Farewell to pastoral poems

1. Poems about landscapes and pastoral areas Hello, I'm glad to help you answer your questions. The representative poems of pastoral poetry are:

Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged

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.

Gui Yuantian Ju's Five Poems by Tao Yuanming

one

Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. I slipped and fell into the dust net for thirty years.

Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.

This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.

The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.

Secondly,

There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.

When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.

The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.

third

At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

Fourth.

I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.

Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.

It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

My newly cooked wine has brought two chickens closer to the office.

Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.

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2. Landscape, frontier fortress, farewell and pastoral poetry-farewell.

1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai: "Send a friend"

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")

4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

It's freezing and rainy, and it's already night in Wu, so it's calm to see the guests off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")

7. Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")

8. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou")

9. We watched him go east through the tower gate, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)

10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")

-Winter scenery

Winter snow-like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Winter plum-plum blossom fragrance is not bitter cold.

Winter scenery-the shore has been paved with wax, and the mountains are cold.

Winter-amber Zhuhai sticks to snow, palm brooms sweep clouds.

-Border fortress

Guan Shanyue

li po

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Six songs under the plug (choose one)

li po

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.

The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.

I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.

3. Farewell, frontier fortress, two pastoral poems and two poems by Wang Bo.

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

Why linger at the fork in the road, the child is stained with towels.

(Note: Official reading Juan means official history and being an official. )

Wang Wei

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west.

Border songs

Lulun

Wear a golden mother-in-law arrow made of carved feathers, and the flagpole rtsa forms a dovetail arc.

A man stood up and gave a new order. A thousand battalions were shouting.

(2) Wang Changling's The Next Song? Second "

Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword.

The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.

The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits.

Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.

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.

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 whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.

My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

4. High-quality answers describing pastoral poems

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

(Song) Fan Chengda

Tilling during the day, numb at night,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

Niaomingjian

Don

When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon is full of surprises,

It rings in the spring stream.

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Wang Wei

Chai Lu

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.

However, I think I heard a voice.

Sunlight enters the Woods,

Reflected from the green moss to me.

Qingpingle country house

Xin Qiji

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream.

The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Wang Wei

Mountain house in autumn

The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.

My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

Tour of Shanxi village

Lu you

Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

There's a village where there's no road.

The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old.

From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.

5. Ask me for a message from Wangchuan Cabin to Pei Di, an ancient poem about landscape and countryside.

The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.

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.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

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! .

When sending Yuan Er to Anxi

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Chai Lu

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.

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.

Meet sb. leave

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.

Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?

Miss each other

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

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?

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.

Letter to Li, Special Commissioner of Zizhou

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.

The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields.

I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

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! .

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.

Meet sb. leave

I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.

You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

Autumn serenade

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.

Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go back!

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

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.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled 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! .