All of Meng Haoran’s pastoral poems

1. Meng Haoran’s pastoral poetry

Landscape pastoral poetry is one of the ancient Chinese poems.

It originated from Xie Lingyun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. This type of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, rural scenery, and comfortable and tranquil secluded life.

Poets take landscapes and pastoral areas as their aesthetic objects, and cast their delicate brushstrokes on the quiet mountains, forests, and leisurely fields, creating a pastoral life to express their dissatisfaction with reality and their desire for a quiet and peaceful life. yearning. The poetry is meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the line drawing technique is mostly used.

Meng Haoran was a representative figure of the pastoral poetry school in the Tang Dynasty. He wrote a lot of works in his life. Here are only a few examples: 1. "Passing the Old Friend's Village" The old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

2. "Autumn Climb Orchid Mountain and Send Five Pieces" In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.

Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?

3. "Return to Nanshan at the end of the year" Beique Xiu wrote a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.

White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I will never sleep with sorrow, and the window will be empty at night under the pine moon.

4. "Climbing Lumen Mountain" At dawn, I came to cross the Yangtze River by river. A bird on the sand knows what is nearby, but a tree in the distance cannot be distinguished.

Gradually reaching Lumen Mountain, the mountain is bright and green. The rocks and pools are often bent, and the boats are often turned around.

I heard about Pang Degong in the past and did not return to collect medicine. Jinjian is full of bait, and moss lies on the stone bed.

I feel that I am old and have a good relationship with others. The hidden traces still exist today, but Gaofengmiao is far away.

When will the white clouds go? The red osmanthus will be in the sky. The discussion was not exhausted, and the sun set late as we returned to the boat.

5. "Rafting in the North Stream" The current in the North Stream is always full, and the floating boat can reach everywhere. It's interesting to wander along the river, why bother among the five lakes?

6. "Climbing Lumen Mountain to Reminisce about the Past" At dawn, we rode the current to cross the Yangtze River. The sand birds are close to each other for the first time, and the Pu trees are far away and cannot be distinguished.

Gradually we reached Lumen Mountain, where the mountains were bright and green. The rocks and pools are often bent, and the boats are often turned around.

I heard about Pang Degong in the past and did not return to collect medicine. The art of growing sesame in Jinjian, moss lying on the stone bed.

I feel that I am old, and I have to work hard to tie up cables. The hidden traces still exist today, but Gaofengmiao is far away.

When will the white clouds go? The red osmanthus will be in the sky. The discussion was not exhausted, and the sun set late as we returned to the boat.

7. "A Letter to Yan Jiu from Dongting Lake" The autumn in Dongting is in full swing, and I want to return to the boat. Don't distinguish the land of Jing and Wu, only the remaining water flows into the sky.

The trees in the Miaomi River are gone, and the waves are rising in the sea. Chi'er is a boat, and the prime minister will help Juchuan.

8. "Traveling in the lake, sending it to Yan Jiu Si Hu Fang" Guishui leads to Baiyue, and the boat sails at dawn. Jingyun covers Sanba, and I can't see my home at night.

King Xiang dreamed of rain, and the talented man was banished to Changsha. There is miasma in Changsha, and people are suffering from stagnation.

I miss you so much after seeing you for a long time, but I am happy to see you again. There is no reason to meet each other, which only increases the sorrow of traveling.

The Qingyuan cannot listen, and it flows along the Xiang River under the moon. 9. "Farewell to the Flooded Man on the River" I am a guest from across the country, and I am the one who banished you to live there.

They flew to the Yellow Crane Tower and wandered in the Cangwu wilderness. The post envoy rides on the clouds, and the expedition sail slips down along the edge.

I don’t know when we will be separated from each other. 10. "Mei Taoist Water Pavilion" Proud officials are extraordinary officials, and celebrities are Taoists.

Living in seclusion and being invisible, there is no reward for high talk. The water is close to the source of immortality, and the mountains hide ghosts and valleys.

Come to the lost place again and ask about the fishing boat under the flowers. 11. "The Work of Woodcutter" The woodcutter is deep in the mountains, where the trees overlap.

The bridge collapsed and the chariots were lying on the ground, and the road was dangerous and covered with hanging vines. The sunset is about to fade, and the mountain breeze is blowing on the rose clothes.

A long song bears a light policy, and the plains look back at the smoke. 12. "Song of Returning to Lumen at Night" The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishing boats are noisy as they scramble to cross the river.

People followed the beach to Xiangjiang Village, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.

The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. 13. "Growing melons at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and in Laopu Period" The woodcutter is close to Nanshan Mountain, and Lin Lu is in the north.

The ancestors left the original business, and the old farm became the neighbor's house. Instead of planting thousands of tangerines, we can only plant five-color melons.

Shaoping can help me cut the fluffy hemp. 14. "Going Boating with Lu Ming Mansion" Returning in spring after traveling hundreds of miles, the scenery is clear and refreshing.

The owl boat follows the wild geese, and the river is full of fire and stars. He has saved Tianjia from drought, but he still cures the common people and turns them into misunderstandings.

The article pushes the younger generation, and the elegance stirs up waves. The high bank of the valley is filled with new sounds and songs.

I still pity the untalented man, who has never been admitted to the imperial examination. 15. "Wang Lu Mountain in Pengli Lake" Taixu creates a halo of the moon, and the boatman knows the wind in the sky.

Hanging up the mat and waiting for Mingfa's arrival, the lake is vast and vast. Kuangfu appears in the middle stream, overwhelming Jiujiang Xiong.

The sky is dark and dark, majestic in the dawn sky. When the incense burner is first lit, the waterfall sprays into a rainbow.

I have wanted to pursue Shangzi for a long time, but now I am pregnant with the Duke from afar. I came here to serve, and I bowed slightly before I had time to take a breath.

The journey to Huaihai is almost halfway, and Xingshuang is about to be poor. Those who send messages to those who live in rocks will come to share their interests.

16. "Stay in Tongbai Temple on Tiantai" The sails are sailing on the sea, and I stay on Doyun Island in the evening. Looking for the interesting things in Cangzhou, it is good to be close to Chicheng.

The mulberry trees are also practicing the moss, and they stop to discuss freely. Take a rest in the shade of Tongbai, and pick the beautiful grass.

The cranes chirp and clear dew falls, and the rooster crows early in the morning. I would like to say that I will be able to get rid of my troubles.

Gaobu Lingsi Ming, Xuanzong has three elders. I have the intention to travel far away and learn the way of immortality.

Looking at the three mountains at sunset, the clouds and waves are vast in the sky. 17. "Staying in Tonglu River, sending me a message from my old trip to Guangling" The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night.

The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels.

I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea. 18. "Early Autumn" Unconsciously, the early autumn nights are getting longer and the breeze is becoming more and more desolate.

As the scorching summer heat subsides, the Mao Zhai becomes quiet, and the clumps of sedge under the steps are exposed. 19. "Composition on the Sea at the End of the Year" Zhongni died in the clouds, and I also floated in the sea.

Only when you see the bucket handle coming back in the dark will you know that the star of the year has changed. The empty boat can be used as it suits you, but fishing is not something you have to wait for.

I want to ask the people who are traveling in Cangzhou who is there again in Cangzhou. 20. "Pastoral Works" The house is isolated from the dust and noise, but the first thing is to maintain tranquility.

There are three paths adjacent to the divination, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits. I have been promoted to Guangdong for more than 30 years, but I haven't met him yet.

It is getting late when I write and write swords, and the sun is already dusk in Qiuyuan. When you wake up in the morning, you will have many thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you will often have few thoughts.

The swans in the sky are envious of the swans, and the chickens are ashamed to compete for food. Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road.

There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?

21. "Visiting Hometown" When traveling, I feel sad about the setting sun, and my homesickness reminds me of it. The situation is outside his mountain. It's cold and the birds are coming in the evening.

The snow is deep and the road is lost, and the clouds are dark and the balcony is lost. It's a pity that the panicked son is singing loudly, who will be the matchmaker?

22. "Evening in Xunyang and looking at Lushan Mountain" I have traveled thousands of miles, but I have not seen any famous mountains. Bozhou Xunyangguo, only to see Xianglu Peak.

After reading the biography of Yuan Gong, I will always cherish my traces. Donglin Jingshe is nearby, but at dusk I can hear the bell.

23. "Wanshan Pond" When fishing and sitting on a rock, the water is clear and the mind is at ease. Under the trees in the fish pond, apes hang among the vines on the island.

A wandering girl undressed her robe in the past and heard rumors about this mountain. If you can't get what you want, you can return it by singing songs along the moon.

24. "Xi Ran Di Zhu Pavilion" My second and third sons and I have had close friendships throughout our lives. We all have great ambitions, and in the past we had the heart of a wagtail.

The breeze is flowing in the bamboo forest. Da is the fun in wine and the occasional sound on the piano.

25. "Dawn Enters Nanshan" The miasma is filled with mist at dawn, and the Nanshan Mountain is filled with water and clouds. Kun Fei is now seen, bird. 2. Poems about the countryside

Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.

Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": People are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.

Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing": The male's voice is cheerful and the female's face is pleasant, and people don't complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!

Zhang Ji's "Old Song of the Wild": The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.

Nie Yizhong's "Shangtian Family": Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of the eyes, but cutting out the flesh in the heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light. If you don’t take care of the Qiluo Banquet, you will take the light of the escape house.

Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia": A light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects. The Tian family was free for a few days, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order. Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.

Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountains": The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were scorched. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still need to pay taxes; if the fields are desolate, they still need to collect seedlings. Sometimes you pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin the firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.

Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral": Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.

Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

Du Fu's "Sui Yan Xing": The clouds are turning late in the year, the north wind is blowing, and the Dongting of Xiaoxiang is covered with white snow. When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don't shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers.

High-motivated officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. The people of Chu value fish more than birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain. It is said that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere, cutting off kindness and forbearing love, but returning rent and mediocrity. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carving clay is the easiest to get, and if your likes and dislikes don't match your appearance, you will be confused. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?

Wen Tingyun's "Song of Burning": Standing up and looking at Nanshan, the mountains and fields are burning. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again. Drifting towards the rock, slowly reaching the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from a distance. The neighbor next to me can speak clearly, and I can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian". Bean sprouts and insects are swarming, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square. The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. When you hold money, people will tell you, and when you knock on tiles, you will hear the sound in the forest. The divination on the mountain was revealed, and he came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane. The wind drives away the mist of oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars burst out beyond the clouds, and the flying embers fell in front of the steps. She lay back and groaned and sneezed, and the crow girl cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?

Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (1)": The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (2)": Farming in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.