A leisurely poem describing rural life

Poems about land describing rural life 1. A collection of poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry

1, two quatrains (Du Fu) Beautiful mountains and rivers, fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2. Zhuliguan (Wang Wei) I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3. Pass by my old friend Zhuang (Meng Haoran) and prepare chicken and rice for me. My old friend and you will 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. 4. Message from Suichuan Bieye (Wang Wei) The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are flowing.

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. Returning to the Garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming).

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, pastoral words Huai (Li Bai) Chiayi three years, Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7. Chai Lu (Wang Wei) There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Autumn night in the mountains (Wang Wei) After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn 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. In the countryside (Weng Juan) in April, there are white mountains and rivers everywhere. In the regular sound, the rain is 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 Chengda) Plum, apricot and fat, wheat and cabbage flowers thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, Tour Shanxi Village (land tour), Xiao Mo, farmers are full of wine, and tourists are full of 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. 12, autumn rain pastoral (Geng Xu), the desert is dark with heavy clouds and drizzle.

For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.

Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.

Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13. There is a red calyx in Wu Xinyi Wood Dust Hibiscus (Wang Wei) Mountain.

There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, Qi went to the countryside (Wang Wei) to live in Qishui, and there was no mountain in Dongye.

The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.

What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15, to the home of Songshan (Wang Wei), the clear river flows through its bushes, like my chariot driving slowly.

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. 16, Cui Puyang's younger brother, Qian (going to Shanxi is also for Weimen) (Wang Wei) is crisp in autumn, and Kuang Jun is idle in the 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.

17, Niaomingxi (Wang Wei) people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

18, Zhong Nanshan (Wang Wei) has a huge height close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of 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?

19, pastoral works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, singing and picking the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. From the big scattered past, Zhudeng Road in the depths of the dense forest winds for forty or fifty miles, and turns to the dangerous road of Huangniu (Wang Wei) for tens of thousands of miles, and it takes three breaks in a few miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, the four seasons are idyllic (Fan Chengda). The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are sparse, and the mountains are in front of them.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22. "Farming in Spring" (Wang Wei) Spring in the house is singing, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree.

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. 23. A farmer (Wang Wei) by the Wei River is at the edge of the village where the sun shines obliquely. 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! .

24. Xin Qingye (one night) Hope (Wang Wei) Xin Qingyuan Yekuang. 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.

25. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) Newly-built fields are muddy and flat, and every family plays rice while it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) I have driven the Huanghua River, which is undertaken by a waterway of 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! .

27. Guiyuan No.2 (Tao Yuanming) has few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complicated market music, pull weeds. 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.

28. My retreat in Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei) My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. 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.

29. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) At sunrise and night, the village children each take charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

30. There is water, rice and leaves everywhere in Xinliang (Xuji). The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is very low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

2. Poems describing rural life

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Short hair is like scissors, and the sand stays flat and clean on the screen. I'm lost here, but I must go back. The horse is tired and weak at night.

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.

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? .

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The newly harvested bamboo shoots are ripe, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

There is rain in the Woods, which slows down the smoke, and steamed millet pays for the winter hat. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. I learned to watch the morning glory on the quiet mountain, which is delicious in Panasonic Zhai Qing. Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. 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.

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. 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.

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?

I came to the east to see the stream scenery, and I was reluctant to part with the lonely stones in the water. Wild birds have leisure when sleeping on the shore, but old trees have flowers without ugly branches.

A river is full of smoke and water, and people on both sides draw eaves. A lotus bush is light, watching the dance again and again, and the wind is ten miles away. The original painting is far away from the sky, the wine flag is outside the wind, and it loves to kill Jiangnan.

After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building. Who knows that Zhuxi Road is blowing Yangzhou songs?

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

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

3. Describe the poem yearning for rural life.

Landscape pastoral poem-Hu

Liu Jue Tian Xiao Yuan Ji

(1) abroad, the green hills are shaded, and jasmine is fragrant on the fence; Gold honors the bosom friend, and the grass house palace surrounds the beam.

(2) Kites fly and swallows dance in the season, and the mountains are covered with green trees and red flowers; Away from the depths of the wilderness, the road turns to Xiqiao snail's house.

(3) Sitting on the railing in the dark, collecting the night breeze from the mountain pavilion; The bright moon hangs like a hook, and the beauty plays the flute skillfully.

(4) In the middle of the night, the smoky wind moves in the dark, and the insects are slowly chirping; And the clothes sleep quietly, and the drizzle moistens silently.

(5) The night sky is full of stars and fireflies are shining; The boudoir is still there, and the courtyard is deeply bolted.

(6) In spring, Li Guang spreads and everything is born; The clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the flowers are fresh and fragrant.

(7) Looking for spring and enjoying the grass, the light goose yellow is swaying; Purple swallows dance vigorously, and fish and ducks swim in the water to catch up with the tide.

(8) Dancing heartstrings with the wind, jubilant and carefree; The drizzle is whispering, and the virtuous orchid is quiet.

(9) Everyone knows that spring is early and peach blossoms are in full bloom; Miscellaneous English shows a demon show, and leeks are green.

4. Poems describing rural life and poems describing scenery

Poems describing rural life:

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. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. -April in rural Weng Juan.

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.

Poems describing scenery:

One water to protect the field will surround the green, and two mountains will send green —— Wang Song Anshi's Book of Mr. Yin's Lake Wall

There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream-Wang Wei

Tianmen breaks the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows back here-Li Bai sees Tianmen Mountain.

The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside. —— Fan Zhongyan

Emei Mountain in autumn, the shadow into the Pingqiang River. At night, the Qingxi River flows to the Three Gorges. I miss you, but I can't see Yuzhou. -Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"

Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea

One water protects the field, and two mountains send green —— Wang Anshi's "Mr. Yin writes the wall of the lake"

The water is Ming Che, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -After Su Shi's Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake, it rained.

Water raises eyes and mountains gather eyebrows "—— The Operator by Wang Guan"

1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village.

Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")

Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao's view of the sea)

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

5. Looking horizontally, the side of the ridge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. (Su Shi's topic Xilin wall)

6. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

7. Climb the East Mountain and be small, climb Mount Tai and be small. (Confucius)

water

1, Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with flat water surface and low cloud feet. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")

2. How does the water of the Yellow River move out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever? (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")

3. Who knows that life is endless? The running water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chickens with white hair. (Su Shi)

4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai)

5. As for launching Xiangling, it is along the back block. (Li Daoyuan's "Three Gorges")

6. The water is blue and as deep as a thousands of feet. You can swim with the fine stone and look directly at it. (Wu Jun and Zhu Shu)

Hope to adopt

5. Poetry describing the land

1, different soils

Han Dynasty: Cao Cao

The countryside is different. It's winter by the river.

The ship is difficult to sail.

If the cone does not penetrate the ground, it will be deep.

When the water runs out, the ice will dance.

Hermits are poor, brave and chivalrous.

The heart often sighs and complains, which makes people sad.

Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.

The countryside here is very different from the land south of the Yellow River. In the middle of winter, ice floats in the river, making it difficult for ships to move forward; The land is too cold to be pierced with an awl, and the field is barren and covered with dry and dense vines and absinthe. The river is frozen and does not flow, and there is hard ice on it, so people can walk.

A man of insight is down and out, a brave man is ruthless, and he doesn't care about breaking the law at will. I sigh and resent this, and my heart is full of sadness and sorrow. Very lucky. Use singing to express your thoughts and feelings.

2. "Send Master Zhou a book for Nancheng"

Ming Dynasty: Luo Guiqiu

Li aimen valve, taking pains.

The divine spring is strong and can be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.

Even the mountain is like a ring, passing through the water at the foot of the city wall. Since ancient times, there has been a military state, and the small town is attached to Guo. Lao Li loves his family and is not satisfied with a thin land. Divine springs can generally be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.

3. Jinyangmen Poetry

Tang Dynasty: Qin Shihuang

The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past and was recovered last night.

Rong Wang abandoned the Qingling Mausoleum in the north, and Lumasi ran to the empty moon branches.

The land in Huangzhong, lost in the past, was recovered last night without trauma. Rong Wang fled to abandon the Qingling Mausoleum, while the enemy cavalry fled to the west to empty the moon branches. Is it easy to happen every year in Yao year? I hope the old man can prop up his skin and muscles.

4. "Birds in the Upper Songxuan"

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The fate of the mysterious bird, born for business, is full of dirt. The ancient emperor ordered Wu Tang, which was in the square.

After Fang died, there were nine elections. Shang successively fell, was ordered to suddenly and violently, and his eldest grandson was in Wuding. Wu Ding's grandson, King Wu is invincible.

The dragon flag is multiplied by ten, and the big one is the bearing. The country is thousands of miles away, the people stop and the territory is everywhere.

The four seas are fake, and so is Qi Qi. Jing Weiyuan was appointed as He Yin. What is a white deer?

Zhu Di, the ancestor of the indentured merchant, lived in a vast place in Yin. At that time, the Emperor of Heaven ordered a soup and conquered all directions.

Tell the tribal leader that the land in Kyushu has been occupied by businessmen. Before Shang Dynasty, the first king succeeded to the throne, and he did not neglect his own destiny. Sun Wuding, a descendant, is the most virtuous. Wu Ding is indeed a good grandson, who can bear the legacy of Cheng Tang.

Qilong has ten cars, and the food he contributes is often full. The territory is thousands of miles and the people live in peace. Open up the territory to the four seas, four small countries come to worship, and traffic is the first. Jingshan is surrounded by the Yellow River, and the yin is called good by destiny, and all kinds of blessings are accounted for.

5. "Back to the Garden, Part II"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

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.

There are few friends in the countryside and secular, and there are few horses and chariots in remote alleys. During the day, Chai Men was closed, his heart was pure, and vulgar thoughts were cut off. Often set foot in remote villages, through the grass to communicate with each other. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly things, but only about the growth of rural mulberry mothers. My field grows taller and taller, and my cultivated land is wider and wider. I often worry that frost and snow will suddenly come and crops will wither like weeds.