Poems about small villages

1. A poem describing a small village 1, two quatrains (Du Fu) Beautiful mountains and rivers, spring breeze and flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2. Zhuliguan (Wang Wei) I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3. Pass by my old friend Zhuang (Meng Haoran) and prepare chicken and rice for me. My old friend and you will 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. 4. Message from Suichuan Bieye (Wang Wei) The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are 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? . 5. Returning to the Garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming).

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. 6, pastoral words Huai (Li Bai) Chiayi three years, Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7. Chai Lu (Wang Wei) 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. Autumn night in the mountains (Wang Wei) After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night.

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. 9. In the countryside (Weng Juan) in April, there are white mountains and rivers everywhere. In the regular sound, the rain is like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Fan Chengda) Plum, apricot and fat, wheat and cabbage flowers thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, Tour Shanxi Village (land tour), Xiao Mo, farmers are full of wine, and tourists are full of 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. 12, autumn rain pastoral (Geng Xu), the desert is dark with heavy clouds and drizzle.

For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.

Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.

Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13. There is a red calyx in Wu Xinyi Wood Dust Hibiscus (Wang Wei) Mountain.

There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, Qi went to the countryside (Wang Wei) to live in Qishui, and there was no mountain in Dongye.

The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.

What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15, to the home of Songshan (Wang Wei), the clear river flows through its bushes, like my chariot driving slowly.

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. 16, Cui Puyang's younger brother, Qian (going to Shanxi is also for Weimen) (Wang Wei) is crisp in autumn, and Kuang Jun is idle in the 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.

17, Niaomingxi (Wang Wei) people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

18, Zhong Nanshan (Wang Wei) has a huge height close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

19, pastoral works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, singing and picking the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. From the big scattered past, Zhudeng Road in the depths of the dense forest winds for forty or fifty miles, and turns to the dangerous road of Huangniu (Wang Wei) for tens of thousands of miles, and it takes three breaks in a few miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, the four seasons are idyllic (Fan Chengda). The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are sparse, and the mountains are in front of them.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22. "Farming in Spring" (Wang Wei) Spring in the house is singing, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree.

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. 23. A farmer (Wang Wei) by the Wei River is at the edge of the village where the sun shines obliquely. 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! .

24. Xin Qingye (one night) Hope (Wang Wei) Xin Qingyuan Yekuang. 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.

25. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) Newly-built fields are muddy and flat, and every family plays rice while it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) I have driven the Huanghua River, which is undertaken by a waterway of 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! .

27. Guiyuan No.2 (Tao Yuanming) has few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes. 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.

28. My retreat in Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei) My middle-aged heart found a 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.

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.

29. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) At sunrise and night, the village children each take charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

30. There is water, rice and leaves everywhere in Xinliang (Xuji). The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is very low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

2. The poem "Village Residence" describing the countryside is high.

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

April in the countryside (Song)

Mountain plain is green, white Manchuria,

In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

Only when sericulture is planted in the field.

"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda

Plums are golden yellow, apricots are fat, cauliflower is white and wheat flower is thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Xin Qiji, Qingpingle Village Residence

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable 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.

Yuan Mei, what do I see?

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

3. Poems about the village We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

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"

One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II

There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5

Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden. -Wang Wei's seven pastoral poems (3)

4. Poems about the countryside-rural villages

The east wind in towns and villages urges rain, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.

Chickens, ducks and pigs are full of circles, and cotton and linen are stacked.

There are many supermarkets and roads winding through the pond.

Taxation is a moral issue, and there will be no good days for a thousand years.

Minnong

Don Li Shen

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Agricultural family

Don Young is in people.

In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

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.

5. What are the sentences praising the village? There is a scene in which a serf hut is obviously decayed.

The wood is moth-eaten and grey. Many roofs are like sieves.

Some can't see the roof except the rafters, and there are several crosspieces in the middle, just like the ribs on the skeleton. There are no windows anywhere.

The ancients said: "The old trees are high and low, the setting sun is far and near, the forest tops are like smoke, and the water outside the village is like a ring." This is a true portrayal of Wuyuan, a picturesque ancient village. Likeng Village, Tuozhou Township, Wuyuan, was founded in the early Southern Song Dynasty.

Since the Yuan Dynasty, the village has been gradually prosperous and densely populated, and Ke Di has been reelected. Especially in the Ming dynasty, bureaucrats often went out of the village.

When they get promoted or return home in old age, they devote themselves to building luxury houses to show off their ancestors. The ancient village takes "Ruopi Street" as the axis, and more than 40 streets and lanes are arranged technically, showing strong centripetal cohesion.

The space formed by high walls and passages is narrow at the bottom and wide at the bottom, and the opening line is high and low, tortuous and deep, like a maze. Smoke rises from the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.

Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village are romantic, quiet, harmonious, lovely, light and comfortable, intoxicating, charming, land of fish and rice, moist and quiet, full of vitality, thriving, beautiful scenery, evergreen all the year round, picturesque, surrounded by green trees, beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery. Six animals are thriving, Shan Ye is secluded and secluded, the wasteland is warm and secluded, bamboo fences and tiles are dotted, rice fields are golden, cattle and sheep are all over the mountain, chickens and ducks flock together, rivers are densely covered, desolate and depressed, crumbling and thorny. On the road in the field, the old farmer was smoking a cigarette and carrying an old sickle net. The shadow was pulled by the sunset for a long time, which seemed to be a long time.

There was a noise, and when the smoke cleared, the village was calm again, just like a tired farmer, perhaps sleepy. Through the small village to the river, you will see small fish and shrimp swimming around in the crystal clear river, hiding in the grass, much more beautiful than the dirty rivers and lakes in our city! If it is summer, children will wear shorts to have a water fight, swim and catch fish and shrimp ... There is an old tree by the river, which is said to have been planted in the Song Dynasty. It blooms several times a year. As long as the breeze blows, a faint fragrance of flowers goes straight to the nose. At the same time, those petals float like flying butterflies, into the river and onto the ground.

We crossed a small arch bridge made of natural stone and came to the paddy field. At that time, it was the autumn harvest season. When we look around, we see that the golden rice is bent with laughter, and the farmer's uncle is busy harvesting ... In the four seasons, the village is still so beautiful, the river is still so clear, the sky is still so vast, the air is still so fresh, the clouds are still so light, the grass is still so green, the flowers are still so beautiful, and the fish are still so free. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village.

I haven't stopped underground since this morning. I fell on the edge of the chopping board and listened to the crisp rain. I felt very cordial. Come to think of it, I haven't heard this familiar local accent for a long time! In the city, I have never heard such pure and beautiful rhyme. Only in my hometown, in this remote mountain village far from the city, can I enjoy it

This village has a long history. It is said that a big pagoda tree in our village passed the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole under the tree, which can hide four people. The eighth route army is hiding in this hole.

Survived a bullet. From then on, the name of our village was called Sophora japonica bottom.

The light blue smoke from the kitchen chimney floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country dishes in the hut. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village.

The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home. In the light, I listened to the village at midnight with my pen tip.

Peace, quiet. The village at midnight is like a sleeping old man. I seem to hear her even heartbeat and calm breathing, and occasionally I can hear her gentle snoring! The night is dark, there is no intimacy of moonlight, and the stars in the sky are shining, watching the silence alone.

Ticking rain, fluttering snowflakes, sweet dreams ... when these become still pictures, this village has changed. The present village is like a painting drawn by villagers, showing the true colors of human beings-beauty. Hometown is a song. The more you sing, the more mellow you are. Hometown is a poem. The more comfortable you sing, the more you miss it.

My hometown has always been an unforgettable place for me, where I have fond memories of my childhood. My hometown is full of grandma's smile, grandpa's expectation and naughty childhood friends.

6. Ancient poems describing rural areas 1,

Rural scenery is Fan Chengda's business.

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

2、

Wandering in spring

Jiang Yan heaped up delicious food, and Shanjia was poor and busy.

Among the mulberry trees, the purple silkworm is old, and the water is green and the wheat is half yellow.

Swallows seem to rush the spring away, and the gossamer is not as long as the guest's sorrow.

I didn't know this when I was a child in the countryside, and I was clamoring for cuju venues everywhere.

3、

Go out and talk to neighbors for a long time.

The twilight is half-hidden, and I occasionally meet my neighbors.

Is it right or wrong to talk about rural affairs with Mo Wen?

4、

Chicken and dog trip

The countryside has been fighting for farming for a long time, and spring ploughing and autumn harvest are afraid of delaying time.

No Country for Old Men and I, the dawn crows just right.

5、

Tian Jia fan Chengda

Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

6、

Drunk by the mud of Tianfu, beautiful and strict, Du Fu is sincere.

With the spring breeze step by step, every village has its own flowers. Tian Weng forced me to taste spring wine on social day.

Wine is full of praise for the new yin, but the eyes of animals have never seen it. Back to the big guy, the canal is a crossbowman.

My name is Ji, and I haven't been a child for a long time. The day before yesterday, I released my farm and tried to save the decay.

If you die, you will never leave your family. Can this year's masterpieces be collected?

Tell the woman to open a big bottle and bring it to me in the basin. If you feel this kind of anger, you should know it first.

Although the language is messy, it is said that Yin is always in the mouth. When North Korea comes out by accident, it will be self-sufficient and unitary.

How can you refuse your neighbor if you cherish human feelings for a long time? Yelling at chestnuts, I was elbowed when I remembered it.

It's rude to be condescending, and I don't feel ugly in the countryside. When the moon rises, I stay, but I still ask for help.

7、

Bai Juyi, don't buy it.

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman with a child on her back.

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

8、

Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

9、

Tianjiayuan is full of dreams.

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.

I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

10、

Li Bai, a gift for Chu Shi.

A wise man has a good career, but he is in Shatangpi. Bamboo shadows sweep the autumn moon, and lotus clothes fall into the ancient pool.

Read the classics of mountains and seas and lie in the distance. Spent a lot of time on the field, and then came to the middle of the forest.

Wild actions persuade aromatic wine, and garden vegetables cook sunflower. If you can grow peaches and plums, you can tie a knot for me.

7. The poem about the countryside passed through Meng Haoran, an old friend's village. 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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Rain over the mountain village-one or two chickens crow in Wang Jian's rain, and the roads and bridges in Zhuxi Village are inclined.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water has been flowing all day.

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.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . Qingpingle village residence-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green grass on the stream.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Walking down Zhongnanshan to Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl in Hu Si, and walking down the blue mountain in the evening, moonlight is my way home. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.

When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.

I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.

When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda is flat, and every household grows rice while first frost.

Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. April in the countryside-Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and the sound of Zigui is drizzling like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. "New Cool"-Ji Xu's water is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low.

Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows. Five wonders of mountain villages-Su Shi's bamboo fence hut uses the oblique flow of spring scenery in mountain villages to spend flowers everywhere.

Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.

However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.

Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.

Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.

You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life. Romantic son--Sun Guangxian Maoshe Jinli Opera.

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 knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.

Partridge sky-Su Shilin has broken mountains and hidden walls, cicada grass withers and small ponds. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.

Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

Village scene-Chen blew the trumpet at dusk to smell ghosts and supported the pole to see the geese. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.

"Boats covered with white bamboo awnings are occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play by the village" —— Under the thatched eaves of Lu You, it is drizzling and wet, and the river is Leng Xue. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.

Two Confessions of Tucun's Entry into the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Going Out of the Field and Dividing Yin and Ye with the City. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun.

Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.

"Caotang"-Lu You peeled and pecked at the Caotang, and elegant fork master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale.

Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.

"Caotang"-Xu Hun Yanyan went to the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them.

The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.

Xiao Si, a mountain village-Yushuimen stores grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou lives. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night.

The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.

8. Poems describing villages are often closed to the outside world all year round, with no intention of being idle all day long.

The source is Tang's answer.

I often close the door because no guests come to see me all the year round. Doing nothing all day, my heart is always idle and complacent. The author described his seclusion, carefree and free from worldly constraints. Poetry is full of carefree leisure, which makes people yearn for it.

In the original poem, there is a small house in the south facing Zhong Nanshan. No guests are often closed all year round, and there is no intention of being idle all day. You might as well go drinking and fishing again, but you can return the favor.

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

Wei Shui's Peasant Households in Wei's Works.

Appreciate the sunset shining in the village, and all the cattle and sheep in the poor lane are back.

The original poem "Sunset Shines on the Market", cattle and sheep return along the lane. 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! .

9. Sentences praising the village describe beautiful sentences in the village.

1. At this time, the small village has also become a world of snow. White roof, flawless ground, no dust, whiteness and purity are the only themes here. Being in it is like really coming to a dream country. The children made two big snowmen in the snow, wearing straw hats and holding brooms, guarding their world. The mind is purified and the mind becomes naive and romantic. Looking at the shallow footprints on the ground, I can't help thinking: Who has been here? Is it a beautiful Snow White or a kind dwarf? On this dreamlike night, how happy it is for the prince and the princess to embrace each other under the Yushu tree! ...

2. The sky is flowing spring, while the world is snowy winter. Because of the snow, the trees in winter suddenly came alive. Crystal clear, just like the trunk made of ice sculpture and the branches made of crystal. Cold and noble, just like the osmanthus tree in front of Chang 'e, it is left to the world tonight. I stayed in my heart in amazement and didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Yushu and making it all over the floor with fragments.