Poems describing rural scenery in primary schools

Primary school pastoral poems 1. Poems describing rural scenery in primary schools

1, "two quatrains"

Don du fu

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

2. Zhulou

Don

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Step 3 pass by the village of the old man

Tang Meng Hao ran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

4. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.

Don

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

2. What are the poems describing rural scenery?

Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Village Rain-Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

April in the countryside-Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Ji Xu

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Partridge Sky-Su Shi

The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder.

Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

Rural scenery-Chen

Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.

"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You

It's drizzling and wet in Mao Yan, and the road by the river is cold and snowy. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.

Hut-Xu Hun

Yanyan got off the autumn pond, and the family became busy from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them.

The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.

3. There are 100 ancient poems with pastoral scenery.

First, "passing through the old village"

Tang Meng Hao ran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

Second, "Bird Watching Creek"

Don

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.

There is no sound, osmanthus is falling gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty. The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.

Third, "quatrains"

Don du fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a neat team of egrets went straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.

Fourth, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part Two"

Fan Song Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

Plum trees turn golden, and apricot trees grow bigger and bigger. Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by. Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.

V "Back to the Garden" Part III

Wei 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 peas are sparse. Get up early to get rid of weeds, and go home with a hoe in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my original intention of returning to agriculture.

4. The pastoral scenery of primary school students.

Shi Zhongshan

1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)

3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue)

Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)

6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")

7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")

8. Peas are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)

9. Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? Book Jiangxi stoma wall "))

10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: "Title Xilin Wall")

Water in poetry

1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jia Jian ")

Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao:

5. The pastoral poems in the first grade of primary school

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,

You entertained me on your farm.

We look at the green trees around your village.

And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.

We open your window to the garden and fields,

Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.

By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,

I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Youshan west village

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Qingpingle country house

Author: Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and small,

Green grass by the stream.

Drunk and charming,

Who has white hair?

The big-eared hoe fights west and east,

Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;

I like children and scoundrels best,

Lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Qingpingle. Song Xinqiji, a Country Home

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream best.

The following is Wang Wei's.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

House of Bamboo

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An autumn night in the mountains

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.

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

A farmhouse by the Weihe 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.

Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Shinharuno (working at night)

The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.

Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating.

I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.

I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.

Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.

6. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Drink wine/alcohol

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Gui yuan Tian ju

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.

Rural work in spring

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.

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

Nobuyuki Nobuyuki

After the rain, the new clear sky is particularly open, and the vision is open without any fog and dust.

The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.

The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge.

It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.

7. Poems describing rural pastoral scenery

Ancient poems describing rural scenery

1, "two quatrains"

Don du fu

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

2. Zhulou

Don

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Step 3 pass by the village of the old man

Tang Meng Hao ran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

4. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.

Don

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

5. "Return to the Garden" I.

Song Tao Yuanming

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.

6. "Pastor's Speech"

Tang Libai

Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

7. Chai Lu

Don

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.

8. An autumn night in the mountains

Don

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.

9. April in the country

Song Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous

Fan Song Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

8. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

Four-season mixed (1) plums are golden and apricot fat, while wheat and white cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

The countryside is full of excitement in all seasons. (2) Farming in the field during the day and being numb at night, the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Pass by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Traveling in Shanxi village, Song Luyou doesn't laugh at farm wine, and you can raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.