A hazy poem in the country morning

Poems about country mornings 1. Country poems in the morning

65438+ 2. Does it rain at home in Huangmei season? Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond? Do you have an appointment not to come after midnight? Knock on the chess piece falling flower lamp (about-Zhao Shixiu) (I found some that think this is better, the rain in spring and summer, the frogs in the thatched cottage, the idle people-the quiet scenery)? Living in autumn: an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, crystal stones in the stream, whispers in the bamboo forest, laundry girls coming home, lotus leaves in front of fishing boats, what does it matter when you are here, my friend's prince? . Birdsong Creek: When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon rises, birds will sing in the spring stream. A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep are going home along the path. An old man in rags is sitting at the door of the hut, leaning on a stick and thinking about his son, the shepherd boy. Where are the roaring pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworm moths, peeled mulberry leaves and Fu Tian, they met each other and said goodbye to each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and feel disappointed. Don't laugh at the farmers' wine, save enough chickens and dolphins in good years. Lu? Swimming? )? I haven't found the right one yet. It's all hospitality poems. Chen Xing? Year: Tang? Author: Bai Juyi? The birds are in the forest before they move, and the morning light goes to the east room. The bronze stove adds morning fragrance, and the sarong extinguishes the residual candle. The head wakes up and the wind heals slightly, and the eyes are full and the sleep is enough. Sit up without thinking and kowtow for thirty-six. Why do you drink a cup of mica porridge at night? Why do you occasionally sing in the morning? Year: Tang? Author: Zhang Jiuling? The cold dew is clear in autumn and the sky is clear, and the distant mountains are panoramic. People praise the land and birds love Xu Lin. In distant places, they bent down to bind. Yang Xiaoxie Han Yi, the journey is tiring. At the age of eight, Yong Fang took it with him, and he was eager to go home. If you have leisure, do you bear the burden of Nanshan Qu? Morning rain? Year: Tang? Author: Du Fu? In light rain and morning light, I smelled it on the first leaf. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates with the clouds. & gt At present, the color of Chai Jing is slightly touched by birds and animals. Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon. Get up in the morning? Year: Song? Author: Lu You? On the first day, the smoke broke and the shadow of pine and bamboo dispersed. While the old man was burning incense, the boy went to the well. Life is like a flowing cloud, and you don't fall. I am willing to learn from Pang Gong, and the whole family is quiet. Bao Xiao Han Yang Wharf? Year: Tang? Author: Wang Zhenbai? When the moon sets near the ancient capital, Wuchang City is closed. Clouds go from the sky and water comes from the grave. Parrot week, remember your talent. A walk in spring? Year: Tang? Author: Yang Shidao rides leisurely and strolls in Beilin in the morning. The pond was invaded by herbs and orchids. In the morning fog, spring birds grow among the flowers. The wild path is full of fragrance, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain steps are repeatedly invaded. What's the need for a light cover? Peach Li Zicheng Yin. White deer? Year: Tang? Author: Du Fu? The dew is sweet, and the horseshoe is scattered in the morning. The garden is open, stone trees and boats enter the river. By watching fish, I am eager to live. I gradually realized that autumn is beautiful, and the secluded path is afraid of many paths. Is the fisherman proud? The sky meets the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to dance in Qian Fan. It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor. When I smelled the sky, I asked politely where I was going. I have a long way to go. I am learning poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng was dismissed. When the wind stopped, Pengzhou blew away the three mountains.

2. The rural landscape poems in the early winter morning

After the snow in the mountains

Dynasty: Qing dynasty

Author: Zheng Xie

Original text:

Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

Return to Laoshan in winter

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Original text:

Without washing and dyeing the dust tassels, I returned to Fang lawn. A vine path is green, and Wan Xuefeng is sunny.

Cold leaves are exhausted first, but Leng Yun is not exhausted. Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river.

White dogs bark in the village and moss grows on the walls. If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room.

Birds nest in the forest, but hedges make way for wild animals. Blowing out of bed, the squirrel left, and the fish was surprised.

Wash the inkstone, repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-virginity. I will go again at this time, to Sanqing.

3. Sentences describing the morning in the country

How beautiful the morning sky in the country is! You see, the red sun rises like fire. She shyly covered her blushing face with white clouds. Thick white clouds are layered and clustered together, looking soft, just like attractive cotton candy, which makes people drool. The sun rises higher and higher, emitting thousands of golden rays. A plane flew across the sky, leaving a beautiful arc in the air. The blue sky set off the red sun and white clouds. What a beautiful sky!

In the morning at Yesanpo, before the morning fog dispersed, the sun rose and the mountains and rivers were bathed in golden morning light. The rumble of locomotives woke up the sleeping Yesanpo. Suddenly, the smoke curled up and the whole village boiled.

4. Poems about the morning

1, "Early Baidu City" Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.

2. "Doing Good and Going Early" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

3, "Making Stars" Tang Bai Juyi.

In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.

In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.

4, "Early Travel" Song Chen Yu Yi.

Dewdrops invaded the camel's brown, Han Xiao was bright, and the stars were dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.

When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.

5. "Early hair" Ye Luo in Tang Dynasty.

A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.

The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.

5. What are the sentences describing "morning" in the countryside?

How beautiful the morning sky in the country is! You see, the red sun rises like fire. She shyly covered her blushing face with white clouds.

When I get up in the morning, the horizon in the country is always foggy, and there is white smoke everywhere, just like steam. The sun rose slowly from the ridge and evaporated the white fog in the sky.

The white clouds in the countryside in the morning are layered and clustered together, looking soft, just like attractive cotton candy, which makes people drool. In the early morning, white clouds are floating in the light blue sky, the leaves on the roadside are blown by the breeze, and birds are chirping and jumping back and forth on the trees, as if to tell people that a new day has begun.

The morning sun in the countryside rises higher and higher, emitting thousands of golden lights. A plane flew across the sky, leaving a beautiful arc in the sky. The flaming sunrise brings a new day, the colorful sunrise contains new hope, the trees and Shan Ye are full of new vitality, and a new generation of people start a new day in the morning and make new progress.

The morning in the country is as blue as water, and the sky is against the red sun and white clouds. The air is cool, the sun has not yet risen, houses, trees, dovecote and terraces are all dragging long shadows, and there are many thought-provoking and sleepy cool corners in gardens and yards.

In the morning at Yesanpo, before the morning fog dispersed, the sun rose and the mountains and rivers were bathed in golden morning light. The rumble of locomotives woke up the sleeping Yesanpo. Suddenly, the smoke curled up and the whole village boiled.

In the morning in the country, beautiful, brave and high-spirited roosters announce the dawn with exciting calls and sing one after another. Dew, rolling down the dream of dandelion and clover, splashing transparent sunshine.

In a golden noise, a dawn that is no longer wet is hatched. The country slowly opened its sleepy eyes and woke up in a burst of comfort.

A colorless light shines on the face through the beloved curtain. After I got up quickly, I opened the curtains and pushed open the window. The breeze blew gently, accompanied by a fresh taste.

From a distance, the countryside is immersed in a hazy and ethereal realm. Ah, isn't such a beautiful morning scene in the countryside a fascinating paper painting? .

6. Poems about cooking smoke in the morning and singing birds in mountain villages

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.