What are the ancient poems describing rural scenery?

Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in the remote mountainous area. We talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Du fu's quatrains

When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.

Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.

Du fu's quatrains

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at farm wine,

In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is another village with a bright future.

Village Rain-Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village is inclined.

I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.

Now the mountain is cold and blue, autumn water flows through my hut door all day and leans on my staff. I listen to cicadas staying at the ferry in the evening breeze and sunset, and the midnight snack smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I mortgage the great hermit and sing a wild poem in Wuliu? .

Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. Who is old? The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus.

Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si

Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort to go home. Looking back, I saw my way, lying in the thick shade. I was passing a friend's farmhouse. When his child called from the thorn gate, he took me through the bamboo and green vines to grab and grab my clothes. They had a good rest, drinking wine and chatting together. They sang Long song, relaxed the wind, and the music was exhausted. I was drunk and happy, but Tao Ran completely forgot about the machine.

"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda

Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter like thunder, flail bright all night.

April in the countryside-Weng Juan

It's raining like smoke in full of green. In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Ji Xu

The fields are watery, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village

In spring, bamboo fence huts are everywhere in the mountain village. There is no such thing as peace, but the lonely smoke comes from others. There is no peace in the misty rain. However, if you teach yellow calves and no one appreciates them, you can't persuade them to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in spring. Did he forget the taste of rhyme, forget the taste? In recent March, he didn't eat salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the money changed hands.

Lover-Sun Guangxian

In the thatched cottage, there is a winding stream. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to the knitting sound, listen to the sound of the shuttle passing through the house.

Partridge Sky-Su Shi

Forests cut off mountains and bamboo walls, and cicada garbage ponds. You can always see a blank bird when you turn over, and the water is red and fragrant. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day.

Rural scenery-Chen

Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the geese at dawn.

"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You

The Mao Mao rain on Mao eaves was wet with smoke, and the road by the river was cold and snowy.

Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi

Clogs come out of the field, and the city is divided into yin and ye. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, crops lying in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is stained with tobacco fat, and musk deer burns deep in water. When the sun sets, people go to empty buildings and chickens flock.

Hut-land tour

Peeling and pecking at the hut, knocking at the master. The new wall will remove the turtle omen, make the tiles thinner and break the fish scales. Red grain will cook her millet, and the smoke is very heavy. If you sleep in bed, the cold dog will be bitter.

Hut-Xu Hun

Yan Yan went down the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. She moved the vegetables to the water in the distance, and the fruits were frozen. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come, have wine, and live in Maotang.

Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.

Open the door to store grain and millet, and live by Weng Shuitou. There are waves in the south today, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short coat and plays a flute at his waist to smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

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 drunkenness, and a wild poem is sung at Wuliu? .

House of Bamboo

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An autumn night in the mountains

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? .

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains and a corner of the sea.

When I looked back, the clouds were behind me, and when I walked in, the fog disappeared.

A central peak divides the wilderness and climate into many valleys.

As I needed a place to spend the night, I called a woodcutter on the river.

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

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

I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.

One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.

clear stream

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! .

A farmhouse by the Weihe 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.

Pheasants and wheat seedlings show, silkworms are sleeping, and mulberry leaves are peeled.

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! .

Shinharuno (working at night)

The weather is clear and Yuan Ye is vast. Very clean.

The national gate is adjacent to the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary.

White water is outside the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain.

There are no idle people in the farming month.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous road turns ten thousand turns, and three miles rest.

See the disciples in a circle, hidden in the forest hills.

Dripping rain, gurgling stone flow.

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

Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green and beautiful, green trees floating.

I used to hate hiding, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.

I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.

Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.

Chai Lu

Wang Wei

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Spring Morning

meng haoran

In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon rises and the mountain birds are startled, when the spring flows.

House of Bamboo

Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Spend the night on Jiande River.

meng haoran

When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

In the mountains.

Wang Wei

White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.

There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.

Autumn sentiment in mountain residence

Wang Wei

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? .

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.

Drink wine/alcohol

Tao Yuanming

Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.

Asking what you can do is far from self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.