Beautiful poems describing rural life with mountains and water

1. Poems about the beautiful countryside

Poems about the beautiful countryside 1. Poems describing the beautiful pastoral life

1 Autumn Thoughts on the Pure Sky

Yuan Ma Zhiyuan

Withered vines and old trees and dim crows,

Small bridges and flowing water, people’s houses,

The ancient road has a westerly wind and thin horses,

The sun sets in the west,

The heartbroken man is at the end of the world

2 The lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard,

3 The stone path on the cold mountain in the distance is slanted, and there are white clouds everywhere people.

4 Visiting my old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran

My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come back to see the chrysanthemums.

5 Zheng Lanzhi from Yiyi:

The pond is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing rafts are blown by the wind.

A few reed flowers are floating on the clear water, and the sunset is low on the lake halfway up the mountain.

The egrets fly over the rocks and there are thousands of frost spots on them, and the fish weave waves in the heart of the stream.

There is a fishing platform to express your interest, and you can enjoy the autumn scenery in the west of the city.

6 Yuan·Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"

The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying dragon.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

2. Poems describing the beauty of the fields

Passing through the old friend’s village

Meng Haoran

The old friend has chickens and millet,

Invite me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village,

Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a restaurant for a noodle shop,

Drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival,

I will still have chrysanthemums.

Visiting Shanxi Village

[Song Dynasty] Lu You

Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy,

In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.

There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.

Qingpingle·Village Residence

Author: Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk.

Whose old lady has gray hair?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream,

The middle son is weaving a chicken coop;

The younger son likes scoundrels the most,

Lying at the head of the stream Peel the lotus pods.

Qing Ping Le. Village resident Song Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming. Whose old lady is gray-haired?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving chicken coops; the younger son is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods

The following is Wang Wei's.

A gift to Pei Xiu Caidi from his leisure time in Wangchuan

The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees.

Zhuli Pavilion

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Autumn in the Mountains

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Return to Songshan to work

The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.

The deserted city faces the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated.

Zhongnan Mountain

Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas.

The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field are changing, and the clouds and sunshine are different.

If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Zhongnan Bieye

He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to Nanshan.

Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain.

Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.

I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time.

Qingxi

When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi.

There will be countless twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines.

The ripples are filled with water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful.

Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

Weichuan Tianjia

The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

Pheasants [Juju] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other.

This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.

Looking at the new Qingye (one night)

The new Qingyuan is vast. Extremely untainted.

Guomen faces the ferry. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.

Huanghuachuan

There are tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.

Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.

The rain falls on the pines and gurgling on the rocks.

Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains.

Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering.

The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating.

I used to be tired of being secretive, and I felt relieved and worried.

Brother Cui Puyang came to the mountain in front of Ji Zhong

The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Junchi is leisurely.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door.

Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

Saga faces the Qin State, and Heta hides Jingguan.

The remaining rain is shining slantingly, and the birds are returning at dusk.

My old friend is still here now, and I sigh at this decadent appearance

3. Beautiful Countryside Poems

Farming in the fields by day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each in charge of their own house. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"

One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. ——Wang Jian's "Rain Passes the Mountain Village"

Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins. —— Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"

The setting sun is setting in the isolated village, the jackdaws in the old trees are lightly smoked, and there is a shadow of a flying dragon. ——Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"

Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind. —— Gao Ding's "Village Living"

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and dark flowers. —— Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"

The orioles sing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers of the water village are blown by the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. —— Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village"

Children and grandchildren have not yet been asked to farm and weave, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7"

4. Beautiful pastoral verses

Verses and ancient poems describing pastoral scenery

1. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. After a long journey, he came back and went into seclusion.

2. The ruins of the motherland are here, and I want to visit the old country. Once a person changes, a thousand years will be empty. Mengzhu's sound is late, and the trees in Jingmen are in autumn color. The clouds are still lingering, and I feel homesick in the distance.

3. The country is beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.

4. There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

5. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

6. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

7. An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

5. Poems describing pastoral scenery

Describing pastoral scenery

1. "Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Chi Ri The country is beautiful and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.

2. "Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

3. "Passing Through an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

4. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees.

5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 1 by Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty

The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall.

6. "Pastoral Words" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded ten thousand miles. Like holding a white calf and drinking water from a clear stream.

7. "Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

8. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

9. "April in the Countryside" Weng Juan, Song Dynasty

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

10. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

11. "Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

12. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

13. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Mo Xiao's farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.

14. "Old Song of the Wild" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The poor old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns.

Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat.

15. "Zhongnan Mountain" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different.

6. Write poems about the countryside

Fan Chengda’s pastoral miscellany of the four seasons> (Part 1): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, cauliflowers are white and wheat flowers are sparse. The day is long No one passes the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. April in Wengjuan's countryside: The mountains are green and the rivers are full of white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the music. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and sericulture is being planted and fields are being planted. Yang Wanli's Suxin Xu Gongdian, City: The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade. The children rush to chase the yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. Six of the Seven Pastoral Music Songs by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The peach red contains the rain and the willow green. More smoke.

The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping. Pastoral miscellany at four o'clock Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the white cauliflowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. At four o'clock, there is a lot of pastoral excitement. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. There are few people passing by in the forest. The smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Pastoral Excitement in the Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.

There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty goes out to work in the fields during the day and works on hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.