Poetry about the beauty of the countryside

1. Beautiful Countryside Poems

Farming in the fields in the daytime and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. ——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"

At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part Three"

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests have enough chicken 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"

The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. —— Gao Ding's "Village Residence"

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright 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 in the water village are in the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Where can I find 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 slant outside. —— Meng Haoran's "Passing 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" 2. Poems about the beautiful countryside

If you don't love flowers, you are willing to die, but you are afraid that the flowers will run out and they will grow old. Numerous branches tend to fall off one after another, while young leaves bloom slowly.

The dense flowers and stamens are afraid of the riverside, and the danger of walking is really afraid of spring. Poetry and wine are still worthy of driving, and there is no need to take care of the white-headed man.

Looking eastward, Shaocheng is full of flowers, and the tall buildings with hundreds of flowers are even more pitiful. Who can bring wine, open a golden cup, and summon beauties to dance and embroider a banquet.

Passing by my old friend's village, Meng Haoran, my old friend, brought chickens and millet and invited me to meet at the edge of Tianjia Lvshu Village. Outside Qingshanguo, there was a pavilion garden. We drank and talked about mulberry and hemp until the Double Ninth Festival, and even came to eat chrysanthemums.

In front of the Huangshi Pagoda is the east of the river, and the spring scenery is lazy and leaning on the breeze. Peach blossoms bloom in clusters without owners, lovely deep red and light red.

Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.

The flowers on the river are so annoying that there is nowhere to tell but the madness. Walking around looking for a drinking companion from my neighbor in the south, I spend ten days drinking alone in an empty bed.

The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers. To repay the spring sunshine, you should send good wine to your life.

Pastoral Excitement at Four Seasons - Fan Chengda. Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are all in charge. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

Xugongdian, Suxin City--Yang Wanli The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. Children hurriedly chased yellow butterflies, flying into the flowers to find them nowhere.

Tianjia - Huayue The chicken sings three times and the sky is clear, rice bowls and tea bottles are arranged. A dear man is afraid that the plowing will be too early, so he opens the canopy window to look at the morning stars.

Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside" 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.

April in the Countryside - Wengjuan 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.

Visiting Shanxi Village Lu You Moxiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. 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. The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.

Appointment - Zhao Shixiu It rains everywhere during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I had an appointment but I didn't come over until midnight, so I could play the chess pieces on the Luohua lantern. 3. Poems describing the beauty of the countryside

1 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. 2. 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, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and there will be chrysanthemums. 3. 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 still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. In the summer time, the father-in-law was drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows. 4. The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss 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. There are elms and willows behind the starlings, and peaches and plums in front of the hall.

5. Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded Wanlihou. Like holding a white calf and drinking water from a clear stream. 6. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. 7. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. 8. 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. 9. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, while the wheat flowers and white cauliflower are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 10. Don’t laugh at the farmer’s wine, which is muddy. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for guests. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. 4. Write ancient poems about the beautiful rural life

Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei

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.

Passing by an old friend's village

(Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

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

Village

(Qing Dynasty) Gao Ding

The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,

The willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school,

taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

"Xugongdian, Suxin City"

(Southern Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli

The fences are sparse and the paths are deep,

Tree-headed flowers The fall has not become Yin.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly,

flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.

Children's Fishing

(Tang Dynasty) Hu Lingneng

A child with a shaggy head learns fishing,

Sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body.

Passers-by asked me to wave,

I was afraid that I would be too frightened to respond.

What you see

(Qing Dynasty) Yuan Mei

A shepherd boy rides an ox,

The sound of singing shakes the forest.

Wanting to catch the chirping cicada,

suddenly shut up and stand. 5. Ancient poems describing the beautiful rural scenery

The most representative one is "Passing Through the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

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

Explanation: Green trees surround the small village, and green mountains are rolling outside the village wall.

Comments

An old friend prepared chicken and yellow rice and invited me to his farmhouse.

Green trees surround the small village, and green hills are rolling outside the village wall.

Opening the window facing the threshing floor and vegetable garden, we toasted and talked about the growth of this year's crops.

On the Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of September, I will come again to drink chrysanthemum wine with you and appreciate the beauty of chrysanthemums.

For reference. 6. Poems describing rural life

1. "Two Poems of Compassion for the Farmers, Part 2" - Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty

It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil.

Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.

Translation: At noon in midsummer, the sun is scorching, and farmers are still working, sweat dripping into the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of rice in our bowls is filled with the blood and sweat of farmers?

2. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3" - Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties

At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

Translation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The weeds are lush and the bean sprouts are sparse. I get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall.

3. "The Farmer Crossing the Mountain" - Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty

The sound of people crossing the spring in Banqiao, and the cockcrow of the thatched eaves at noon.

Don’t hate the dark smoke of roasted tea, but like the sunshine and sunny weather.

Translation: When I walked across the wooden plank bridge across the mountain stream, I was accompanied by the sound of gurgling springs. When I arrived in front of the farmhouse, the sun was already shining high above the thatched eaves, and the chickens were It is chirping as if to welcome visitors. The mountain farmer accompanied me to visit Hojicha. He apologized deeply and said, "Don't blame the smoke." When we arrived at the threshing floor, the mountain farmer was overjoyed that the weather was clear and we could thresh grains.

4. "April in the Countryside" - Weng Juan of the 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.

Translation: The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight. There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene. April is here, and no one is idle. They just finished sericulture and have to plant rice seedlings again.

5. "Farmhouse" - Yan Renyu of the Tang Dynasty

In the middle of the night, the children are plowing at dawn, and the oxen are unable to move.

At that time, people did not realize the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself.

Translation: I called the children in the middle of the night and rushed to the fields to plow the soil at dawn. The thin old cow was pulling the plow and was walking hard in the field. Walking slower and slower, I was so tired that I could hardly drag the plow. Most people don't know the hard work of farmers, but they say that the rice in the fields grows naturally. 7. Poems describing rural scenery

Meng Haoran: Passing by an old friend’s village

My old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

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

The willow branches of Qingmen are weak,

The east wind blows to a golden color.

It’s easy to wake up from a little drunkenness on the street.

My eyes are full of spring sorrow that will never go away. Bai Juyi's Jiangnan Spring

The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.

The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.

The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy in flight, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed.

I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year. Bai Juyi's Spring Morning in Nanhu

It is late to find spring,

There is no need to be melancholy and complain about the beautiful time.

The strong wind shed all the crimson color,

The green leaves turned into shades and covered the branches. Du Mu's Sighing Flowers

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp,

The color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The most advantageous thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Han Yu's early spring presentation to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water

Inscribed on the courtyard behind Poshan Temple

Chang Jian

Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.

The light of the mountain is pleasing to the horse, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.

Everything is silent here, but the sound of Zhong Pan can be heard.