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Baidu, a poem praising rural changes.
2. What is a poem praising the countryside? I was suddenly disappointed. The original tree of the village bridge was like my hometown. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"
Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse. —— Yue Fei's "Feeling of Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower on the Red River"
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. -Meng Haoran's Autumn Country-specific Mountains to Zhang
Water is separated by light smoke to repair the bamboo temple, and the road passes through the village of sparse rain and falling flowers. -Yang Huizhi's Cold Food Order Zheng Qi Assistant Minister
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"
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
3. Poetry of New Changes in Rural Areas: Spring seeds are popular in rural areas. The rain wet the young man's clothes. He was busy sowing a handful of seeds and splashing happy mud flowers in the season. Building a new countryside, building the party, government and people's hearts, subsidizing farmers to grow grain, full of sunshine. The changes in the countryside seem to be icing on the cake, and people's hearts are getting warmer and warmer. The good plan for the Eleventh Five-Year Plan is to govern the country for a long time, and the delegates will discuss the development of the western region.
The party calls it the development of the western region, providing all kinds of loans, and calling it high-speed economic growth, and the people are enthusiastic and affordable. Red heart willow has four forks, and the production method is large. It is a good way for Cycas to blossom and cooperate with medical treatment.
Planting celery in the garden, a good rural subsistence allowance policy and a good policy of benefiting farmers are favored, just as grass needs the sun. Agricultural science and technology is powerful, and the good way to get rid of poverty and become rich depends on a sentence in the book.
Peony blossomed more and more brightly, and the policy of enriching the people was fulfilled. Potatoes became golden eggs, the floor was paved with bricks, the house became a golden hall, and golden eggs were laid under the golden rooster. . Cn/wxzp/ There are many poems describing the countryside here.
4. Poetry about praising the new countryside makes my heart swell with the dawn of the first kiss and my thoughts drift with the wind. The familiar jingle in the past vividly depicts the two worlds of Qingping Mountain. Standing on Qingping Mountain, the north and south are clear. The darkness in the north is like an ancient ballad, which brings me a long time of dark talk and sadness. I stood by the old man and watched the time go by. The distant back is the footsteps of the new era, and with another crow of the golden rooster, it ushered in another colorful movement in spring. Now Qingping Mountain is as bright as the north and south, and xx in the north of Qingping Mountain is as promising as urban development. I tore out the last page of the 2004 calendar. What is triggered by feelings. The calendar left behind is the medal of harvest and reaper. I am happy to hang up the calendar in 2005, as if I had returned to my childhood, and my heart is full of longing for the New Year. This is the selflessness of the years and the blessing given to us. I was moved to send a golden fantasy to the future with a trembling heart. Sing together that we have arrived, and sing together the spring that belongs to our xx people. Xx people's happy and beautiful hopes. Part I: I know the scenery here is unique. Time cannot be reversed. Why didn't I use my camera to frame xx ten years ago? But I am glad that people who have experienced the baptism of time have focused their eyes on the scenery of xx today. The birth history of the first roof water tank ten years ago will change our destiny, which will determine that we will be able to defeat the poor wolf, collect the pole to carry water, and unload the iron bucket to push water on our shoulders. There are no cracks in our hearts that have been run over, the donkey carrying water has also been liberated, and there are no footprints of guilt in our hearts. The rewritten history gave birth to scientific and technological demonstration households with courtyard economy as the mainstay, which flourished like mushrooms after rain. From the first water cellar for rainwater harvesting and water-saving irrigation to the agricultural structure adjustment of agricultural comprehensive development demonstration project, it became an example for the whole province. The trees on the mountain are waving to us, and the fruits in the field are opening to us. Birds around us are greeting us and singing to us about this world of birds and flowers and laughter. It is a beating note, a lyric poem, and a brilliant face of xx people. Listen, it is the sound of books coming from the high-rise building of xx Middle School, burning the youth of talented people and tempering the spirit of pointing out the country. (More wonderful articles from "Secretary Dont Ask For Help") The ideal of boiling eagle directly hitting the sky is overwhelming. It's the crisp sound of bamboo board of Uncle Li in the nursing home. He stood on the big stage of China with a heart, telling the warmth of the party and the care of the government with the unique feelings of the blind. This is an industrial corridor built by more than a dozen factories. They are the good news of the phoenix attracted by preferential policies and good environment, reporting that the economic growth has made every mountain people who have got rid of poverty and become rich and well-off feel heart to heart. You see, the environment in the immigrant community is so elegant. Daughters who used to be deep in the mountains. Now it's as deep as people in the same city. Sweet words, radiant faces tell romance and good luck. Tall buildings stand like monuments, stand like giants, point to navigation like coordinates, and fly like flags in the horn of declaring war on poverty. Flying over the Zhengzhou-Shaozhou Expressway. Let's really understand that the natural barrier has become majestic. She is like a boy and girl dressed in costumes, dancing with green ribbons, dancing with the wings of economic take-off, dancing with the image of cultural exchange, dancing with xx people's longing and yearning for the mountains beyond the mountains and the heaven beyond the sky. That's our newly renovated commercial street. Compared with the past, it seems that the wrinkled old lady is dressed as a bride who will get married overnight. VIPs are neat trees, carpets are red bricks, motorcades are green belts and people come and go. This is the change of xx, getting brighter and brighter. Now it's fascinating. I can't tell you how beautiful xx is. I can't tell you how charming xx is, but I know that the unique scenery in Mao Zedong is the imagination of xx today. In this environment, there is such a warm group. There is no Jiaohe's name here. There are no tragic names of Qiu and Liu Hulan here, but there is a spirit of unity, cooperation and silent dedication. Let me tell you, is the first design that connects water with the roof a creation? It's not a dream from the first roof connecting the pool to every household having 1-3 pools. Who wrote a chapter for the trilogy of fog, thunder and electricity, from pool to rainwater harvesting and irrigation saving to comprehensive agricultural development? You must understand where the idea of poverty alleviation from development to comprehensive poverty alleviation came from, and who is worried and busy about it when it becomes a reality? People who benefit from it, we will never forget the grand blueprint of the party Committee and government, which is so spectacular, so advanced, so pragmatic and so brilliant. This is collective wisdom, relying on hard work, such as climbing mountains and upgrading teams. This is collective wisdom, relying on unity, just like a relay race. That's our secretary. He went from village to village, visiting the poor and asking questions. My camera read it when his hand tightly grasped the rough hand of the lonely old man.
My old friend Zhuang Haoran prepared chicken rice for me, and my old friend you entertained me on your farm and wrote an ancient poem praising the countryside.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Gong Xuan noodle restaurant, holding a cup and talking to Sang Ma.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Mr. Shu Huyin's wall, Wang Song Anshi's eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. Tour Shanxi Village, tour the farmhouse, and leave 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. Tang Duxun and a widow in the mountains, because soldiers were trapped in Mao Peng, her clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy. A farmhouse by the Wei River, Wang Wei, in the countryside under the setting sun, 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. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
In spring, the spring pigeons of Wang Wei's family are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. 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.
Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
The four seasons are idyllic, and in the Song Dynasty, Fan became a big black bird and threw himself into the forest. The tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of him went to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
Returning to the garden and living in Tao Yuanming, there is no rhyme, and I naturally love Qiushan. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
Warm and distant villages, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market, the barking of dogs in the depths of alleys, the crowing of chickens on the top of mulberry trees, dust-free households, and free virtual rooms. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *. 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.
Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Huiqing Pingle Village Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Shanxi Village Tour [Song Dynasty] Lu Youxiao laughed at the farmhouse muddy wine, and raised 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. The following is Wang Wei's.
Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is gurgling. 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? .
In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, 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.
The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, 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.
Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a 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 different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
My middle-aged heart found a way, I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, 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.
Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a 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! .
As the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path in a farmhouse by the Wei River. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling 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! . New Sunny Wild (One Night) See the New Sunny Yuan Ye Open.
Extremely clean. The national gate is near the ferry.
The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Baishui Tian Ming Wei
After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm.
Pour out family affection. Huanghuachuan dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and it will take 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. Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.
Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating. I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.
Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuang Jun's pool is idle. 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.
6. Spring is coming, let's sing with our hearts-I am standing on the green Qingping Mountain and ushered in the dawn of the East. The red sun that took off from the foggy sea made my heart surge with the dawn of the first kiss, and my thoughts floated in the wind. The familiar jingle in the past described the two worlds of Qingping Mountain so vividly that it stood on Qingping Mountain, and the north and the south were clear. The darkness in the north is like an ancient ballad, which brings me a long time of dark talk and sadness. I stood by the old man and watched the time go by. The distant back is the footsteps of the new era. With another crow of the golden rooster, it ushered in another colorful movement in spring. Now Qingping Mountain is as bright as the north and south, and xx in the north of Qingping Mountain is as promising as urban development. I tore off the last page of the 2004 calendar, which was triggered by emotion, and the dropped calendar was the harvest of inventory. I am happy to hang up the calendar in 2005, as if I had returned to my childhood, and my heart is full of longing for the New Year. This is the selflessness of the years and the blessing given to us. I was moved to send a golden fantasy to the future with a trembling heart. Let's sing together the spring that we have arrived and shared. This belongs to our xx people. I know the scenery here is unique and happy. Time cannot be reversed. Why didn't I use my camera to frame xx ten years ago? But I am glad that people who have experienced the baptism of time have focused their eyes on the scenery of xx today. The birth history of the first roof water tank ten years ago will change our destiny, which will determine that we will be able to defeat the poor wolf, collect the pole to carry water, and unload the iron bucket to push water on our shoulders. Our hearts are no longer cracked, the donkey carrying water is liberated, and our hearts are no longer guilty of hoofprint. The rewritten history gave birth to scientific and technological demonstration households with courtyard economy as the mainstay, which flourished like mushrooms after rain. From the first water cellar for rainwater harvesting and water-saving irrigation to the agricultural structure adjustment of agricultural comprehensive development demonstration project, it became an example for the whole province. The trees on the mountain are waving to us, the flowers on the roadside are opening to us, and the birds around are greeting us. Sing to us in this world of flowers and birds, laughter and laughter. The beating notes are lyric poems and the brilliant faces of xx people. Listen, it's the sound of books coming from the high-rise building of xx Middle School, burning the youthful vitality of talented people, tempering the spirit of pointing out the mountains and rivers, and boiling the ideal of eagle hitting the sky like a flood, which is unstoppable. That's the crisp bamboo sound of Uncle Li in the nursing home. He used a heart. Standing on the big stage of China, telling the warmth of the party and the love of the government with the unique feelings of the blind, it has become an industrial corridor built by more than a dozen factories. They are the good news of the phoenix brought by preferential policies and good environment, reporting that the economic growth has made every villager who has got rid of poverty and become rich and well-off feel heart to heart. Look, how elegant the environment in the immigrant community is. Daughters who used to be deep in the mountains. Nowadays, people in the same city have the same deep feelings. If it is sweet, that bright face tells romance and good luck. Tall buildings are like a monument, towering like giants, standing like coordinates, guiding and navigating like flags, flying in the horn of declaring war on poverty. It was Zhengzhou at least that the expressway flew over, which made us really understand. The natural barrier has become majestic. She is like a boy and girl dressed in costumes, dancing with green ribbons, dancing with the wings of economic take-off, dancing with the image of cultural exchange, dancing with xx people's longing and yearning for the mountains beyond the mountains and the heaven beyond the sky. That's our newly renovated commercial street. Compared with the past, it seems that the wrinkled old lady is dressed as a bride who will get married overnight. VIPs are neat trees, carpets are red bricks, motorcades are green belts and people come and go. This is the change of xx, getting brighter and brighter. Now it's fascinating. I can't tell you how beautiful xx is. I can't tell you how charming xx is, but I know that the unique scenery in Mao Zedong is the imagination of xx today. In this environment, there is such a warm group. There is no Jiaohe's name here. There are no tragic names of Qiu and Liu Hulan here, but there is a spirit of unity, cooperation and silent dedication. Let me tell you, is the first design that connects water with the roof a creation? It's not a dream from the first roof connecting the pool to every household having 1-3 pools. Who wrote a chapter for the trilogy of fog, thunder and electricity, from pool to rainwater harvesting and irrigation saving to comprehensive agricultural development? You must understand where the idea of poverty alleviation from development to comprehensive poverty alleviation comes from, and who is worried and busy about it when it becomes a reality? People who benefit from it, we will never forget the grand blueprint of the party Committee and government, which is so spectacular, so advanced, so pragmatic and so brilliant. This is collective wisdom, so we must rely on hard work, such as climbing mountains and upgrading. This is collective wisdom, so we must rely on unity. Like the relay race, our secretary walks from village to village. When his hand clasped the rough hand of the lonely old man, my camera understood the weight of "people-oriented", so let it freeze. It is this feeling that has established the idea of taking care of the overall situation of agriculture, rural areas and farmers. That's the figure of our township head. She was strong when her hand touched the quilt of the school students. Tell us with tears that this is our child. I can't let our children catch a cold for studying. It is this love that inspires practical and good things to solve the problems of agriculture, countryside and farmers. At the critical moment when the barren hills caught fire, the urgent ringing of the telephone woke up every comrade. At this time, no one will care about what fire is. As an order to charge the night together, the road without road is crazy. Lights without lights are beating small fires every minute, tirelessly interpreting selfless and fearless songs. When the last fire disappeared, you were tired, I was injured and he was bleeding. He smiled knowingly and looked the winner in the eye. I remember one thing. When the neighbors were fighting for the road in front of them, our leaders worked on the spot, turned hostilities into friendship, and won the praise and praise of the neighbors. That's how many days and nights our assistant to the township head sacrificed.
7. Old friend Zhuang Haoran wrote an ancient poem praising the countryside, and prepared chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me at your farm. We look at your village surrounded by green trees and the pale blue noodle restaurant in remote mountainous areas. We talk about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands until the holiday in the mountains, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. Mr. Shu Huyin, Bi Song and Wang Anshi, with long and quiet eaves and no moss, planted flowers and trees by themselves. One water protects the field, and two mountains send green flowers. Visit Song Lu in Shanxi Village. There is also a village where flowers bloom in the dark. The widow in the mountain, Mrs. Tang Du Xunhe, was wrapped in hemp clothes and burned her temples because of the soldiers' tight embrace. Mulberry leaves are abandoned, she still pays taxes, the countryside is exhausted, and she still needs to recruit seedlings. She picks wild vegetables and roots to cook, and then cooks firewood and leaves to burn. If she is in the deep mountains, she should try her best to avoid the levy. Wang Wei, a farmhouse by the Wei River, is in the countryside under the setting sun. Cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans against a stick at the door of a thatched cottage and thinks about his son, the shepherd boy. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . In Wang Wei's house in mid-spring, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Lotus hoes the spring pulse with an axe. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When he was in a hurry, he was disappointed with the long trip. Four seasons pastoral mixed with Fan Chengda plum, apricot, wheat gray, cauliflower fine. No one has ever fallen on the long fence, only. Alone, I weave a blue duck array and come back. The four seasons are idyllic. In the Song Dynasty, the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda was flat and muddy, and every family was rice-plowing, while first frost was sunny. Laughter rang like thunder, and flail rang all night. Returning to the garden and living in Tao Yuanming is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, and naturally loves Qiushan. It will last for 30 years after falling into the dust net by mistake. Birds are missing the old forest, and the fish in the pond are homesick. On the occasion of land reclamation, I will return to the garden and bow and scrape. Crows crow on the top of mulberry trees, and the house is clean and empty. After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor alley. The scenery in the empty room was covered by the daytime, and the empty room was full of dust. When the market recovers, the grass will be covered. Sang Ma has a long way to go without gossiping. Summer has a long life and our land is vast. We are often afraid of frost. However, the wish has not been violated. Back to Qingpingle Village Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and the grass is green by the stream. Wu Yin fell in love when he was drunk, a white-haired boy. When you are older, hoe the east of Douxi, and when you are middle, weave a chicken coop; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Traveling in Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty], laughing at the farmer's lacquer wine. In good years, I raised enough chickens and dolphins. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. The following is Wang Wei's. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di Now the mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is gurgling every day. I leaned against the door of my thatched cottage and my walking stick, listening to the cicada singing in the evening breeze, the sunset hovering at the ferry, the smoke from the kitchen at midnight coming from the house, and I was drunk in summer, singing a wild poem on the willow tree? Zhu leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the piano and whistling. Except my companion, the bright moon, the autumn night in the mountains, the empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening, the moonlight sprinkled in the pine forest, the crystal stone sprinkled in the stream, the bamboo whispered to the laundry girl who came home, and the lotus leaf succumbed to the fishing boat. You can rest at will in spring, and the king and grandson can stay. Qingchuan belt is slender, and horses and chariots go to leisure. If the water is intentional, the dusk bird will return. The desert city is near Gudu, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains. All the way to Song, I will retreat. Recently, Mount Zhongnan Taiyi is connected with Haishu. White clouds look back and meet. And the weather entered many valleys and needed a place to spend the night. I called a woodcutter on the river. I retreated in Zhongnanshan. My middle-aged heart found a way. I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When my spirit moved, I wandered alone. Now the beauty is mine. Go to the land of poor water, sit and watch Yun Qi, occasionally pay tribute to the forest, laughing and laughing. Qingxi talks about Huanghuachuan, and every time you chase Qingxi, you will turn around with the mountain, and there is not much fun. In the noisy rocks, the colors are quiet and deep, and the ripples are full of water. Drop the fishing line forever! In a farmhouse on the Weishui River, the sun shines obliquely in the countryside, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans against a stick at the door of the thatched cottage, thinking that his son, the shepherd boy, Luo, Mai and Silkworm are asleep, peeling mulberry leaves, and the farmers come back with hoes to meet each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and disappointment. Xinqingye (working all night) looks at the wilderness of Xinqingye. It is very clean. The national gate is near the ferry. All the trees in the village are connected to the Xikou. Baishui is in the field. In a few miles, I will stop for three days. I will meet my disciples in the circle, and I will hide in the forest and hills. The rain will fall gently and whisper in the rocks. I will whisper in the deep stream and whistle at the top of the mountain. I saw Nanshan Yang, and the white dew was lingering. The green trees are clean and beautiful, and the trees are gloomy and floating. I used to hate my ignorance, but I was worried that I was absent-minded. Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuangjun Pool is idle. ..
8. What is a poem praising the countryside? I was suddenly disappointed. The original tree of the village bridge was like my hometown.
-Wang Yucheng's "Village Walk, Horse Cross Mountain Path, Chrysanthemum Huang Chu" Liu Yuyin's back eaves, Luo tang qian. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I" Pear leaf rouge, white and fragrant.
-Wang Yucheng's "Village Walking, Horse Crossing the Mountain Path, Early Chrysanthemum in Huang Zhi" lamented that the countryside is still the same, and thousands of villages are sparse. -Yue Fei's Random Thoughts on Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower I looked down at the riverbank and rested on the sand with the villagers who returned home until the ferry came back.
-Meng Haoran's "On Deng Lanshan Qiu Lai Zhang" built a bamboo temple to separate the water, and let the rain fall. -Yang Huizhi's "Assistant Minister Zheng Qi Cold Food" rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers, ringing cars in the south of the village and selling cattle clothes and ancient willows of cucumbers.
-Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and falling jujube flowers" is a lonely village under the mountain, and the plateau on the horizon is alone. -The fifth of Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs.
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