Poetry describing changes in the countryside

1. Poems about the changes in the rural environment

Poems about the changes in the rural environment 1. Poems describing the rural environment

1. Life is like tea, calm down and respond . Right or wrong is innocent, the reason is the previous life. It is smart to recognize clearly and let go. Can't see through, a dream has no trace. If there is no rain, the flowers will still fall; if there is no wind, the catkins will fly. We should observe the nature of the Dharma Realm, and everything is created by the mind.

2. Wearing a green dress, it is dyed with the fragrance of a tree, and the moonlight on both sleeves tells the story of peerless elegance.

3. If you can find happiness and stability in this life, who would want to be homeless?

4. When the moon is missing, the sparse tung trees hang, and the missing moon breaks one's initial tranquility. Who sees a lonely person walking around alone? Misty and solitary shadow. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold

5. One day's heart expects thousands of kalpas to be there, and I am afraid of fate in another life.

6. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree, the soul of a leaf, and see the whole autumn.

7. The autumn moon on a lake is broken and sad, the wind is also blurred, and the rain is also blurred.

8. I am possessed by a devil for you, so I will punish you to spend your whole life trying to save me.

9. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.

10. The years are quiet and the nights are gentle. How dare I grow old before you come?

11. The bones are strong if they have joints. If you don’t care, you should be honest. After many storms, it is better to break than to bend. It is still green all year round and does not compete with other flowers.

12. Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

13. Everyone goes crazy to avoid the summer heat, but the Zen master is the only one who never leaves his room. It's not a Zen room, it won't be hot, but if you can calm your mind, your body will feel cool.

14. One day and two days of madness, he has passed 36,000 games. When he was new to acquaintances, it was like asking each other, just like wandering in a foreign land.

15. Living in the world is like a lotus, pure and elegant, free from dirt and dirt, and indifferent to glitz.

2. Sentences describing the rural environment

1. In the early morning, I always wake up naturally and look at the light outside the wooden window getting brighter and brighter, and the chirping of birds changes from chirping to chirping. The lively and noisy atmosphere gradually decreased, and I thought they had gone to catch bugs after the party. Occasionally, a melodious singer would come and fly away. I got up and looked at the time on my phone. It was not yet six o'clock. The sun had already risen between the trees, casting light lightly on the east wall. The light cast into the room covered the floating dust, and the small particles rose happily in the light. Sinking, like a morning dance. I packed up my mother's clothes, pushed her to sit in the sunshine, and started making breakfast. Because there is no sense of time in rural life, everything can be done leisurely. 2. There is so much water in this place. As long as you stand in an open place, there will be a large or small river flowing into your eyes.

In the morning, before the fish in the river woke up, people used their pennies to smash their dreams. The fog was thick, and no one could be seen on the other side. When the two boats approached each other, I broke out in a cold sweat. They kept saying it was a good chance, but the boats were already more than a foot away. There is an old fisherman here. He is seventy-eight years old, with white hair and a childish face, and a voice like a bell. "Selling fish and shrimps--", although it is an ordinary shout, it makes people feel as if they have woken up and drank a cup of strong tea, feeling comfortable and full of body fluids. Occasionally, there is a lazy man on the boat who drank too much last night. He climbed out of the cabin in a daze and looked at the dark sky. He stood at the stern of the boat and let out a line of turbid urine. I rarely get scolded by my wife, and I have to carry cooking water from the river!

There are often two cute little birds catching the tips of the willow trees by the river. Their eyes are facing each other, chirping and chirping, with infinite tenderness, cuddling together. A pair of carps that came out for air in the morning took advantage of the mist to play happily, regardless of the old fisherman's envious and helpless gaze.

The sky is getting brighter and the sun is shining, dispelling the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came to life. When farmers get up early, they do two things: pour night incense and cook breakfast. In this place, people's latrines are often right by the river, and the host and the hostess do their own thing without conflict, without feeling anything wrong. Later, the village was buzzing with excitement, students went to school, farmers went to the fields, and workers worked. 3. The beauty of rural life lies outside the courtyard. When I stayed in my old residence, I would often put on a pair of cloth shoes and change into casual clothes when I went out to see the scenery. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most visually comfortable thing is the bright red and green clothes of the village girls, while the auditory enjoyment is the refreshing sounds of cocks and insects, and the sound of farmers opening their courtyard doors. Such gaudy The colors and simple sound are most closely related to the vast fields of wheat and the stumbling cattle. Going forward, there is a wine shop in the distance from the residential houses. The name of the shop is "Happy Forest". I felt very happy, and the wind was blowing under my feet, as if I was touched by the fairy spirit of Chinese Kung Fu.

3. What are the sentences describing the rural environment?

1. The beauty of rural life lies outside the courtyard. When I lived in my old residence, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and changed into casual clothes. When I go out to collect scenery and walk in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing visually is the bright red and green clothes of the village girls, and the auditory enjoyment is the refreshing sounds of chickens and insects, and the sound of farmers opening their courtyard doors. The gaudy colors and simple sound are most closely related to the vast fields of wheat and the stumbling cattle. Going forward, there is a wine shop in the distance from the residential houses. The name of the shop is "Happy Forest". I felt very happy, and the wind was blowing under my feet, as if I was touched by the fairy spirit of Chinese Kung Fu.

2. In the early morning, I always wake up naturally and look at the light outside the wooden window getting brighter and brighter. The chirping of the birds gradually decreases from the lively and noisy chirping. I think they are catching bugs after the party. Went. Occasionally, a sweet singer would fly in and out with a few calls. I got up and looked at the time on my phone. It was not yet six o'clock, and the sun had already risen between the trees, casting light on the east wall and onto the house. The light inside is covered with floating dust, and the tiny particles rise and sink happily in the light, like a dance in the morning. I packed up my mother's clothes, pushed her to sit in the sunshine, and started making breakfast. Because there is no sense of time in rural life, everything can be done leisurely.

3. The farmyard surrounded by willow trees is even more mesmerizing. The remaining halo of the setting sun shines through the layers of branches and leaves on the red brick and blue tiled house, giving it a layer of yellow color, and wisps of smoke are emitted from the chimney. A few swallows flew through the air, and chickens and ducks were walking on the ground in front of the door looking for food. When the last ray of sunset faded, looking around, the whole village was shrouded in twilight. The lights of thousands of houses flickered, flickering on and off, creating a beautiful and peaceful night. People are immersed in this peaceful atmosphere.

4. Under the window is a large square field. Next to the road is a lush mango forest. At the end of the forest is a small stream. It can be said to be pitifully small. Using the water from this stream to irrigate the forest will work! Next to it is a large, green grassland, which is even more beautiful in the summer. Beautiful morning glories bloom on the grass, attracting beautiful colorful butterflies, giving it a unique hometown flavor. There is a farmhouse on the grass next to it. Whenever night falls, darkness shrouds the Tian Fang grid. The farmhouse turned on the lights, and the orange-red light was like a pair of magical eyes.

4. Ancient poems about cleaning the countryside and protecting the environment

When I was young, I planted pine trees all over Donggang. Moving an inch of root at first is as trivial as transplanting rice seedlings.

"Recording to the First Lady Not to Kill the Birds"

(Su Shi, Song Dynasty)

When I was young, there were bamboos and cypresses in front of the study room where I lived. , the garden is full of bushes, and birds nest on them. Lord Wuyang hates killing, and children and servants are not allowed to catch birds. For several years, they have nested in low branches, and their eagles can look down at them. There are also four or five hundred tung flower phoenixes flying among them. The feathers of this bird are extremely rare and rare to see, but it can be tamed and disturbed, but it is not afraid of people. If you see it in the village, you will think it is something strange. There is no other, unfailing sincerity, and trust in others.

Translation:

When I was a boy, in front of the study room where I lived, there were green bamboos, pines, cypresses and some flowers and plants. They grew lushly in the courtyard, and many birds built on them. nest. Lord Wuyang hated the act of killing animals and told his children, slaves and servants not to catch birds. After a few years, the bird's nest bent the branches, and the hatchlings in the bird's nest could be seen secretly by lowering their heads. There are also four to five hundred birds called Tonghuafeng, flying in the yard. The feathers of this bird are the most precious and rare to see, but (this kind of bird) can be very tame and undisturbed. there), and they are not afraid of people. When people in the countryside saw this phenomenon, they thought it was very strange. (Actually) there is no other reason for this, other than the sincerity (the owner) treats these birds and the reason why he always keeps his word when dealing with these animals that are different from humans.

5. Poems about environmental changes

Environmental poetry--------------------------- ----------------I think if all people in China use a pair of disposable chopsticks.

So, how much wood will be wasted in China with a population of 1.3 billion? I think if everyone in China uses one plastic bag. So, how much white pollution will there be in China with a population of 1.3 billion? I think if everyone in China sends a greeting card.

So, how much resources will China consume with a population of 1.3 billion? Environmental poetry praising elderly environmental volunteers who spent their youth serving the country and are now old. What do you want when you leave your post at sunset? We devote ourselves to environmental protection every day, and our blood and sweat water the tranquility of the city. Everyone loves and cares for the beautiful environment, and the hard work nourishes the beauty, and the green grass and red flowers strengthen the city's power.

The green willows and white poplars are green, and everyone loves and helps the beauty. Climbing up to Dongshan Wanggang City, the willows are slowly green, and the steel city is dyed with thousands of purples and reds.

The pines and cypresses are lush, the purple locust trees are lush, and the green leaves and blue waves reflect the blue sky. In the past, the steel city was in ruins, but now it is green and rainbow-colored.

Whoever comes up with the magic pen will be dyed with the sweat of the environmental protection army. The Splendid Steel City has a bird's-eye view of the Steel City. Everything is new, with fountains bursting with flowers.

The pearl is dazzling with colorful colors, and the scenic spots are fragrant everywhere. The factory has been given a new look. Green grass happily accompanies the factory building, and thousands of flowers are in full bloom and fragrant.

The scenery is picturesque and intoxicating, unlike the desolate landscape of the past. It’s a great pleasure to visit Gangdu. The environment is clear and the city is smoke-free. Flowers are blooming everywhere and singing in spring.

It’s so fun to visit the Steel City with greenery everywhere.

Poems about environmental protection. Trees in the city become residents' registered residences. Trees in the city are divorced from the nature of the land and forest. Green is a decorative color. At night, the thoughts of trees are drawn. In the distant hustle and bustle of the wilderness, you experience the personality of the city, a feeling. A full man is lonely. The trees in the city stand on the street and bear the intrusion of flying dust and turbid air. The lonely man sheds tears secretly. The essence of the tree gradually changes. The wandering souls of the fallen leaves cannot find a way to return. The end of winter is coming. , the rugged branches reaching towards the sky are trying to catch the gentleness of the season, the singing of these stray soldier birds, the Sanskrit sounds that soothe the soul, the wind and rain of the night, holding on to the roots of life and going deep into the soil, searching hard for the traces of the forest. The trees in the city, a natural flag, gradually retreated. A bird song and a bird song cut through the restless city. The passing shadow of the bird was a beautiful arc. The face of the city was young and mysterious. The fatigue came from the lonely moment of the soul. I heard a sound. The chirping of birds crossed the distant woods beyond the walls of the city, and the flowing river called my soul. Follow them, passing through the heavy world. The cries of birds fell from their nests into loneliness and death, and the black mist in the more distant chimney gradually rose. The blue of the sky no longer presents the river of life. Birds are constantly searching for their nests in the forest in winter. These folk singers, some timeless songs. In the dreamland of the city at night, your unremitting stirring of the soul cannot be settled by a bird song. I can't. Use beautiful thoughts to greet self-blame. My sight is blocked by high walls, and my breath is wrapped in smoke and dust. During the day, I rush among the crowds and traffic, and at night, I curl up on the sofa and couch.

Oh my god, I want to break away, go to the trickling river, go to the quiet pavilion, go to compare with the mountains, go to sing antiphonally with the birds. I know that my body and mind are inseparable from your nourishment and moisture. I know that my thoughts are enriched by your comfort.

I know - you have given me too much. Watching you gradually move away from me, but I never stop asking for you.

Even if you remain silent, your pain cannot be concealed or silenced. Where does the happiness come from such hurt? I feel sorry for you and feel deeply remorseful. I can't fix the problem before it causes a catastrophe.

Return the green mountains to the green, return the rivers to the clear, make the air fresher, let the flowers bloom and the shadows of the trees dance, let the grass be green and the birds sing joyfully, and make our homes beautiful and vibrant, so that we can enjoy a colorful life. Take care of the earth we live on.

6. Poems about pastoral scenery

Ancient poems about pastoral scenery 1. "Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The rivers and mountains in Chiri are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. 2. "Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 3. "Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 4. "Wangchuan Leisurely Presents Pei Xiucaidi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows. 5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in One of the Fields" by Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. 6. "Pastoral Words" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded 10,000 miles.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream. 7. "Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 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. 8. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from 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. 9. "April in the Village" Weng Juan, Song Dynasty The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. 10. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Cheng of the Song Dynasty. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, the white cabbage flowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 11. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. 12. "Autumn Rain in the Pastoral" Geng Mao of the Tang Dynasty The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.

The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook?

The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches. In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved.

Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. 13. "Xinyiwu" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. 14. "The Pastoral Event on Qi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Standing on the water in Qi, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.

The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well. The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.

What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight.

15. "Returning to Songshan" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return in the evening. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated. 16. "Brother Cui Puyang Ji Zhongqian's Mountain Xing" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty also visited Weimen when he went to Shanxi. The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Jun is leisurely on the pond.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

17. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

18. "Zhongnan Mountain" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

19. "Pastoral Works" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I labored and sang 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? 20. "Since Dasan, the bamboo-studded road in the deep forest winds for forty or fifty miles to Yellow Ox" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.

Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks.

Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains. 21. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. There are few passers-by like blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches the Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 22. "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. 23. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

24. "Late View" from "New Sunny Fields" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The new clear fields are vast and untainted as far as the eye can see. Guomen faces the ferry, and the village trees connect to the mouth of the stream.

Beyond the white water fields, behind the green peaks coming out of the mountains. There is no idle person in the farming month, and the whole family is busy in the south.

25. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

26. "Green Creek" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of the green creek. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

27. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

28. "Zhongnan Farewell" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty was quite good at Taoism in his middle age. In his later years, he came to Nanshan. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware.

Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

29. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each 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.

30. "Xinliang" Xu Ji, Song Dynasty The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.

I hope it can help you, and I hope you will adopt it.