact, the lost path is not far away, and I realize 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.

Nai looked at the house and ran 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! Please pay us a visit and stay tuned. The world is against my will, how can I ask for my words again? Love words to please relatives, music on the piano and writing to soothe worries. The peasants told me that spring was coming and that there would be something going on 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 stay in Xingyu, and I will not leave or stay at my will? Why not, what else do you want to do? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and an imperial homeland cannot be expected. 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 and returning to the end, Yuefu's destiny returns to ridicule and doubt! 3. An article describing rural scenery

I have one, which I wrote myself to give you some themes. Hometown My hometown is in Heping County, Guangdong Province, where my father was born. There are birds singing, flowers fragrant, and greenery It is a good place with shade trees. One year, I went back to the countryside to worship the mountains. Early in the morning, my father woke me up and asked me to get up and see what my hometown was like. I got off the hotel and saw a lot of chickens. , there are big roosters, hens, and chicks. I also found that there is a tall and big rooster in front of me. Its height is enough to reach my legs. His walking posture is very majestic. , reminded me of the majestic generals in ancient times. I was originally wondering why so many chickens were raised in the countryside, so I asked my dad. My dad told me that this is how the countryside is, and people in the countryside, as usual, I want to raise chickens. My father told me and asked me: "Have you found anything else?" I looked around, but still didn't find anything. After a while, I went out and looked, and there was nothing on the ground. There are many people setting up stalls selling vegetables! I immediately ran back and said to my father: "Report! I found out that there are many people setting up stalls on the ground!" After my father heard what I said about "setting up stalls", he burst out laughing. He told me, that's not called Setting up stalls is called the morning market. He also said that the morning market is a custom in the countryside. In the morning, you will see many people selling vegetables and things on the ground. But at noon, the morning market It will stop. The next day, my father, mother, grandpa, grandma, my cousins, and many relatives went to my aunt’s house together. We took motorcycles all the way there and we took motorcycles back too. When we came, it was so beautiful that I felt as intoxicated as if I had drunk fine wine. There were flocks of cattle and sheep there, and many people were plowing the fields. It was really a charming scenery. Don’t copy it directly~ There is another theme: Hometown My hometown is in Heping County, Guangdong Province. It is the place where my father was born. It is a good place with singing birds, fragrant flowers and green trees. One year, I went back to the countryside to worship the mountains. Early in the morning, my father woke me up. , asked me to get up and see what my hometown was like. I got off the hotel and saw a lot of chickens, including big roosters, hens, and chicks. I also found a tall and tall chicken in front of me. A big rooster, its height is enough to reach my legs. The way he walks is very majestic, which reminds me of the majestic generals in ancient times. I was originally wondering why so many chickens are raised in the countryside, so I asked my father. My father told me that this is how it is in rural areas. People in the countryside also raise chickens as usual. As my father told me, he asked me, "Have you discovered anything else?" I looked. I looked around, but still didn't find anything. After a while, I walked out and took a look. There were many people setting up stalls selling vegetables on the ground! I immediately ran back and said to my father: "Report! I found out that there are many people setting up stalls on the ground!" After my father heard what I said about "setting up stalls", he burst out laughing. He told me, that's not called Setting up stalls is called the morning market. He also said that the morning market is a custom in the countryside. In the morning, you will see many people selling vegetables and things on the ground. But at noon, the morning market It will stop. The next day, my father, mother, grandpa, grandma, my cousins, and many relatives went to my aunt’s house together. We took motorcycles all the way there and we took motorcycles back too. When we came, the place was so beautiful that I felt as if I was intoxicated by fine wine. There were flocks of cattle and sheep there, and many people were plowing the fields. It was really a charming scenery. 4. Ancient texts describing the beauty of the countryside

There are dense bamboo fences and numerous thatched huts. Towering wild trees welcome the door, and the Qushui River Bridge reflects the door.

The willows are green beside the road, and the flowers in the garden are blooming and fragrant. At this time, the sunset is sinking in the west, and the mountains and forests are noisy with birds; the evening smoke comes out of Cuan, and cattle and sheep pass by in all the roads. I also saw the well-fed chicken and dolphin sleeping in the corner of the house, and the drunk neighbor singing.

The fields are connected with the streets, and the trees are full of Qiu Ling. The fields are connected to each other, and there are scattered villagers living there. Qiu Ling is covered with trees, and a whole procession of woodcutter is coming. In the mountain col, there is a wide open field, which was once a bhikshuni monastery. In Gaofu, there is a large circle of exquisite farmhouses, which are no longer Guo Linggong's old property. If we build a Buddhist nunnery or a Taoist temple, it will be able to house thousands of households, but I'm afraid it won't be able to fly like a bird. If it were to be a ghost cave and a shrine, I would live there for half a year and not even hear the crowing of cocks or the barking of dogs. What I like most is that the host can be hospitable and the birds can rest safely in the deep forest.

In the distance, there is a cluster of pine shade, with several houses inside, which are really majestic, but here are the following:

The door is hung with green cypresses, and the house is close to the green mountains. A few pine trees are growing slowly, and a few bamboo stems are spotted. The wild chrysanthemums on the fence are bright with frost, and the orchids on the bridge reflect the red water. Pink mud walls and brick enclosure. The high halls are magnificent and the buildings are very peaceful. There are no cattle or sheep, no chickens and dogs, I think it is the autumn harvest and farming is busy.

Go to the village. But see:

The lush green mountains are covered with green mountains, and the green trees are covered with mulberry trees and clouds. Running water surrounds the isolated village on all sides, and there are several sparse bamboos along the paths. Thatched eaves are next to the stream, and ancient trees form a forest. Outside the fence hang a bottle of wine, and a fishing boat hangs in the willow shade.

It faces the village dock in front and leans on Gaogang in the back. Several rows of willows are green with smoke, and hundreds of hectares of mulberry trees are green with rain. There are arrays of cattle and sheep on Gaolong, and flocks of geese and ducks in Fangtang. It's exactly this: the family has rice, rice, chickens, and dogs to eat, and there are many books on the shelf.

This village faces water on one side and is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Amidst the sheer cliffs, several miles of flat land are suddenly opened to form this village. There is no village next to it, and dozens of families live scattered around. They are all Dongfang Village. servant. There are things to collect on the mountain, and fresh fish to fish in the river. Nymphoides and algae are mixed together, and wild flowers reflect each other. There is only a flat path leading out of the mountain. If it were sealed with mud balls, it would be a different world. The oriental overseas Chinese were rich in the world, so this is the reason. blessed land. The surrounding mountains and rivers are all owned by the Dongfang family. All the flat land within these few miles is his property, so no outsider can come in. The corridors and houses in the village are staggered, the railings are twists and turns, the bridal chamber is graceful, and the households are grand. Stack some strange rocks behind it and take advantage of the mountains to form a garden. It leads the stream in front of the village and flows in, forming a huge swamp. There are many water chestnuts and water chestnuts in the marsh, and there are a lot of swimming scales in the swamp. There are several water pavilions in the middle and several fishing boats on all sides. The mountains are real mountains, the water is real water, there are famous flowers in all four seasons, and good birds in the eight festivals. The green pines and green cypresses are as powerful as dragons; the dodders and radish trees are as tangled as tadpoles; the moss is covered with grass and the shelves are full of grapes. Cranes, golden pheasants, mandarin ducks, emeralds, green apes, white deer, black rabbits, and red parrots were purchased at high prices, and many rare birds and animals were included. Thousands of waterfalls hang over dangerous cliffs, and there is a ray of light in the open air of a secluded cave. Qionglou and jade houses are cold at high places; thatched cottages and pavilions are on the plains. Just like the Golden Valley Garden, the ground is covered with corals; there are many jade fences with chickens and dogs buzzing.

The village is not big, and the village is full of mulberry trees. But see:

The fields are winding and the rivers are beautiful. The winding fields are covered with watercress and malt, and there are many traces of herons; the bay and the river harbor are covered with bamboo fences and thatched huts.

The old farmer's belly is bulging, and he is chattering about the clear rain in the early days; the villagers are busy bathing in cocoons and feeding silkworms. One is like the scenery of Wangchuan River, with mulberry trees wrapped around tung hoops; the other is a peach blossom garden, with pines and cypresses in the shade. How could Xiao Li not hesitate in this rural scenery? How could a great idiot stop writing when crossing the setting sun in ancient times? 5. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

The poems describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside are: green trees surround the village, and the green hills and mountains slant outside;

The poems describing winter scenery

< p> 1. And now this winter, there will be no death in Kansai. (Du Fu: "The Troops and Chariots")

2. The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter ridge shows the cold pines. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons")

3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, but the winter has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "A storm broke out on October 28th")

4. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the year is bright and bright. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")

5. The sound of the sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi")

6. When midwinter arrives, all the flowers will die. (Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms")

7. I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms")

8. Children are making noise next to each other in the snow in winter, but the foolish Confucians on the other side are precious. (Lu You: "Residence in the Suburbs in Autumn")

9. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns are accompanying me. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness at Winter Solstice")

10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings spring to the winter solstice.

(Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi")

1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""

2. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")

3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches are there? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")

5. The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu De ancient grass to say goodbye))

6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai))

9. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")

10. Spring scenery The garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")

Summer in Poems

1. I don't know how hot it is, but I cherish the summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao Mao")

2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wanqing))

3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Sailing in Chishi))

4. The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night")

5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat when I sit still. (Dai Fuxu: "The Great Heat")

6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet")

< p> 7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County")

8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only wake up to summer when it clears up. Deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. There is no need to regret when the flowers are gone, the summer trees are in full bloom. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")

Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival

1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")

2. Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers can bloom (Li Qiao: "Wind")

3. Plant a grain of millet in spring. , Harvest thousands of seeds in autumn (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline ("Han Yuefu? Chang Ge Xing")

5. The window contains thousands of autumn snows in the Xiling Mountains, and the boats thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty are parked at the door. (Du Fu: "Quequae")

6. The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, but I say that autumn is better than spring (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")

8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen. , The small fan flutters against the fireflies (Du Mu: "Autumn Evening")

9. When are the spring flowers and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past (Li Yu: "Yu Meiren")

10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool day in autumn (Xin Qiji: "The Ugly Slave? Shubo Mountain Road") 6. Poems describing the rural scenery

There is no way to return to the mountains and rivers. Another village is full of bright flowers and willows - Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village"

The orioles are singing in the green, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of the water village - Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Where is the restaurant? Yes? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance - Du Mu's "Qingming"

The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. - Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

Tong Sunwei. It’s time to farm and weave, and you can also learn to grow melons by the mulberry trees. ——Fan Chengda’s "Summer Pastoral Miscellany"

Peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green is even more tinged with morning smoke. Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music No. 6"

The mountains and rivers are beautiful in the late afternoon, and the flowers and grass are fragrant in the spring breeze.

The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. "Two Quatrains"

I hope my answer will be helpful to you. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Please adopt it in time if you are satisfied, thank you! 7. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

Mountain Dwelling in Autumn

(Tang Dynasty) 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

(Tang Dynasty) 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.

Village

(Qing Dynasty) Gao Ding

The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,

The willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school,

taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

"Xugongdian, Suxin City"

(Southern Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli

The fences are sparse and the paths are deep,

Tree-headed flowers The fall has not become Yin.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly,

flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.

Children's Fishing

(Tang Dynasty) Hu Lingneng

A child with a shaggy head learns fishing,

Sitting sideways with a berry moss reflected on his body.

Passers-by asked me to wave,

I was afraid that I would be too frightened to respond.

What I saw

(Qing Dynasty) Yuan Mei

A shepherd boy rides an ox,

The sound of singing shakes the forest.

Wanting to catch the chirping cicada,

suddenly shut up and stood. 8. Poems describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside

"Passing an Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran

An old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. We held a banquet in the garden, drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we came to bring chrysanthemums.

Du Fu's "Quetrains"

Late in the day, the country is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant.

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The mud melts and the swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep.

Du Fu's "Quatrains"

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climb into the blue sky.

< p> The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu is moored at the door.

[Song Dynasty] Lu You

Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy,

Good harvests remain Chickens and dolphins with guest feet.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.

There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.

"Rain Passes Over the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian

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"Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi"—— Wang Wei

The cold mountains are turning green, and the autumn water is gurgling. I lean on my stick outside the firewood gate, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. It is time to get drunk again, singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.

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"Qingpingle. Village Residence" - Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When I am drunk, Wu Yin is so charming. Who is the old lady with white hair? The eldest son is hoeing To the east of Douxi River, Zhong'er is weaving a chicken coop. He likes little rogues the most. He lies at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. 9. 10 ancient poems describing the natural scenery of the countryside

"Mountain Residence in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountain , the weather is late for autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

Residence in Wangchuan is presented to Pei Xiu Caidi (Wang Wei)

The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows.

Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (Fan Chengda)

Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse.

No one passes the fence in the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly

Returning to the garden and living in the second place (Tao Yuanming)

There are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets. Wheel martingale.

The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going.

When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

I am often afraid of frost coming, and the trees will be scattered like grass.

Xinliang (Xuji)

The fields are full of water and the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sunlight shines through the trees and the smoke is low.

The oriole also loves the coolness of the new weather, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.

Birdsong Stream

Tang Wangwei

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

Late Scene of the Spring River in Huichong

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the pufferfish is about to come.

Make an Appointment

Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty

During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

She Day

The King of Tang Dynasty

At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice and beams are fat, and the pig cages and chickens are perched with their doors half-covered.

The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring society, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.

Village Night

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The frost grass is full of insects, and there are no people walking south of the village and north of the village.

Go out the front door alone and look at the wild fields. The moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow. 10. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

Jiangcun by Du Fu The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.

The swallows in the hall come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook.

The only thing a sick man needs is medicine, what more can he ask for in addition to his tiny body? Seven Quatrains of Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers I am annoyed by the flowers on the river, and I have nowhere to tell you but I am crazy. Walking around to find a drinking companion from my neighbor in the south, I spend ten days drinking alone in an empty bed.

The dense flowers and stamens are afraid of the riverside, and the danger of walking is really afraid of spring. Poetry and wine are still worthy of driving, and there is no need to take care of the white-headed man.

There are two or three quiet houses in the deep river, and the red flowers reflect the white flowers. To repay the spring sunshine, you should send good wine to your life.

Looking eastward, Shaocheng is full of flowers, and the tall buildings with hundreds of flowers are even more pitiful. Who can bring wine, open a golden cup, and summon beauties to dance and embroider a banquet.

In front of the Huangshi Pagoda is the east of the river, and the spring scenery is lazy and leaning on the breeze. Peach blossoms bloom in clusters without owners, lovely deep red and light red.

Huang Si’s natal house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.

It’s not that you are willing to die because you love flowers, but you are just afraid that the flowers will run out and you will grow old. Numerous branches tend to fall off one after another, while young leaves bloom slowly.

"April in the Countryside" by Weng Juan The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

When I passed the old friend's village, my old friend Meng Haoran brought chicken millet and invited me to meet him at the edge of Tianjia Lvshu Village. Outside Qingshanguo, there was a pavilion and a garden. We drank and talked about mulberry and hemp until the Double Ninth Festival, and even came to eat chrysanthemums. When visiting the village of Shanxi, Lu You went to Moxiao's farmhouse, which was full of wax and wine. During the good years, there were plenty of chickens and dolphins. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.

(1) Pastoral miscellany in four seasons - Fan Cheng goes out to work in the fields in the daytime and at night, the children of Jima village are left behind to farm and weave, and they also go to the mulberry shade to learn how to grow melons (2) Suxin City Xugongdian--Yang Wanli's fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers have fallen on the tree heads. The flowers have not yet become shades. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies and fly into the flowers to pick flowers. There is nowhere to find them. (3) April in the countryside--Wengjuan is green all over the mountains. The plains are full of white. The rain is like the sound of the wind. In April in Yanxiang Village, there are few idle people, sericulture is being planted in the fields (4) We have an appointment - Zhao Shixiu, during the yellow plum season, it rains in every house, and there are green grass and frogs everywhere in the pond. We have an appointment, but we don't come. After midnight, we can play chess pieces in Luo Hua Lantern (5) Tianjia - Huayue Chicken Singing Three times when the sky is clear, the rice bowl and the tea vase are arranged. My beloved is afraid that he will be forced to plow the fields, so he opens the window to look at the rising stars.