Poems describing the leisurely life in the countryside

Poems about rural leisure life 1. What are the ancient poems that reflect "quiet countryside and leisurely life"?

Passing through the village of the old man

Year: Tang Author Bai: Meng Haoran

An old friend has a chicken. Du Mi, you entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

We open your window in the garden and field, holding our cups in our hands, and talk about mulberry and hemp.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

2. April in the country

Year: Song Author:

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.

3. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

Tilling during the day, numb at night,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

4. A farmhouse by the Weihe River

Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei

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 in it? The ears of wheat are full, and the leaves of silkworms are thin.

Farmers who came back with hoes on their shoulders greeted each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

5. Wild old songs

Year: Tang author:

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao and Shu taxes are not allowed to be eaten, and the official warehouse should be 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.

2. Poetry about rural life

Tao Yuanming

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Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. I fell into the dust net by mistake for thirteen years.

Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.

This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.

The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.

Secondly,

There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.

When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.

The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.

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At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

Fourth.

I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.

Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.

It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

My newly cooked wine has brought two chickens closer to the office.

Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.

Brief introduction of poet

Tao Yuanming (365-427), with a cheerful personality, once said that he was famous and had a profound personality, and was nicknamed Mr. After his death, relatives and friends celebrated Jingjie privately. Chai sang people in Xunyang (now Jiujiang City) of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

3. Poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry.

A few idle fields. _ _ _ _ ☉ Weng Juan's April in the Country 3

Open up wasteland in the south. _ _ _ _ Lu You ☉ "Watching the children in the village play on the stream" 1

Children and grandchildren haven't been released to farm and weave. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei ☉ "Weishui Farmhouse" 4

Confucian scholars are like brothers in three winters. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming ☉ "Return to the Garden, Part I" 9

It's raining outside with pigeon curtain, and I'm learning to grow melons in mulberry shade. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan ☉ "After crossing the river and crossing the mountains for a long time, the guests have returned to Hangzhou in the spring, but they are worried" 1

When the rice is ripe in the west, thousands of couples still plow from their elders, and the rules sound like misty rain. _ _ _ _ ☉ Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven of Summer Resort 5

The mountains and plains are green, the rivers are white, the spring hoes are over the water, the hibiscus flowers fall off the fence, the bamboo filaments are long, and Fu Tian hoes back to the garden.

4. Poetry about rural life

Jiang Cun Qing Jiang Du Fu holds the village stream, and everything in Jiang Cun is quiet.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

All you need for many diseases is medicine. What else can you want by the river? The river is annoyed by flowers, and there is nowhere to tell except madness. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago.

Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.

There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.

Look east at the flowers and cigarettes in Shaocheng. It's time for the high glistening in western restaurants to resolve jealousy. Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life?

The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

Love flowers don't want to die, but they are afraid to spend all their years urging each other. Many branches are easy to fall, and young leaves are discussed in detail.

5. Ancient poems about rural life

1, Guiyuan, Part III Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning to weed and go home by moonlight at night. The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.

2, "Mountain Farmhouse" Tang Dynasty: Gu Kuang

Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.

Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.

When I walked across the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, the sound of gurgling spring water accompanied me; Came to the front of the farmer's house, the sun shone high on the eaves, and the chickens clucked as if welcoming visitors. Shan Nong accompanied me to visit the roasted tea and said apologetically, don't blame me for being smoked; When he arrived at the threshing floor, Shan Nong was ecstatic because he could thresh in fine weather.

3. "Lingyang West to Xia Jing Sedan" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The flowing water in Setan is endless, and apes are running on both sides of the mountain.

The waves of the stream are like snow, and it is impossible to cross the boat in the water.

Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.

Setan's flowing water is endless, and apes are running everywhere on the mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. The waves rolled up by Lingyangxi are like snow, and the boulder stands sideways in the water and can't cross the boat. I'm afraid boatmen and fishermen will break 10 thousand poles here in a year.

4. "April in the Country" Song Dynasty: 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.

The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The cuckoo is singing in the drizzle. April in the countryside is the busiest time. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

5. Nongjiale Tang Dynasty: Yan

In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.

6. "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven" 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.

Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

6. Poems describing rural life

1, Two Poems of Compassion for Peasants-Li Shen in Tang Dynasty

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

At noon in midsummer, under the scorching sun, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

2. Returning to the Garden —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early to get rid of weeds, and go home with a hoe in the moonlight at night.

3. Mountain Farmhouse-Gu Kuang in Tang Dynasty

Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.

Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.

When I crossed the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, the sound of the gurgling spring accompanied me to the farmhouse. The sun shone high on the eaves of the thatched cottage, and the chickens cackled as if welcoming visitors. Shan Nong accompanied me to visit the roasted tea, and said with deep apologies, don't lightly blame cigarettes. When I went to the threshing floor, Shan Nong was very happy because it was sunny and could thresh.

4. April in the countryside-Weng Juan in the Song Dynasty

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.

The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

5. "Farmers"-Yan in Tang Dynasty

In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.

7. What are the ancient poems that reflect "quiet countryside and leisurely life"?

Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in mountains and rivers and fragrant in spring flowers and plants.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Du Fu's quatrains, two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ship. Tao Yuanming is one of the five songs of Returning to the Garden, which has no proper rhyme. He loves Du Qiushan. It has been 30 years since he strayed into the dust net. Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss it. He stayed in the garden when he opened up wasteland in the south. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine huts. Yin has a back eaves, Tao Tang is in front, the distant village is warm, and the smoke in the market is barking. There are few martinis in mean streets. I hide the scenery in the daytime, and I miss wine. When I returned to the market, I sang songs and traveled with grass. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. Summer has a long life and my land is vast. Often afraid of first frost, three kinds of beans are scattered with the grass. The grass is covered with bean sprouts. The morning is ridiculous, and the moon hoes the belt. Walking in the desolate market of hazel trees, wandering among the mountains and living in the past. There are residues in wells, stoves, rotten plants such as mulberry and bamboo. I asked the salaried people, and they all told me that I didn't recover after my death. This statement is indeed true. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. Fifth, regret it, and the mountain stream is shallow.

8. Poetry about rural life

Nongcun village

The east wind in towns and villages urges rain, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.

Chickens, ducks and pigs are full of circles, and cotton and linen are stacked.

There are many supermarkets and roads winding through the pond.

Taxation is a moral issue, and there will be no good days for a thousand years.

Yiwangsun happy farmhouse

Send warm entered the farmhouse in the spring breeze, and the new building in Rizhao reflected rosy clouds. There has been a bumper harvest of grain in these years. Everyone praised it. The corners of my eyes and eyebrows are blooming.

Drunk in peace, busy in autumn

The sky is crisp and the flowers are yellow and fruity. Winning spring madness, hometown is busy in autumn. Harvest into the village, gold and silver into the warehouse. Everyone blushes and sings well-off.

Xiaokang in Huanxisha Dialect

The rising sun touches the window and willows blow the sky, and the east wind warms the fields. Thousands of villages and thousands of households have a good year. Deep in the courtyard, flowers and warblers are singing, and the balcony is directly connected to colorful clouds. A golden rooster announces a well-off life.