Three ancient poems describing rural scenery

1, Spring Night Bamboo Pavilion presents Qian Shaofu to Lantian.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

All creatures are quiet in spring and night, and every time they hear several dogs barking in the bamboo forest.

But when I remember being in the mountains, there was a place far west of the mountains.

I envy you for leaving tomorrow, content with the glory of ferns.

On the silent spring night, everything stopped, and from time to time, I heard several dogs barking through the bamboo forest. But it reminds me that when I was in the mountains, people lived far west of the mountain stream. I really envy you for leaving for home at dawn, content with picking ferns and despising your officials.

2. An autumn night in the mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

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.

After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather is particularly cool in early autumn and evening. The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks. The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe. Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.

3. Return to the garden, and 3.

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

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.

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night. The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.

Step 4 get out of the suburbs

Ming Dynasty: Yang Shen

The fields on the hillside are like stairs, and the rows of neat fields on the plain are like chessboards.

The egret suddenly flew into the rice field and found a white spot on a green seedling.

The frontier fields on the hillside are like stairs, and the frontier fields on the upper and lower floors are like chessboards. Suddenly, the egret flew into the rice field and lit a white spot on a green seedling.

5. Pastoral agriculture in spring

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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.

There is a spring pigeon chirping on the house, and there are large white apricot flowers on the edge of the village. Holding an axe to sort out the long branches of mulberry trees and carrying a hoe to watch the passage of spring water. The swallow flew back last year, as if he knew its lair. The old owner of the house is looking through the New Year calendar. I raised my glass to drink, and then stopped. I can't help but feel disappointed when I think of people who have left their homes to be guests.

6. Seven pastoral songs (4)

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Spring grass is lush, autumn grass is lush, and pine trees grow in Xia Han.

Cattle and sheep return to the village lane, and young people don't know how to dress.

The lush spring grass still presents a vibrant green color in autumn. Tall pine trees have shade in summer. Cattle and sheep do not need to be driven away, and will return to the alley in the village. The children are naive and don't know the dignitaries.