Poetry describing the smoke from the countryside

1. Poems about the curling kitchen smoke

Poems about the curling kitchen smoke 1. What are the poems describing the cooking smoke

1. The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the long river falls Yen. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

Translation: The solitary smoke rises straight up in the vast desert, and the sun sets perfectly on the endless Yellow River.

2. The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. ——Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi"

Translation: The sun is about to set over the ferry, and the smoke from the village is drifting away.

3. The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow on the ground; the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia"

Translation: The blue sky with floating blue clouds, the earth with flying yellow leaves, the autumn scenery is connected to the water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke.

4. The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Part 1"

Translation: The neighboring village houses are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke from cooking is floating in the village.

5. There are many towers in the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty in the mist and rain. ——Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun"

Translation: More than 480 ancient temples and countless towers left over from the Southern Dynasties are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.

6. The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay. ——Fan Chengda's "Early Departure under the Bamboo"

Translation: The smoke from the village is like a blue ripple, and when it reaches the bridge, it also takes advantage of the momentum and turns a corner.

7. The smoke cage is cold and the moon is caged in the sand. I stay in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant. ——Du Mu's "Boarding in Qinhuai"

Translation: The vast cold river is filled with misty smoke, and the clear brilliance of the bright moon shines on the white sand.

8. At dusk, candles were sent to the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the five princes. ——Han Hong's "Cold Food"

Translation: As night falls, the palace is busy passing candles around, and the smoke from cooking chimneys disperses into the homes of princes and nobles.

9. Drive away the smoke to find the stream house, and roll the fog out of the mountain. ——Wang Bo's "Ode to the Wind"

Translation: It blew away the smoke and clouds in the mountains, swept away the mist in the mountains, and revealed the houses beside the streams on the mountains.

10. The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are seen on the west bank of Shiji. ——Zhang Xu "Peach Blossom Stream"

Translation: A high bridge appeared through the clouds and smoke, asking about fishing boats on the west bank of the rock.

2. What are the poems about "smoke"

1. "Remembering Old Friends in Taoyuan"

Song Dynasty Lu You

Just like the world outside. I stayed for seventy days and was ordered to join the army in Chengdu and leave. Before leaving, I moved to Jingjing and wrote a poem in memory of old friends in Taoyuan.

The setting sun is silent and the firewood gate is closed. A little smoke rises. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest. All have the meaning of Xiao Ran.

When old age comes to an end, glory and wealth will be lost. Absolutely love the mountain city for nothing. Before going to the painting building, I often leaned against it. When will I come here again?

2. "Cangtan"

Lu You, Song Dynasty

A hundred men were helping to sing the oars, but the people on the other side of the boat were speechless.

For a while, people dispersed and there was no noise, except for the sound of two cars turning around a hundred feet away.

The dumb car turned urgent, and the boatman was already standing on the sand.

The fog collects and the reeds in the village shine red, and the fishermen’s houses are damp with smoke after the rain.

Looking back on my hometown, I have reached thousands of mountains, and I first passed the first beach when I went up the gorge.

The young man also admires the official for his pleasures, and turns to the old man to know that the journey is difficult.

3. "Work on a Dark Day in September"

Lu You, Song Dynasty

The smoke from cooking stoves and desert Hengmen are silent, and the birds are returning in the cold sun.

Countless red maples reflect the blue cypress trees, and the heavenly workmanship is known as Fan Kuan Mountain.

4. "Late Autumn"

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Qingqiu is a new year again, and the eyes are full of red maples reflecting white apples.

We have lost all contact with old friends at home, but the gulls and herons of Tingzhou are close to each other.

5. "Qing Ping Le"

Shi Yue of the Song Dynasty

The water is far away and the flowers are quiet, and the smoke from the cooking stove is cold on the other side.

Ten miles of weeping poplar trees shake their tender shadows. I wake up from hangovers and worries.

6. "West Taiyi Palace Tower"

Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty

Flowers are scattered on the grass, and willows are slanting by the water.

At dusk, the smoke from the kitchen rises alone, and I don’t know who owns the fishing net.

7. "Treading on the Shasha, Long Steps on the Clear Snow"

Wang Bin, Qing Dynasty

Walking on the snow bridge, visiting the Meixi River. The first spring breeze breaks the jade on the tips. The thatched huts in every village are filled with smoke from cooking fires at night, and even more wine is found in the villages.

8. "The Envoy to the Fortress"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The bicycle wanted to ask about the side, but it belonged to the country and passed Juyan.

Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty and returned to the Wutian.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

Whenever Xiao Guan rides, he always protects Yan Ran.

9. "Late Step in Shebei"

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The Chuiyan Village in Momo is far and near, and the Nuo drums and drums are in the east and west in winter.

The Sancha Ancient Road is in Canwuli, and a clear river flows through the mist.

Foreign objects have been forgotten like discarded clothes, and I am old and have no companion to restrain me.

It's cold and lonely, the fence is late, and I see Fusheng being one year old and poor.

10. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields - Part 1"

Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty

He has little sense of vulgarity and loves hills and mountains by nature.

I fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years.

The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.

The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

3. Poems containing cooking smoke

Dielianhua (Chen Sanpin)

Changhe City is surrounded by western mountains. The green scales of ducks pat the banks of the pond. A gust of east wind turns around. Looking forward, I feel that my lonely sail is far away. I only regret that I came late to find beauty. Zhe Laosang is dense, and farming villages are everywhere. The mountain bird advises the officials to be drunk and cheap. Listen to the smoke from the kitchen and the cocoon reeling in the deep alley.

Shui Long Yin (Qiu Yuan)

Xiaoxing shoots low, but Zhen Han is still dazed. Smoke from the kitchen chimes in the house, people are talking in the next room, and luggage is in front of the stirrups. Frost smoothes the bridge, fog obscures the grass, and time flows. I am so sad that the carved saddle is alone, my sleeves are full of coldness, and I enter the setting moon and the empty mountain. The tip of the whip is an allusion. Next to the wine flag, the firewood gate is closed again. A little bit of water and ink, because the wind wants to send it, the plum blossoms are thousands of miles away. The treasure tent is full of spring, and I believe in dreams, but some people are haggard. When you come back, don't rely on your new accent, and replace it with tears and no worries.

Early departure under the bamboo (Fan Chengda)

After the morning makeup broke through the cold, we chatted while straddling the saddle to relieve our tiredness.

Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains.

The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.

The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of emotion and no thought.

The Order of Staying in Spring (Gaoguan Country)

The broken clouds are reflected lowly, the small bridges are flowing, and the river is flat and far away. The smoke from Liu Ying's house seems to be on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Immediately the east wind blew my face. Who cares about this? Singing and drinking in the flowers, asking when we will meet again.

Ci Yun Zizhan and Shu Yao prayed to the snow mist and pig spring and sang in harmony (Huang Tingjian)

The old farmer was hungry for a long time and wanted to see the forest and the rain.

Lin Hui threw a bib to carry the baby, but he didn't cry when he heard that the baby was cooked.

Regardless of the fact that there is no smoke in the kitchen, the cobwebs and snail saliva pass through the tree shaft.

To make Jun Minxue taste less meaty, cook cakes with Artemisia annua and salted Shuji.

It is said that the claws should be cut to invade the skin, and the grass will remain green even if the frost does not kill it.

The ghost is lingering in the mist of the western mountains, and the fragrance of livestock fat and wine has not been defiled.

If I had to go and have dinner with Father Dong, I would rather blame Ge Beiyuan.

Dr. Qi, the official of the ancestral hall, was exposed and reported to Cangyadian.

Please pray that the sky will not be exhausted, and you will also cry when a fish crosses the river.

The goose’s neck is cut off and its blood is still wet, and the wind, horses, clouds and chariots meet each other.

Baili banners are sprinkled with jade flowers, causing your righteousness to be stung by dragons and snakes.

The old farmer is happy to have spring, and is calling for his children to eat and his cows to take care of the coir raincoat hats.

Doctor, don’t lament that you are tired of serving as a public servant. The wheat rice will slip away next year.

Fabai Shakou Deputy Chief Lu (Huang Tingjian)

The pole master saves the head and tail, and I am the master of control.

The hanging mat is full of wind, like a strong crossbow string.

Dawn is at Baishakou, and smoke can be seen from the long reeds.

A leaf supports the autumn rain, and a hundred-foot boat on the Cangjiang River.

Looking at the turmoil in the world, who can survive for a long time?

Nian Xi Shengli District, dealing with the world.

The avenue is full of leisure, and everything is worth donating.

Who knows that with pure eyesight, one can see the old mountains and rivers differently.

Wuchang Songfeng Pavilion (Huang Tingjian)

The pavilion is built against the mountain to see the plains, and the skips and buckets are inserted into the rafters at night.

The meaning of my name is appropriate.

The old pine tree has been tall and tall for hundreds of years, and its weight is now as tall as the sky.

The wind sings Emperor Wa’s fifty strings, and the Bodhisattva spring is not needed to wash the ears.

The second and third sons of Jia were very fond of virtuous people, but they were too poor to buy wine and get drunk at this feast.

The night rain sounds on the corridor until dawn, and we look at each other lying on the monk's blanket unable to return.

The springs are dry and the rocks are dry and gurgling again, and the mountains and rivers are shining for me.

The wild monk was hungry early and could not eat anything. At dawn, he saw smoke from cooking in the cold stream.

The Dongpo Taoist has sunk into the spring. When will Zhang Hou arrive?

You can sleep during the day under the strong waves at Diaoyutai, and you can watch the dragons entangled in seal scripts at Yiting Pavilion.

The body is free from cramps, and the boat carries all the friends around.

Yuzhi Garden (Huang Tingjian)

Xiaoxiang River is born in spring, and the wind is blowing in the valley spring.

After the rain, the flowers bloom in the desert, and the catkins are dancing in the sky.

Go up to the Zhu Pavilion in the famous garden and look at the back and the front.

Asking the people who lived there in the past, there is no smoke from the kitchen.

Life must be rich.

The river is clear and rippled.

It has been like this for a hundred years, and An Yong is crying.

Marquis Jiang is doing great things, and he is happy one after another.

The bones in the stream are carried in the car, and they are just like shoulder to shoulder.

I hate looking at Kong Ren’s face, but the ugly stone turns into beauty.

Ganjun advised me to get drunk, but I did so.

My red eyes are in chaos, and flowers fall from the sky.

Action requires support, and that can make stone strong.

I love you, Lei's Qin, and the water makes the strings grow.

But most of the people who hate music will die in the river.

I have sinned against poetry in my life, which is like a chronic illness that cannot be cured.

Now it is time to correct yourself from the pain, and repeat the three provocations.

Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Reminiscing about the South of the Yangtze River (Hong Shi)

Lamenting the old year, the summer drought returns to the autumn sun. The ten rains and five winds are all determined, and every possible means is used to cause disasters. How can a small county ban it? The word "Lao" means "Hui Lu Qia Ding Huang". The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the fields, and the residents are stuck in their hometowns. Ancestor Dao exempted? grain.

Qinyuanchun (Huangji)

As the sun passes by the west window, guests sleep in their pillows, and the courtyard is empty. Remember that in Haitang Cave, there are mud and gold treasures, under the wine brewing rack, and the oil-walled chariots. Drunken ink is used to compose poems, the roses are heavy with dew, and the walls are covered with flying crows. Striving to know, wandering towards the present, looking to the end of the world. Half of the peaches are steamed. There are even more weeping poplar trees on both sides of the bank. Then drink Diaojiu wine to kill the hatred of spring, measure the pearls and buy smiles to repay the years. Opposite the green hills, you can't reach them. It's said that there will be no need to cover them with the floating clouds. Deep in the mountain, I saw smoke rising from cooking stoves, and I knew someone was home.

4. Poems about Niao Niao

1. Cigarettes curl around the Jinglou Ming Tang Yin's "I Love Autumn Fragrance" 2. Nipples of east wind butterflies try on clothes Ming Om Xiang Gong's "West Lake" 3 , Bi smoke curls, ancient flowers and civilization, Om Xiang Gong, "Dawn in the Mountains" 4. Liu Ming's statement on the edge of the city, "Folding Willows" 5, Xiang Ze slightly smells the dust, curls Ming Cheng Jiasui's "October 10th, Wang Jiusazai heard a song in the house" 》 6. The earth owls flew to the trees and curled up in Chu Shi Fanqi's "Beimang Journey" 7. The curling cool breeze looked at the Dongting Master Ming Daoyuan's "Autumn Xing" 8. The curling green flowers curled around Ming Fengfang's "Miscellaneous Poems" 9. curling white Feng Mengzhen of the Ming Dynasty in front of the door, "The willows can hide the crows" 10. The smell of flowers is fragrant in the courtyard. Feng Weimin of the Ming Dynasty, "I was a guest in the capital when I was working on the last day" 11. Several curls and whining sounds, Gao Qi of the Ming Dynasty, "Listening to Jiang Qing playing the flute in the rain in the guest house 》12. The cool breeze brings out the Ming Dynasty Gao Qi's "Five poems about Gusu's miscellaneous poems about Wuwu Mountain and the fragrance of Guiwu" 13. The curling up the Qing Dynasty song Ming Gu Heng's "Zhiyuntang's rhyme is the word jade" 14. When the household is clear, the clouds are clear Niao Ming Guo Deng's "Zhuxuan Zhen Fu for Ruan Gong" 15. The east wind curls up Zhu Lan Ming Hang Ji's "Ci rhyme willow branches" 16. The mournful sound curls out of the heavy curtain Ming Dynasty He Liangjun's "Yi Mao August Remaining Wine Guests Above Qingxi" Sitting with Li Jie singing his zither, Ode to the Mountain" 17. The spring smoke curls up, the rain is misty and bright, Huang Jishui's "The willows grow taller" 18, The east wind curls up and the gulls wave, Ming Lanzhi's "Su Kaijian River, cherishing old friends from central Fujian" 19, Ink bamboo in the hand The wind curls brightly, Li Dongyang's "Ink Bamboo Song Collected by the Ministry of Punishment" 20, The roses curling over the threshold, Xinming Li Zhen's "Spring Revenge on behalf of the Beauty" 21, The curling chit in the daytime, Tang Changjian's "The guest came back from Yan and mourned her old age and gave it to her" 22 , Drunk knocking on the jade plate, Song of the Tang Dynasty, Zhao Gu's "Two Poems of Dr. Shen's Residence in Wanling" 23, Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "The Song of Drunk and Knocking on the Jade Plate, and the Song of the Tongtang with Lu Shiyu" 24, The wind curls and the trees are in full bloom, Tang Lu Zhaolin's "Prison" Middle School Sao Style" 25. Niao Niao Chuan Yun Qu Tang Du Mu "Zhang Hao Hao's Poems and Preface" 26. Guest Worry Chang Niao Niao Tang Du Mu "Going to Beijing for the first time and entering Biankou Xiaojing, I sent him to the Ministry of War Li Langzhong in advance" 27 Niao Niao Weeping Willow Wind Tang Du Mu "Village Walk" 28. Red lotuses curling up in the autumn smoke of the Tang Dynasty Yang Yuhuan "Gift to Zhang Yunrong Dance" 29. Tang Shang Yunrong's dance curled up in the autumn smoke. Tang Xue Neng's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs of Willow Branches" 30. Autumn wind curled up in the Tang Dynasty Chen Ziang's "Encounter" Thirty-eight Poems".

5. Sentences describing kitchen smoke

As long as you hear Teresa Teng’s lyrics like "The smoke rises again, the dusk shines on the earth------", There will be wisps of smoke floating in front of your eyes involuntarily.

The smoke is the clouds rising from the houses, the ghosts formed by firewood stoves, and the sound and breath of the village. They have experienced the fire, and then been baptized by a dark flue and filtered without a net. Then they emerge from the chimney impatiently and constantly introduce new ones. They are the manifestation of the immortal soul of crops after people's exhaustive efforts. .

The smoke is so quiet, pure, light and ethereal. Because it has both a simple and honest gentle side and an otherworldly and elegant side.

On windy days, the smoke from the cooking pots is swaying in the wind and rain, "silver snakes dance in the mountains, ape gallops like wax elephants", "the stormy waves break the shore and roll up thousands of piles of snow", like a righteous warrior; there is no wind. In those days, the smoke from the kitchen is curling up, the face is pleasant, "the breeze is like a swallow", "there is no wind without a wave", and he is just like a frail scholar. On cloudless days, they are the light-toned clouds floating in the sky that are closest to people. They are unobtrusive and low-key. They always keep a close distance with people and are neither too far nor too close. I don’t know if they are. In order to let people observe the "clouds" to understand the weather; on cloudy days, the existence of cooking smoke seems a little redundant and unconfident. The wind is light and the clouds are light, as if they are the abandoned waves of the clouds, more like the waves under the tail of the clouds. The small embellishments are the extra feet sloping out from under the clouds, making it appear that the sky is just as varied and colorful with or without it. Then, think of the smoke from the kitchen smoke as the elegant little tassels under Miss Yun's dress. .

Cooking smoke is not the "Sun Wukong" who appeared out of nowhere, and of course it is not an unfounded rumor. "Grudges have their heads, and debts have their owners." There is no need to trace the source. Most of the cooking smoke in the village is the sacrifice of crop straw. The ghost. The fruits of crops are food that feeds people, and their straw absorbs the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon over a season and becomes an indispensable fuel for people's lives. It can be said to be a shining example of dedicating one's youth to one's life.

People can understand the weather (smoke) by looking at the "clouds". They do not need to carefully examine the color of the smoke. They can know with the naked eye that "dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes". They can even tell by the smell of cooking smoke. Know which family's cooking smoke is the kind of firewood that raises children. "It used to be difficult to make a difference", because various types of firewood have different smoke colors and smells, especially for people who have experienced rural life, it is very difficult to confuse them.

For a long time, I have always felt that the understanding of "unworldly fireworks" is meant for those who cannot correctly identify cooking smoke, because wherever people live, there will be cooking smoke, and cooking smoke is the breath of the village. With breathing, where there is no rising smoke, there is deathly silence. Of course, it is not the world of fireworks. Those who do not eat the fireworks of the world are gods, but they do not live in the human world, and they are not lively people. The so-called most prosperous place in the world is like this: the village is set off by the smoke, and every movement and silence highlights and arouses the leisure and busyness of the world, because they cleverly form a picture of the rural customs of farming civilization. In the painting, what is quiet is a century-old house, and what is moving is the rising smoke. Their movement and stillness are combined so inadvertently from time to time. "When the golden wind and jade dew combine, they win over countless people in the world." The random spread of the smoke is a This is the most harmonious picture of life in the world, especially the firelight. According to legend, thousands of lights are on. This should be the peaceful and peaceful life of the village that has been passed down through the ages.

Cooking smoke should be the place where people thrive, because wherever there is cooking smoke, there will be no absence of people. Cooking smoke always looks at the sunrise and sunset with indifference, and ignores the waxing and waning moon. It always gives people the intimacy of human fireworks and the transcendent romance. When the smoke rises, it will make people put themselves in their place and melt into one. This kind of air and atmosphere are ubiquitous and accessible. At this time, the smoke becomes the living breathing and audio-visual of the village, making people's hearts softer and clearer, especially those who return home late at night. It seems that they have also gained the village and home His meticulous care and guidance.

The smoke from the kitchen in the morning is usually light and clear in the wind and the clouds are light, and the curls are like "the color of grass looks far away but there is nothing close"; the smoke from the kitchen at noon, because life has to go on, looks like the wind and waves are coming and going, just like Some "the sky is high and the clouds are light", which means that people come and go quickly; while the evening meal can best show the delicacy in the roughness of rural life. "The smoke curls up from the kitchen and the herdsmen return". At this time, the family is usually complete. At that time, the colonel's children, the returning travelers, and the tired farmers had three meals a day, and of course the most important thing was the warmth of the dinner. All year round, year after year, year after year, let the smoke and wind bring rain. It goes away but is thick and lingers for a long time. Cooking smoke also has its own characteristics in different seasons, like poetry and painting. The cooking smoke in summer, spring and autumn is like breakfast and lunch for farmers. It requires frugality. Simplicity in simplicity shows delicacy. Generally, it changes gradually with the changes of seasons; winter smoke Cooking smoke is like farmers' dinner. It is very different from other seasons. The smoke is more frequent and thicker because coal is burned in winter and firewood is burned in summer.

In the cold winter, the rising smoke appears incoherent and chaotic. In fact, it is also well-proportioned, orderly in chaos, coarse and fine. When relatives and friends come, it is normal for people to warm themselves up by the fire, so it is not only the three meals a day that can be included, but also with the arrival of the Lunar New Year, therefore, the smoke comes one after another, continuous, and endless. It is normal to be shy, and it is not surprising to be restrained. Life also seems to be so colorful, lively, full of chickens, ducks and fish. The simple life year after year has the richness in simplicity, in this warm place In the sweet and intoxicating daily life, no matter how rough the soul is, surrounded by the warmth of nature, it will smell the solid foundation of the colorful and colorful life.

The so-called modern and contemporary industrial civilized life under urbanization is actually hypocritically rejecting the most eco-friendly and recycled agricultural smoke in the farming era, and on the other hand, it is creating a smoky atmosphere with great fanfare. The smoke and dust of industrialization. If you don’t see the industrialized chimneys standing everywhere, their “cooking” smoke is like a black sword piercing the blue sky. Their descendants are luxuriant and become a grand sight. They are giants who are responsible for their duties and dominate the river and sky. They are definitely not The fireworks we would like to see are the harmonious curls of smoke in the human world.

6. What are some poems or words that describe the curling smoke from cooking kitchens, the delicious food and the environment deep in the mountains?

1. The jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. - Tang Dynasty , He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"

2. In Chiri, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. ——Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Quetrains"

3 . The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusted, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. - Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

4. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. - Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Quatrains"

5. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of ducks with warm water in the spring river. ——Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Huichong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River""

6. West In front of the mountain, egrets fly, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.——Zhang Zhihe, "Yu Gezi"

7. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.——Song Dynasty, Ye Shaoweng's "A Garden Tour" It’s not worth it”

8. The beautiful sun is on the Surabaya shore, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.——Song Dynasty, Zhu Xi’s "Spring Day"

9. Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, the water village and the mountains are Guo Jiuqi Feng. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain. - Tang Dynasty, Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

10. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom. ——Tang Dynasty, Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

11. Weicheng City is light and dusty in the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. ——Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"

12. The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. ——Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"

7. A poem about returning to the garden and sitting in the middle of the field to describe the distant villages and cooking smoke

"At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean sprouts are sparse.

He wakes up in the morning to clear out the filth, and returns home with a moon load to hoe." Write about his life situation when he goes out early and returns late to hoe beans. ; "Warm warm/Far away village, Yiyi/Smoke in the ruins.

Dogs bark/In the deep lanes, cocks crow/Top of the mulberry trees." It writes about the tranquility and tranquility of the countryside where the smoke curls up from the kitchen and the dogs bark and the cocks crow. life situations.

"A square house of more than ten acres and eight or nine thatched houses" is a simple outline, which shows the simplicity of the owner's life and describes the simplicity of rural life. The green shade of elms and willows shrouds the back of the house, and peach and plum blossoms compete in front of the hall. The plainness and splendor are intertwined, and the author's contented mood is revealed in the sentences.

It also describes the beauty of the scenery. "Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on the tops of mulberry trees", using movement to reflect the stillness and sound to contrast the silence, makes the countryside more tranquil and peaceful, and expresses the author's love for this kind of life.