A poem that begins with a village.

1. A poem about the beginning of a village

The poem about the village head is 1. What ancient poems begin with the word "village"?

1, "Ode to the firewood" Zhang Ji went up the mountain to collect firewood and pick up dead trees, and firewood in the depths was even harder.

Qiu Lai wild fire oak forest, branches and branches have withered. The sound of an axe is in the valley, and the green branches are collected.

The sun, the moon and the west are waiting for the companion to go down the mountain, and the bamboo pole is bent. * * * I know that the road is crowded with tigers, and I dare not rest until I leave the mountains and forests.

In the west of the village, the black fox and the rabbit are walking, and the young children cry accordingly. Wood pickers don't pick pines and cypresses.

The pine and cypress branches are tall and straight, and you make a house a home. 2, "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs" Li He picks jade and makes it a lewd step.

I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.

The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.

The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform. 3, "Youzhuang in Early Summer" Lu heard that there were high guests, so he sat in the Youzhuang with him.

There are few people in the forest valley and the road is long. The waterfall contains autumn interest, and the vine leads to cool summer.

Miao god covers the whole territory, and the upper part of lotus invades the pond. Zhu Zhu is green for fishing, and the villages are full of egrets.

Knowing the monarch stimulates strange algae and also inherits the sea corner. 4, "Send Wang Xu to the Middle Road" Huang Furan did not see the mountain, when to get to the Middle Road.

I've heard of bamboo, which is longer than a child. Hedge clouds often gather, and villages and cities flow by themselves.

The mystery of North Korea cannot be remembered by a breeze. 5, "Send the road secretary advised the waiter uncle to Hongzhou" Li Duan superior, proud Fangchun.

The meritorious service is Geng Jiasheng, and the romantic Xun family is also. Fame is made of gold, while white jade is the body.

I quit my son of heaven and took a turtle with me to follow my husband. Cross-line hunting, what is pommel horse?

Apes should be sad at dusk, and lakes and streams are good in spring. Xunyang sends water, and mountains and rivers are connected.

Plum rains are as thin as silk and cattail fans as light as leaves. Every wind is uncertain, which is worth shi bo's first discount.

The building is far away from the public, and the ship passes by Xu. People in the city pay more attention to pens, and state officials also bear it.

Village girls can collect fish, but gold is not needed. I am the only one who has a dream, and I have accomplished nothing.

I saw your brother come out from his clothes today. 6. "A Generation of Old People in the Village" After the travel-stained Li Duan Luo Jing, the fireworks in the villages and towns were scattered.

Teenagers have lost their homes. What do they want in their twilight years? Cry on the river at night and walk home in the snow in cold weather.

You shouldn't see it when you know it. When you say it, tears will overflow your clothes. 7. "Village Residence" is less heard in the cottage, but it is still closed to the outside world.

Get up, there are flowers everywhere, and there are mulberry trees in Dai Sheng. Always be prepared for danger in times of peace. What is Laoshan?

Zhumen, Penghu, 60 points. 8, "Yao Ge" Meng Jiao room why uneasy, filial piety and qi.

A word to my aunt, once a wife. It's late in the morning, but it's still early.

Returning to the original road is new, and it is embarrassing to be alone. Women are rude and dirty, like dung and mud.

Parents swallow their tears and birds cry. How can heaven and evil not live in harmony?

The mountain holds the heart, and the heart holds the heart, and eventually it will die. The village shoulders a basket and a son, sitting in the wild with white hair.

A short warbler can save a broken flower. There are many colored glasses, and the harp is joyful.

Green rhyme graceful, Lan Yun unprovoked. Keep the pavilion in autumn and blow it in the air.

9, "Send People to Wu" Miracle said that if you go fishing in agriculture, you have to go to the sea. Wandering in the spring, the host family is in the village at night.

□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□, the mountain green overshadows the tea. Look for the old neighborhood again, the lotus root is blooming.

10, "Good luck in autumn, Yin Gong" Miracle is breezy and cool. Who has the leisure to go and watch the water by the river?

The village is far from the mangrove forest, and the wild land is wide and white. Try to break the banana slices and ask Zhu Qing about this poem.

1 1, "Send Wu to a Foreign Guest" Miracle returned to Xiuxing, and Zhu Yi returned him. There is a wide garden, who will compete for more mountains and rivers.

The smoke in the village is sunny, and the monks at night are rugged. Crazy drunk and hidden, lovesickness can be sent.

12, "seeing the forest owner into the former residence of Yongjia" Miracle Dong Yue often misses it, and the mountain gate is in Yongjia. Qiu Guang floats on the water, and the sails shadow Changsha.

The city is raining on the roof and the village is bright on the sea. When I was looking for a thank-you note, there were Yao flowers in the spring grass.

13, "Harmony Song? Yuan Zhen's evaluation of customers is that he has no fixed place to live, which is beneficial to him. Go out and ask for a fire companion, and resign your father and brother at home.

Father and brother teach each other and seek fame and fortune. Avoid it in name, but seek it for profit.

Partners are tied together, and selling fakes is not selling sincerity. Pay less leave after customs clearance, pay less leave.

Since we are going, we will swear to death. Once you understand the dialect of the city, there will be no rural feelings.

? ? Stone hits the arm, glutinous rice cooks the neck. Go back to the village to sell and knock for Jin Yusheng.

In the village, Tian Shenniang is afraid to fight. I won ten times as much as I spent one hundred dollars.

The color becomes clean and the diet becomes sweet. Frequency-divided interest, consolidation of goods liability in Japan.

Looking for pearls to drive the sea, gathering jade to Jingheng. Buy Xixia horses in the north and catch Tibetan parrots in the west.

Yanzhou cloth fire Huan, Shu brocade weaving. The fatter and smoother the maid is, the brighter her eyebrows are.

Calculate the cost of food and clothes, regardless of distance. Running all over the world, but going to Chang' an.

The east and west cities in the city welcome tourists. Welcome guests, lobby, and make more money.

The guest was bright-eyed and surprised at the words. Ask ten regular attendants first, and then ask the officials.

Hou Guzhu is all embellishment. Come back and sit down, you will be rich, and the Wangs will be finished.

City soldiers stink of wine and meat, and the county is a family. Don't just talk and don't do it, run to the extreme.

Big boys sell wood and wood. They know the shape of Liang Dong skillfully. Children sell bittern and don't go into the county.

The city is full of wind and rain, if you suddenly cut Haijing. The hook distance does not dare to go down, and the teeth are horizontal.

Life is to estimate the happiness of customers and judge the happiness of life. You gave birth to two more sons. How can money and knives be even?

This poem begins with the word village.

Abandoned village Yu Qian

The village is desolate and suffers from drought every year.

Old people pay debts and young people sell food.

The wall breaks the wind to build a house, and the beam falls off the bed.

Know the herdsmen's refusal to report disasters and injuries.

Yangliuqing Wu Cheng'en

The village flag boasts white wine and lotus, and the sails are full of willow blue.

When I was young, I caught a glimpse, and my hometown looked back at several pavilions.

In the deep water of spring, the taste of Jiayu rises, and the wind by the sea is strong and healthy.

Whoever leads the Jade Emperor to a tall building is drunk.

Four Seasons Tianyuan Za Fan Chengda

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.

3. Poems about villages

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, 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. Ancient poems about mountain villages

So much, is it enough?

Chai Lu by Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"

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.

Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei 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. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

Zhang Ji's wild old songs

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

Nie's The Wounded Family

Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen 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.

Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring

Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. 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.

Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged

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.

Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"

At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Wen's "Burning Song"

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)

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.

5. Writing at the beginning of ancient landscape poems

In the countryside in spring, there is an attractive smell of grass in the humid air; In the fields, the fragrance of the earth wafts from time to time. Looking around, my eyes are full of bright green wheat seedlings, which extend to the distant horizon. Xia Guang left his thoughts to the sky and the earth.

The spring breeze blew gently, and wheat waves appeared in the fields. At this time, people's emotions and thoughts fluctuate with the wheat waves, and they can't be calm for a long time. The rural scenery is really like a long-axis picture scroll slowly displayed in front of people. However, the beautiful picture scroll is decorated with colorful and dazzling pictures, but it is the ingenious integration of people who have worked all day and nature.

At dusk, people who have worked hard all day happily come back from work. They walked on the straw in the country with hoes on their shoulders. The sun shines on their dark faces, and everyone seems to have forgotten the fatigue of the day. Their figure has been dragged by the afterglow of the sunset for a long time. The sun has set, but the sky is still bright.

The blue sky is sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, revealing a trace of elegant beauty, as if boats were floating on the blue sea. At this time, the white clouds have been covered with a golden coat by the glow. Birds playing in the trees and grass gradually quieted down, perhaps at dusk, and they returned to their nests to rest quietly.

Occasionally, some birds, frightened by something, drag their long cries across the sky and fly far away. When the sunset brought the last ray of sunshine home, the world turned silver gray.

Plumes of milky white smoke and gray twilight blend together, just like a veil over roofs, walls, trees and fields. At this moment, the countryside becomes looming, hazy and magical. However, the river outside the village is still clear and bright, the river flows quietly in a whirlpool, and the reflection of trees is reflected in the water! Occasionally some fish will surface, breathe the air of nature, and then dive into the water. The frolic sound of fish ripples on the calm water, and the shadows of those trees bend and crawl in the water like snakes.

As time goes by, after a while, the ripples slowly disappear and return to calm, and the reflection of the tree in the water is still clearly visible. As night falls, villages, fields, trees and rivers gradually blur.

Occasionally, there was a noise of children from the countryside, but it soon disappeared. Gradually, everything was shrouded in the diffuse night. Wow, what a quiet and elegant pastoral scenery! The poetic dusk is fascinating and makes people calm in the beautiful scenery of nature.

6. Poems beginning with the word "Nong"

Liu Zongyuan's Three Poems of the Family

A cup of food satisfies the needs of others and drives the cattle eastward.

The alley in Jiming Village is white, and it returns to dusk at night.

Chengcheng, fly a kite.

Try your best to stick to the poor years.

Do your best to help the corvee, talk and sleep.

Children and grandchildren will grow up and return to the world.

The fence is separated by fireworks, and the farmers are talking about their neighbors.

Autumn insects sing in court, and horses are silent.

Silk is taxed and the loom leans against the wall.

The night in Richmond passed, and chickens and millet had a feast.

Words are long and harsh, and words are more responsible.

After the lease in Dongxiang, the automobile hub fell into the mire.

It is beyond the reach of the public to forgive less.

It's a pity to operate carefully.

Welcome the new year at this age, lest you follow in your footsteps.

The ancient road is full of thistles and haunts the songs of the ancient city.

Polygonum cuspidatum Bank, Shui Han is greener.

It's time to harvest. The sunset is full of firewood and pasture.

The wind is high and the willows are sparse, and the frost is heavy and the pears and dates are ripe.

Pedestrians are fascinated, and wild birds compete to stay.

Tian Weng smiled at each other and was dark and cautious about the original land.

Fortunately, this year is not abundant, and I have no appetite for porridge and porridge.

"ding? Tian Jia has a gift, Wang Wei

Your heart is still secluded and you want to go home for a long time.

In North Korea, the words are exquisite and the fruits are interesting.

The neighborhood crows in the morning, and the group moves away from the business.

Farmers pay for farming, and concubines start sewing.

Open the porch and royal clothes, scattered chapters and sentences.

When you sing, you recruit hidden poems, or live a leisurely life.

Looking at Guo's suburb on a new sunny day, Sang Yu is reflected in the sunset.

Small garden city on a cloudy day, slightly bright Weichuan trees.

If you dig a well at home, you can enjoy it again and again.

Don't forget the way, meet and hate each other late.

At this point, I said goodbye and went back to Fang.