Poetry and ancient poetry about the countryside

1. Ancient Poems 1 Poems describing rural pastoral life. Two quatrains (Du Fu) The mountains are beautiful and the flowers are fragrant.

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 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 ridges and mud mirrors are flat, and every family cultivates 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. Ancient poems about the countryside, the village lives in a high place.

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Yang Wanli of Su Xinshi Xugong Branch

The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

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.

Yuan Mei seems to have seen it.

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

A farmhouse 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.

Lao Guo Ren Zhuang 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.

3. Poems describing rural scenery Poems describing beautiful rural scenery include: We look at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of distant mountains; A poem 1 describing the winter scenery. For example, this winter, it was held in the west of the city.

(Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop) 2. Autumn moon Yang Mingxi, Dongling Song. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed.

(Lu You: "October 28th is a storm") 4. Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old. (Dong Sigong: "Shousui") 5. Ming Sheng has an autumn wind, buying wine and flying snow in winter.

(Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear. (Chen Yi: Mei) 7. I don't know that the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow.

(Zhang Wei: "Early Plum") 8. Children's winter snow is worse than their neighbors', but according to the shore, they are stupid but precious. (Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb) 9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I report my shadow in front of the knee lamp.

(Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night) 10. The weather and personnel are urging each other, the winter solstice is sunny, and spring is coming again. (Du Fu: Xiaozhi) 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much love does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass)) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.

(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous History) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall.

(Ye Shaoweng: It's not worth going to the park) In the poem, summer is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer.

(Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

(Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat. ("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days.

(Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep.

(Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute.

(Qin Guan: "Dark Sun in March") Poetry Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. (Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February.

(Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither.

("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. (Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished.

(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies.

(Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. (Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here.

(Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shuboshan Road ").

The ancient poems about the countryside describe the rural scenery. Birds are singing in the stream, and osmanthus flowers fall in the Tang Dynasty. The night is quiet and the mountains are empty in spring. When the moon rises, the birds are shocked. They are singing in the spring stream. Hui Chong's riverside scenery, there are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet keeps warm by the river. The wormwood is covered with short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck. It rained in Huangmei, Song and Zhao Shixiu, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond. Some of them won't spend the night. Knock the chess pieces into snuff at will. On the social day, the king of Tang drove the rice beam under the mountain of Ehu, and the dolphin gate was semi-secluded. Sang Shuying was scattered in the Spring Club, and everyone was intoxicated. In the village night, Bai Juyi frosted grass to cut insects, and the people in the south village went north. Looking at Noda alone, buckwheat blooms like moon snow. In Shanxi Song and Lu villages, there was no wine and wine in the farmhouse, but chickens and dolphins were raised in good years. Mountains and floods appeared again. With crutches, I knock on my old friend and prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me at your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We open your windows in gardens and fields, talk about mulberry trees and marijuana with our cups in our hands, and wait until the holiday in the mountains. I will come back again at chrysanthemum time. There are two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying in the sky. The window contains Xiling Snow, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boated at the door. Spring breeze has beautiful rivers and mountains, fragrant flowers and plants. Mud melts into swallows, sand warms the sleeping mountains.

5. What are the ancient poems describing the countryside?

Passing through the village of the old man

-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. Hold banquets, nurseries,

Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Rain in the mountain village

-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.

Flowers.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

-Wang Wei

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows.

Slow flow

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,

Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

Serenade of Peaceful Joy/ Lyrics to the Joy of Peace and Tranquillity

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Rural residence

-Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and small,

Green grass by the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. Chu Er bean

Dong Xi, Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop. He likes kids and rogues best. He lay on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Walking down Zhongnanshan, I came to Hu Si's kind pillows and bowls.

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-Li Bai

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. I passed a friend's farmhouse,

When his children call from the thorn gate. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.

Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

-Fan Chengda

Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.

Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

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.

6. Old friend Zhuang Haoran wrote an ancient poem praising the countryside, and prepared chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertained me at your farm. We watched your village surrounded by green trees and the pale blue noodle restaurant in remote mountainous areas. We talked about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands until the holiday in the mountains. I will come back at chrysanthemum time. Mr. Shu Huyin, Bi Song and Wang Anshi, with long and quiet eaves and no moss, planted flowers and trees by themselves. One water protects the field, and two mountains send green flowers. Visit Song Lu in Shanxi Village. There is also a village where flowers bloom in the dark. The widow in the mountain, Mrs. Tang Du Xunhe, was wrapped in hemp clothes and burned her temples because of the soldiers' tight embrace. Mulberry leaves are abandoned, she still pays taxes, the countryside is exhausted, and she still needs to recruit seedlings. She picks wild vegetables and roots to cook, and then cooks firewood and leaves to burn. If she is in the deep mountains, she should try her best to avoid the levy. Wang Wei, a farmhouse by the Wei River, is in the countryside under the setting sun. Cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans against a stick at the door of a thatched cottage and thinks about his son, the shepherd boy. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . In Wang Wei's house in mid-spring, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Lotus hoes the spring pulse with an axe. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When he was in a hurry, he was disappointed with the long trip. Four seasons pastoral mixed with Fan Chengda plum, apricot, wheat gray, cauliflower fine. No one has ever fallen on the long fence, only. Alone, I weave a blue duck array and come back. The four seasons are idyllic. In the Song Dynasty, the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda was flat and muddy, and every family was rice-plowing, while first frost was sunny. Laughter rang like thunder, and flail rang all night. Returning to the garden and living in Tao Yuanming is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, and naturally loves Qiushan. It will last for 30 years after falling into the dust net by mistake. Birds are missing the old forest, and the fish in the pond are homesick. On the occasion of land reclamation, I will return to the garden and bow and scrape. Crows crow on the top of mulberry trees, and the house is clean and empty. After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor alley. The scenery in the empty room was covered by the daytime, and the empty room was full of dust. When the market recovers, the grass will be covered. Sang Ma has a long way to go without gossiping. Summer has a long life and our land is vast. We are often afraid of frost. However, the wish has not been violated. Back to Qingpingle Village Author: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and the grass is green by the stream. Wu Yin fell in love when he was drunk, a white-haired boy. When you are older, hoe the east of Douxi, and when you are middle, weave a chicken coop; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Traveling in Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty], laughing at the farmer's lacquer wine. In good years, I raised enough chickens and dolphins. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. The following is Wang Wei's. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di Now the mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is gurgling every day. I leaned against the door of my thatched cottage and my walking stick, listening to the cicada singing in the evening breeze, the sunset hovering at the ferry, the smoke from the kitchen at midnight coming from the house, and I was drunk in summer, singing a wild poem on the willow tree? Zhu leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the piano and whistling. Except my companion, the bright moon, the autumn night in the mountains, the empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening, the moonlight sprinkled in the pine forest, the crystal stone sprinkled in the stream, the bamboo whispered to the laundry girl who came home, and the lotus leaf succumbed to the fishing boat. You can rest at will in spring, and the king and grandson can stay. Qingchuan belt is slender, and horses and chariots go to leisure. If the water is intentional, the dusk bird will return. The desert city is near Gudu, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains. All the way to Song, I will retreat. Recently, Mount Zhongnan Taiyi is connected with Haishu. White clouds look back and meet. And the weather entered many valleys and needed a place to spend the night. I called a woodcutter on the river. I retreated in Zhongnanshan. My middle-aged heart found a way. I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When my spirit moved, I wandered alone. Now the beauty is mine. Go to the land of poor water, sit and watch Yun Qi, occasionally pay tribute to the forest, laughing and laughing. Qingxi talks about Huanghuachuan, and every time you chase Qingxi, you will turn around with the mountain, and there is not much fun. In the noisy rocks, the colors are quiet and deep, and the ripples are full of water. Drop the fishing line forever! In a farmhouse on the Weishui River, the sun shines obliquely in the countryside, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans against a stick at the door of the thatched cottage, thinking that his son, the shepherd boy, Luo, Mai and Silkworm are asleep, peeling mulberry leaves, and the farmers come back with hoes to meet each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and disappointment. Xinqingye (working all night) looks at the wilderness of Xinqingye. It is very clean. The national gate is near the ferry. All the trees in the village are connected to the Xikou. Baishui is in the field. In a few miles, I will stop for three days. I will meet my disciples in the circle, and I will hide in the forest and hills. The rain will fall gently and whisper in the rocks. I will whisper in the deep stream and whistle at the top of the mountain. I saw Nanshan Yang, and the white dew was lingering. The green trees are clean and beautiful, and the trees are gloomy and floating. I used to hate my ignorance, but I was worried that I was absent-minded. Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuangjun Pool is idle. ..

7. Poems describing rural pastoral 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. What are the ancient poems describing rural scenery? 1. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. From "Passing the Old Village"

2. Mud melts into swallows, while sand warms the sleeping mandarin ducks. From Du Fu's quatrains in Tang Dynasty

3. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. From Du Fu's quatrains in Tang Dynasty

4. Don't laugh at farm wine, and keep guests in good years. Source Song Luyou's "Mountain Stream Village Tour"

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Weng Juan's April Day in Southern Song Dynasty.

The ancients liked to write poems with pastoral scenery.

As early as the Book of Songs and Songs of the South, there have been poems describing mountains and rivers and praising the countryside, but most of them are folk songs, which are used as the background of the lyric hero's activities or as the object of comparison, rather than as mountains and rivers or pastoral poems.

During the Jian 'an period, Cao Caoban went to the scene after Jieshi, and wrote the heroic "Watching the Sea", creating China's first complete landscape poem. Among them, "the autumn wind is bleak, and Hongbo surges. Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out. The Milky Way is rotten, if it comes out from the inside. " The combination of dynamic and static, the combination of reality and reality, shows the majestic momentum and broad scene of swallowing the sun and the moon and implicating the stars, and entrusts the poet with a vast and magnificent mind and great ambition to unify the whole country, which has become a famous song for lyricism.