Ancient poems describing rural scenery

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.

Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi

Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.

Hut-land tour

Peeling and pecking at the hut, ya forked and hit the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.

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.

Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.

Open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou will live. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.

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.

Chai Lu

Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Spring Morning

meng haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

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.

House of Bamboo

Wang Wei

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.

Spend the night on Jiande River.

meng haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

In the mountains.

Wang Wei

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

Autumn sentiment in mountain residence

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.

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

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

Tao Yuanming

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

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

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

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

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Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]

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.

Wild old songs were recorded.

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.

At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.

The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

Wang Wei in Spring

Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.

Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus 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.

Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]

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.

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.

Meng Haoran's Passing the Old 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.

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.

Du fu's quatrains

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

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

Du fu's quatrains

"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.

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 fifth drinking poem * Tao Yuanming

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.

This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.

Tao Yuanming, one of the five songs of Yuan Tian Ju.

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

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

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

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

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Answer to Deputy Magistrate Zhang * Wang Wei

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

Yewang * Wang Ji

Looking at Gao Dong in the dusk, what is the desire to migrate?

Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.

The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.

Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.

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? .

Answer deputy magistrate Zhang

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! .

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?

Through the temple of Ji Xiang.

I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.

Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high?

The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Overlooking the Han River

Three branches in the south reach Chu territory, and nine branches flow to Jingmen.

The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky.

These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

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 poem by Guo He, a palace attendant.

The tall palace gates and pavilions are bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, peaches and plums bloom and catkins dance with the wind.

The bells in the palace are sparse, and there are very few officials in the government offices. Luo Province only hears the unknown.

When he entered the golden palace in the morning, he staggered and held the emperor's natural pond to bid farewell to the palace gate at night.

I want to drag with you, but I am old, I will be ill in bed, and I will wear official clothes.

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.

The Book of Songs and the Wind-July

July is called "the oldest four-season idyll in China" by Qian Zhongshu, and it "describes the hard work and hard life of farmers. However, this poem did not play an exemplary role; The pastoral poems of later generations, such as Jiang Yan's Miscellaneous Poems, are all examples of Tao Qian. " (Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty)

Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.

The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.

No clothes, no brown, why did you die?

On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.

With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south!

Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.

In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.

The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry?

Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.

The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.

Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.

Silkworm, moon, mulberry, pick up the axe,

I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide.

Singing in July, achievement in August.

I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son.

Beautiful in April, singing in May.

Harvest in August and fall in October.

A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.

The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.

Privately, publicly available [7].

In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.

July in the wild, August in the rest, September at home,

October cricket, come down to my bed.

The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.

Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.

In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked.

Peel dates in August and get rice in October.

To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.

Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and uncle in September.

Pay for picking tea and eat my farmer.

Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.

The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.

Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.

The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.

I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.

The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.

On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.

First frost in September, washing the floor in October.

Friends drink and say they killed the lamb.

When you are in court, you can call him a man with great courage and infinite longevity!

Precautions:

The Wind is a poem in this area, with seven articles. Gong Liu, the ancestor of Zhou Dynasty, moved to the place where he developed. He is located in Xunyi County, Shaanxi Province today. There are many old customs of Zhou people in this area "Its people have the heritage of their ancestors. They are good at farming and doing their work. Therefore, it is said that farming and mulberry have food and clothing, and they are prepared. " ("History of Han Dynasty Geography") Poetry is broad in style and full of joy (Note of "xianggong" for twenty-nine years in Zuo Zhuan)

Flame: At dusk in July, Mars sets in the west.

Hair: Strong wind and cold. Li Lie: Cold.

One day, two days: November and December in the summer calendar.

Grade three, grade four: the first month and February of the summer calendar.

Yu Ji: Renovating farm tools. Tiptoe: Tiptoe, practice.

At night, give people food.

You: Yin Jun, the housekeeper in charge of the farm.

Cang Geng: Huang Li.

Basket: A deep basket for picking mulberries.

Female: female, female slave. Almost: fear

Weed: A mature reed.

Bi: Sound gun, axe, square hole with handle.

Yun: Sound Bureau, Shrike. Achievements: spinning marijuana

Kong Yang: Very vivid.

Na 'an: The name of grass is Polygalae. Dipper: Speak up, cicada.

Meteorite: Leaves of vegetation fall off. saliva

Same: Party. Go ahead.

Tapir: tapir: sound room, three-year-old pig.

Dome suffocation: blocking the hole in the wall. Yan: when the sound is exhausted, the painting is exhausted.

Y: The name of the tree. Zhi: Plum.

Broken pot: picking gourd. Uncle: Clean up the green hemp. Juyinju

Tea: silver soil, a bitter vegetable. Zun: at the beginning of the sound, Ailanthus altissima

Yao: Yinlu, a late-growing and early-maturing cereal.

Man: Yin Tao, the rope.

Lingyin: Icehouse.

Tune four, use wine.

Appreciate:

"July" describes the production, labor and life of farmers all year round, reflecting the rich content of production and labor and the strong customs of solar terms. It should be said that it is a rare genre painting of life. Poems are mainly in chronological order, described by month, classified, vertically opened and closed, and each section has an empty space and a picture. From the beginning of farming to the end of harvesting and offering wine, the women who delivered rice, the girls who picked mulberry, the farmers who went to the fields, the knights who hunted, and the nobles who served in public offices all had their own characteristics. During this period, the overall style was unified in chronological order, which avoided the rigidity of narrative, enhanced the image of poetry, and especially highlighted the characteristics of genre painting.

Tao Yuanming's poems

Five poems by Gui Yuantian Ju

one

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Secondly,

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

third

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.

Fourth.

Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment. Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.

Yiyi wandered between mountains and dragons, living in the past. There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.

Excuse me, what is this person like? The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death".

"A lifetime in a foreign land" is really true! Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game. When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.

The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.

The injured Tian Jia:

Sell new silk in February and harvest new rice in May.

Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.

I hope the monarch's heart will become a bright candle.

Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.

Mi craggily arrived in Qin State.

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

The old friend is still alive, sighing this depression.

I hope it will be adopted. . . . . . . . . . . .