Poetry about life yearning

1. Poetry yearning for a better life 1. Chai Lu by Wang Wei

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.

2. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

3. Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek

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.

4. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"

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.

5. Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei 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. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

6. Wang Jian's Tian Guxing

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

7. Zhang Ji's wild old songs

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.

8. Nie Yi's "The Wounded Family"

Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

9. Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

10. Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei 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. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

1 1. Wang Wei's Pastoral 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.

12. Meng Haoran's Passing 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. 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.

13. Home is tied to Wei

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.

14. "Brother Cui Puyang is in front of the mountain" Wang Wei.

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.

15. Qingxi Wang Wei

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! .

2. A poem expressing the poet's yearning for life, Fantasia of Life, Gu Cheng

Put my fantasies and dreams

Put it in a long and narrow shell

A sunshade made of willow branches

Still circling the long sound of Xia Chan

Tighten the mast rope

The wind blows the sails of morning mist.

I set sail.

Have no purpose

Ripples in the blue sky

Let the waterfall of sunshine

Wash my skin black.

The sun is my tracker.

It pulls me.

A rope with strong light

brick by brick

After 12 hour journey.

I was pushed by the wind.

From east to west

The sun disappeared in the twilight.

Night is coming.

I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way.

Thousands of stars look at me.

I left it behind

Crescent Moon-Golden Anchor

It's dark.

The ocean is full of muddy icebergs.

meet by chance

"rumble"-thunder and lightning

where am I going?

The universe is so boundless.

With golden straw

Weave into a cradle

Put my inspiration and heart

Put it inside.

Button wheel

Let time delay.

Welcome the world.

The wheel turned over.

Between thyme and wild chrysanthemum

Crickets welcome me.

Shake the strings

I melt my hopes in flowers.

Night is like a valley.

Sunlight is like a mountain peak.

Sleep! Close your eyes.

This world has nothing to do with me.

Horse of time

Very tired

Yellow-tailed Taiping bird

Make a nest in my car.

I still have to travel around the world-

Deserts, forests and remote corners

The sun scorched the earth.

Like baking a piece of bread.

I walk.

bare feet

I put my footprints

Like a stamp printed all over the earth.

The world will blend in.

My life

I want to sing.

A human song

Thousands of years later

* * * In the universe.

3. Live the life you want. Are you tired?

Hu

I yearn for the mountain, the water and the cliff.

I prefer to sit on the top of the mountain and watch the rosy clouds.

In March, I went to Jiangnan to see rape flowers crawling all over the slope.

Go to Jiangbei in March and kiss the pink peach blossoms all over the mountain.

Hold a flower umbrella and go boating in the West Lake to enjoy paintings.

Holding sweet sleeves, bragging at Daming Lake.

Fold some sentimental roses.

Looking for her I love slowly in the wilderness.

The spring breeze shakes the willows.

The growing grass shakes the hair.

Once the winding stream

Still cleaning up the thin quicksand

Play the beautiful pipa for you from time to time.

Euphemism of affectionate fish and shrimp under hibiscus

Are you tired? Are you tired?

Come to my house and have a rest!

I'll get you a drink. ...

Tea just picked before tomorrow.

4. What poems are there that describe longing for rural life? 1, the fun of Xiacun, the seventh.

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

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.

2. Seven Pastoral Music Six/Idle Living

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.

3. Seven rural music, the first part

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

I hate to see thousands of families crossing the north and south neighbors.

The government has a bottom, and who is it?

4. Animal husbandry

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

The disadvantages are separated from the dust, but the first thing is to promote the sky.

Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.

Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet.

It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.

Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day.

I admire swans in the sky and compete for food.

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood.

Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

5. Jiangnan Chunhuai

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

How long can youth last? Birds sing in spring.

People in the world, I don't know where to go home, wandering, white-haired.

The shadow lingers in Chu month, but the heart flies to Qin Yun.

This body is particularly brilliant, and the countryside has long been deserted.

It's the end of the year. Where should we go? Sing Long song se bekin's song.

In March, Keith, the son of Nanxiang, returned to his hometown from the county seat, passing by and talking about the old days in Xiyuan.

Qing Dynasty: Chen Xun

Don't ask the countryside, come back in ten years. A smile means knowing spring consciously. At the fence, more than three flowers are shining at me.

Sadness and happiness are groundless, but I feel safe here. Who went to the countryside, sad, was two-year-old Cheng Ping.

7. Autumn rain is pastoral.

Tang Dynasty: Geng Kun

The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling. 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.

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Song Dynasty: Cao Formation

If you have a plan, you must come back early. It's good to be poor at home. When did it go from south to north? Time is running out, poor green temple, and darkness is fading away.

The lonely hall with the remnant light. When the homesickness was shocking, the dream began to wake up. The moon sets and the sky is gray. With a cock crow, Ma Si people got up and went to Chang 'an Road again.

On the 9 th, all of them were sent to Hubei in Xin.

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Xin lay in the south and returned to the old bamboo forest. I don't use it every time, but I have a heart to save Sichuan.

Those who give and forget the machine, the countryside is in Hanyin. Because you went to your hometown, you sent it away.

10, Tanxi looking for an old friend

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Flowers are accompanied by dragons and bamboos, and the pond jumps over Maxi River. If the pastoral people don't see it, they doubt that they will live in the cave.

5. Described a poem yearning for rural life-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.

6. A poem expressing the poet's longing for life, a fantasy of life. Gu Cheng put my longings and dreams into a long and narrow shell, and the awning woven by willow branches circled around the long sound of Xia Chan. The wind tightened the ropes of the mast and blew the sails of the morning mist. I set sail aimlessly, the blue sky rippled, and the waterfall of sunshine washed my skin black. The sun is my tracker. It pulled me through the journey of 12 hours step by step with a strong light rope. I was tossed about by the wind, and the sun disappeared into the dusk. As night fell, I sailed into the Milky Way. Thousands of stars in my harbor watched me set the new moon-the golden anchor day dawned and the sea was full of muddy icebergs "rumbling"-lightning and thunder. I went there. The universe is so boundless. I weave inspiration and heart into a cradle made of golden wheat straw and put it in a button wheel to let time drag on to meet the world. The wheels ran over the grass of thyme and wild chrysanthemum. Crickets welcome me and shake my strings. I have turned my hope into a flower, and the night is like a valley and the day is like a peak. Sleep! When I close my eyes, the world is nothing to me. The yellow-tailed Taiping bird made a nest in my car. I still want to travel all over the world-deserts, forests and remote corners. The sun bakes the earth like a loaf of bread. I walk barefoot. I printed my footprint on the whole earth, and it integrated into my life. I want to sing a human song and sing it in the universe after one thousand years.

7. Is there a poem about longing for a better life? Seven sages of bamboo forest, love poems, Ruan Ji can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.

Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest. Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.

What will you see when you are wandering, and you will be sad when you are worried. "Yonghuai" burns in the west, and the afterglow shines on my clothes.

Return air blows around the wall, and cold birds depend on each other. Zhou Zhou is still wearing feathers. He is hungry.

How to make a path and forget where to go. Is it praise for fame, haggard makes people sad.

It is better to fly with swallows than with orioles. Is the middle road safe when the aunt travels all over the world? A song of white snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

"Gentleman in Service" Time: Pre-Qin Author: The gentleman in the Book of Songs is in service, I don't know its date, how long? The chickens have entered the nest, the sun is setting, and sheep and cattle are descending the hillside. My husband is serving in the distance. How can I think of him? My husband hates the service from afar every day. I don't know when we can get together. [1] Chickens live in Jie, and the days are over, including sheep and cattle.

A waiter is hungry.