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Ancient poems about loving rural life

1. An ancient poem about rural life 1 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road goes west,

The sun went down,

And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.

Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

4 Passing by an old friend 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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

5 Yi people Zheng:

Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.

There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.

6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei.

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

Gui Tian Yuan ju

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. 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.

Gui yuan Tian ju

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

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.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Pastoral expression

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.

Pastoral work

Tang Meng Hao ran

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. The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame.

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?

Rural work in spring

Don

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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.

Shang Qi's pastoral style is the best.

Don

The screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. 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.

Autumn rain is pastoral.

Tang gengkun

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.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

Fan Song Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

Fan Song Chengda

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

Fan Song Chengda

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

Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

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? 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 sing "Decline" in disappointment.

2. An ancient poem about rural life 1 Tianjingsha Qiu Si Ma Yuan Zhiyuan withered vine old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads westerly, sunset, heartbroken people in Tianya 2 lonely phoenix trees, deep courtyard locked in the clear autumn, 3 distant cold mountains with sloping stone paths, there are Bai Yunsheng people.

I passed by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran and prepared chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you 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. Zheng, a native of Wuyi, I will come back in the chrysanthemum season and wait for my holiday in the mountains: as bright as a mirror, the fishing raft is not lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low. There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city. 6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, the light smoke, the shadow flies a little.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. Returning home, I lived in the wilderness of Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and there were few people 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. Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. 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. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise 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.

The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame. 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?

In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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.

This is a question of going to the countryside. Don Wang Weiping lives on Qi's water, and there are no mountains to the east. 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.

Autumn rain in the countryside is Tang Geng's business. In the desert, there are heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rustling rain hangs down. 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.

Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

The countryside is mixed in the four seasons. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda blackbirds threw themselves into the forest, and the tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of them went to firewood. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

A farmhouse by the Wei River, Wang Wei, in the countryside under the setting sun, 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 yearned for a simple life and sang "Decline" in disappointment.

3. Poetry about rural life

When is the spring and autumn, how much is known about the past. (Li Jue: "Yu Meiren")

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. (Du Fu: The Hope of Spring)

White Manchuria in the mountain plain is green, and the sound of Zigui is like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. (Weng Juan's song "April in the Country")

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new power rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")

There are several idle fields in the poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poems. _ _ _ _ ☉ 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.

5. The poems describing rural life are only pitiful to the grass, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Short hair is like scissors, and the sand stays flat and clean on the screen. I'm lost here, but I must go back. The horse is tired and weak at night.

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.

The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. 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. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The newly harvested bamboo shoots are ripe, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

There is rain in the Woods, which slows down the smoke, and steamed millet pays for the winter hat. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. I learned to watch the morning glory on the quiet mountain, which is delicious in Panasonic Zhai Qing. Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 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.

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. 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.

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?

I came to the east to see the stream scenery, and I was reluctant to part with the lonely stones in the water. Wild birds have leisure when sleeping on the shore, but old trees have flowers without ugly branches.

A river is full of smoke and water, and people on both sides draw eaves. A lotus bush is light, watching the dance again and again, and the wind is ten miles away. The original painting is far away from the sky, the wine flag is outside the wind, and it loves to kill Jiangnan.

After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building. Who knows that Zhuxi Road is blowing Yangzhou songs?

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and laid gardenias in the atrium.

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.

6. 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.

7. This ancient poem describing rural life passed through an old friend Zhuang Menghao-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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Yi Zheng Lan Zhi:

Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.

There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (Ⅰ)

Southern Song Dynasty

Author Fan Chengda

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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.

Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (Ⅱ)

Southern Song Dynasty

Author Fan Chengda

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Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

No one crossed the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly