Give me some pastoral poems.

Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Tao Yuanming, Fan Chengda and others are all representatives of the pastoral school.

Wang Wei's:

Bird singing

When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon rises and scares the birds.

In the spring stream.

Luanjialai

In the rustling autumn rain,

Shallow pomegranate diarrhea.

The jumping waves splash,

The egret was stunned.

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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.

Chai Lu

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.

However, I think I heard a voice.

Sunlight enters the Woods,

Reflected from the green moss to me.

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.

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! .

Meng Haoran:

Qiu Deng Wanshan sent Zhang Wu.

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.

I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.

Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.

I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

Guogurenzhuang

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.

Spring Morning

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Tao Yuanming's:

Five Songs of Returning to the Garden

one

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

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.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Secondly,

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.

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.

third

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

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.

Fourth.

Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment.

Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past.

There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.

Excuse me, whoever gets paid is different.

The wage earners told me that there was no death.

Abandon the city for a lifetime, really.

Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.

The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.

When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.

The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.

"Drinking" Poems

First of all:

Decline and glory are uncertain, and each other is more * * *.

Shaosheng's Gua Tian is better than Dongling's!

Both hot and cold have metabolism, and that's human nature.

If a person understands his encounter, his death will no longer be suspected;

Suddenly I have a bottle of wine, and I am happy every day and night.

Secondly:

Good luck is rewarded, and Uncle Yi is in Xishan.

If good and evil should not, what is empty!

Ninety rope, hungry and cold.

It's good to be poor, who will pass it on forever.

Third:

After a thousand years of mourning, everyone cherishes the feelings of Tao.

I refuse to drink, but I care about the name of the world.

So, isn't your body living?

How many times can life be restored? It's like being electrocuted.

What can you do with this desire within a hundred years of fame!

Fourth:

Birds without birds fly alone at dusk.

Wandering endlessly, every night my voice becomes sad.

Li went to Qingyuan, where to go.

Because value is lonely, loose and distant.

There is no glorious wood in the strong wind, and this shade is absolutely unique.

I have my house, which has a history of 1000 years.

Fifth:

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

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

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Sixth:

There are so many things, who knows right and wrong.

Contrast between right and wrong, and ruin the reputation.

For more than three seasons, Da Shi seems to be out of place.

Vulgarity is a fool, you should learn from Bo Huang.

Seventh:

Autumn chrysanthemums are bright and colorful, including dew and flowers.

Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper.

Although you are alone, the cup is crooked.

As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan.

Intoxicated in the east window, let this life be this life.

Eighth:

Pine and cypress in the East Garden, with no posture in the grass.

First frost is different, you can see the tall branches.

Even foresters don't realize that being alone is strange.

Carry a pot to soothe the cold, look far and recover.

In my dream room, there is nothing to worry about.

Nine:

Smell knocking at the door in the morning, turn it upside down and open it yourself.

Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart.

I am far-sighted and doubt that I will keep pace with the times.

Under the grass eaves, it is not enough for high habitat.

I will live in Shang Tong all my life. May you pour mud into it.

I was impressed by my father's words, and I was very angry.

You can learn honestly, but you are not fascinated.

And * * * Huan this drink, I dare not drive back.

The tenth time:

In the past, I traveled all over the world until the corner of the East China Sea.

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and wind and rain hinder the road.

Who made this trip? As if driven by hunger.

Just have a little when you are full.

I'm afraid this is not a name, and I'll go back to a leisurely place.

Eleven:

The feast was called benevolence, and Rong Gong said something.

A year is not for nothing, and you are hungry until you are old.

Although I left my name, my life withered.

What else do you know when you die? It is better to be content.

When a guest raises a daughter, the treasure disappears in the face.

Why is naked burial evil? People should understand what they mean.

Twelve:

Long-term workers have been officials, and they have lost time;

Duman won't come back. He's been dead all his life.

Zhongli returned to osawa, where the flurry began.

If you go to lunch, what's suspicious!

Go and be sarcastic. The secular world will bully you for a long time.

We talked for a long time, please don't bother me.

Thirteen:

Guests often stop at the same time and choose different places.

A gentleman is often drunk alone, but a husband wakes up all year round.

Laugh when you are drunk, but don't talk coquettishly.

Rules and regulations are stupid, but arrogance and poverty.

Send a message to a guest, and there will be no candles for a day.

Fourteen:

My old friend rewarded me with interest, and the pot was harmonious.

Ben sat quietly in Panasonic and got drunk after counting.

The elders speak at sixes and sevens, and when they think about it, they miss their lines.

I didn't know I was there, so I knew things were precious.

Because of its lingering charm, this wine has a deep taste.

Fifteen:

The poor lack labor and the bushes are barren.

There are birds in the class, and there is no silence.

Where the universe is, life is as little as one hundred.

Time is pressing, and the temples are already white.

It would be a pity if a poor man was not appointed.

Sixteen:

Young people are scarce and swim well in the Six Classics.

If you are not confused, you will accomplish nothing if you stay for a long time.

In fact, I am clinging to poverty, hungry and full.

We live in Hengtai, where weeds have no front yard.

Keep the night brown, and the chickens will not crow in the morning.

Meng Gong is not here, so he finally saved my feelings.

Seventeen:

Orchids are born in the vestibule, containing breeze.

The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.

Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per.

When you wake up, you should think, and the bird will waste its bow.

Eighteen:

Ziyun is addicted to alcohol and comes from a poor family.

Time depends on good people, and mash is used to solve doubts.

If you do it, someone will consult you.

Sometimes you refuse to speak, you are not cutting the country.

The benevolent uses his heart, so he loses his silence.

Nineteen:

I used to be bitter and hungry, so I went to study and be an official.

I won't be able to feed myself, I will be frozen and bound.

In the new year, I am ashamed of my ambition.

So we parted ways, brushed our clothes and went back to the fields.

Ran Ran stars are full of air and graceful.

The world has a long road profile, so Yang Zhu stops.

Although there is no money to spend, there is nothing to rely on.

Twenty:

Xi Nong has been gone for a long time, and this world is rarely true.

Draw an old man in the middle of Lu, sew him up and make him pure.

Although the phoenix bird has not arrived, the ceremony and music are temporarily new.

Our eyes are spinning and floating, holding the crazy Qin.

What is the crime of poetry and calligraphy? Once turned to dust.

Just old people, sincere and diligent about things.

How beautiful? Six people have no relatives.

Driving all day, I can't see what I want.

If you don't drink quickly, empty the headscarf.

But hate is even more fallacious, so forgive my intoxicating.

Fan Chengda:

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

1. Plum and apricot fertilizer,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

No one crossed the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.

2. plow the fields during the day and get hemp at night.

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

3. The idyllic excitement of the four seasons

The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls.

I will not hesitate to throw away two cups, but I will still win the chaff core!

Spring garden zaxing 12 unique

Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.

The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.

Butterfly has entered cauliflower, and no guests have come to Tianjia for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.

The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.

The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.

Sweat comes all around, and there is no half of it. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.

The wool needle is soft and tender, and its bitter taste is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.

Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.

After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

Shi Si Tianyuan zaxing 12 unique.

At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green. It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.

The soil paste is frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers bloom; Out of the house, the land is still lush and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip has crossed the wall.

Gaotian Ermai is green in the mountains, and the green in the low fields near the water is not cultivated; Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity.

Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. The witch thinks the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.

The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard. The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.

Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring. It was Niumo's road ahead and moved to the west side of the gate.

Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green. Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.

Guo wrapped people to worship and sweep back, and newly opened wine to recommend green plums. The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting.

There is a good feeling when you are looking for spring, and water is like a cup after rain. With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back.

Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children. The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries.

Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan. I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.

Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender. Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.

Autumn pastoral variety 12 unique

When the sun goes down and the mountains go up, the rest of my sleep goes around the suburbs of the river. Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests.

The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk. If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage!

Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts. The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence.

The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.

Gan Yin Gao lacks a cow palace and drinks dolphin hoof soil. Deer are not as long as calves, so they will be planted in the east of the city next year.

Let the boat have a look at the snow-capped mountains, and the wind will get colder and colder at night. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!

Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter. Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish.

Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry that the old woman has no food, laugh at the chestnut fragrance in the ash.

Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year. Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time.

Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon. Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine.

Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south; Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.

Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.

In late spring, there are twelve wonders in the countryside.

The newly-built ridge is flat and flat, and every family plays rice, and first frost is sunny; Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls. If you lose without hesitation in two minutes, you will still win the chaff.

The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will get drunk for a career. I wonder if it's new. Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.

Clams are finely pounded to sell squid, and the west wind blows four-cheeked bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.

The new frost announced the depth of autumn and dyed the green forest into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.

You chun Tian yuan za xing Shi er Jue

The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.

You wan chun Tian yuan za xing Shi er Jue

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed a long fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly.

In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.

The evening of Zhumen Bridge is boiling and cheering, and the evening of Tian She is quiet. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to care about crossing the river.

Orange borer, such as silkworm, enters the chemical machine, and cocoon, such as hemp fiber, hangs between branches; Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.

Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family. There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind.

Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain. Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons.

Look at the spider's low net. It stops the worm from flying for no reason. Embarrassed, the dragonfly hangs upside down and urges Shan Tong to save him.

The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax. Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes.

It's hard to hang down, but also to avoid wind and rain, it's colder. Gui sued the public holiday for plundering surplus grain, rewarding private debts and losing his official position.

There is only rain in Qiu Lai, but there is no cloud in Jiazi. After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until the warehouse is cleared.

Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.

The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is diving, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky. Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city.

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs. The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.

Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.

Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late. The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly.

It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts. I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.

As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long. If we don't treat the deaf-mute people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa?

You summer resort miscellaneous stars 12 unique.

Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond. Worm silk has covered all the leaves in Huang Kui, and the evening breeze on the other side of Gaohua is silent.

In winter, there are twelve unique things in the countryside.

From morning to noon, the daily diet is based on the voices of people outside the wall, and there are four plays and books with their own characteristics.

In the south of the lane, knock on the blackboard and report the remnants, and in the north of the street, play the silk. Has been broken by two people's dreams. Who is the wind pigeon ringing the bell?

When the market is noisy, the windows are bright and clean, and the cake maker asks for medicine to fry. Nothing happened at sunrise, only the sound of opening the door and sweeping the floor.

Northern Jainism is far away from Laos, Dongchan rice is cooked and bells ring frequently. The child called Mr. Three times, and the east window was warm in spring.

When I got up near the east window, I couldn't help turning over the books. If you want to eat in the morning, wrap it in a towel. There are already fish in the evening.

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