Poetry about rural fields

1. Ancient poems about farmland

The fragrance of rice flowers means a good year. Listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night"

There is no suitable vulgar charm, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat was dripping from the soil. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers"

Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. ——Wang Wei's "Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang / Autumn Return to Wangchuanzhuang"

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. ——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"

The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew. ——Anonymous "Long Song Xing"

The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7"

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse. ——Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany·Part 2"

I walked out of the front door alone and looked at the wild fields. The moon was bright and the buckwheat flowers were like snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"

Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Opening up the wilderness in the south, staying humble and returning to the garden. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1"

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"

It is raining outside a curtain of doves, there are several idle fields, and spring hoeing is going on across the water. ——Zhang Yan's "Crossing the River Cloud· A long-time visitor from Shanyin recalls the misty and sad thoughts of Xihang in spring again and again"

There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Style Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers"

When Tian Fu arrived with his hoe, he met each other and spoke to each other. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Field House"

Several clumps of sand and grass dispersed, and a flock of gulls scattered, and a heron flew across the vast river field. ——Wen Tingyun's "Lizhou's Southern Crossing"

In the middle of the night, the children are plowing at dawn, and the oxen are unable to walk with difficulty. ——Yan Renyu's "Farmhouse"

Even if there is no land, I am still dancing with joy, not to mention the joy of looking forward to the new year in the field. ——Zeng Ji's "Su Xiudaozhong"

Ten miles west, the ripe rice smells fragrant, the hibiscus hedges fall and the bamboo silk grows long, and the hanging mountain fruits hang green and yellow. ——Fan Chengda, "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Road"

The Tian family has been idle for a few days, and farming has begun. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guantian Family"

At the end of the year, the hoe is plowed in the empty room, and the children are called to climb the mountain to collect acorns. ——Zhang Ji's "Old Songs from the Wild Country/Shan Nong's Ci"

The fields are small with sparse fences and winding paths. The cloud trees bloom at dawn. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Yu Meiren·Sparse Fences and Winding Paths in Tianjiaxiao"

The water surrounds the field and the bamboos surround the fence, and the elm coins are all gone, and the hibiscus flowers are sparse. ——Zhang Shunmin, "Village Dwelling·Water Surrounds Pei Tian, ??Bamboo Fences Surround"

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Cuckoo Feifei advises to plow early, and pound the hoe to take advantage of the spring. ——Yao Nai's "Mountain Travel·Cuckoo Feifei Encourages Early Plowing"

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"

Selling new silk in February, selling new grain in May. ——Nie Yizhong's "Ode to the Tian Family/Suffering from the Tian Family"

A light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects. ——Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"

At that time, people did not realize the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself. ——Yan Renyu's "Farmhouse"

It's easy to make money even if there is land in the desolate mountains. ——Wang Shouren "Relegated to Liangjue, please learn from the farmer general Tian Nanshan's chanting words and express your feelings"

When you see the harvest of rice, the grains are fat and fragrant.

——Huang Xieqing's "Miscellaneous Odes of the Field Family in Autumn" 2. Poems about fields

1 Spring is really a comfortable spring, and the spring scenery is so beautiful!

2 This spring not only gives people new life, but also gives people new hope. I love this beautiful spring.

3 It’s close, it’s close, I’m already I heard the footsteps of spring, all of which reported the arrival of spring. My whole heart floated out, to the bright flowers and the green grass.

4 The continuous spring rain sprinkles on the sycamore trees in the courtyard, rustling like a musician gently plucking the strings, and like silkworms quietly devouring mulberry leaves...

5 Oh! Spring Rain, it turns out that you came to the earth with Miss Chun, making the earth full of vitality and exuding a fresh breath. Your dexterous hands plucked people's heartstrings and plucked people's beautiful hopes. 3. The poem describing the fields is What

The poems describing fields include:

1. When I am in the fields, there are no people living in the lanes. How can there be no people living there?

2. If there is no land, there will be no land, but only arrogance. I don't think about people far away, I work hard and worry about it.

3. The rain is enough and the fields are white, and we are plowing in the middle of the night.

4. Zhuo Bifutian can get ten thousand a year.

5. When you go to the top and stay in the fields, how majestic is the solitary tomb.

6. The old silkworm guest has not yet returned, but the silk has been reeled in Baitian.

7. On a spring night, the bamboo pavilion gave money to the Shaofu and returned to Lantian.

8. It is easy to deal with money and money even if there is no farmland in the desolate mountains.

9. The white-haired star has weak muscles and still works with his grandchildren.

10. The royal family descended from Tiantian and stayed in Changsha for another year.

11. The Tian family has a quiet month, but in May people are even busier.

12. The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

13. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

14. The wicker will be comfortable, the soft tips will be cloaked, and the wheat field will be shallow.

15. A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring green. 4. Write poems about the countryside

Fan Chengda’s Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons> (Part 1): The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the cauliflowers are snow-white and the wheat flowers are sparse. The day is long and no one passes by the fence. There are dragonflies and butterflies flying. Wengjuan's countryside in April>: The mountains are green and the plains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of Zigui. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, sericulture is being planted and fields are being planted. Yang Wanli's Xugong Store in Suxin City>: Fence The path is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade. The children rush to chase the yellow butterflies, which fly into the cauliflowers and find them nowhere. Six of the Seven Pastoral Music Songs by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty.

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 the Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Pastoral Excitement in 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. 5. Poems about the countryside

1 Country children: "March in the countryside is far away from memory" I have to admit that despite the fragrance, the March countryside nestled in the sea of ??rapeseed flowers is indeed far away from memory. Play with snails, catch bees, chase yellow butterflies.

.. Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing up peach blossoms and hanging spring around your neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to leave themselves to the TV. Together, their mothers, who are closer to mahjong than soil, shut out the spring. 2. Rural teenagers: "He is not as popular as spring." He once sang about spring in a child's voice and planted his longing in the rural campus. The scales tilted to welcome him. Without the spring breeze that turns rain and the hard-working gardeners, the fields in the countryside are deserted. He will never be able to grow into a big tree in his life and rush to the city. He is scattered like grass on the assembly line of the factory and returns with the tide of Spring Festival migrant workers. On the day of the beginning of spring, he steps on the firecrackers to catch the spring. He is not as popular as spring. His empty wallet for several consecutive years is enough to blow him into pieces. At the age of 18, he can barely fill his future. It is too far away. His thin youth is really not as good as the one behind the house. New Grass Green 3. Rural Women Chapter: "The Sun Slants into the South Window" This afternoon is suitable for picking cotton. The sweat of the elder brother is evaporating on the scaffolding in the city. The sister-in-law and the aunt are sitting at home in a place where the sun does not shine, talking about whether the sun shines. The troubles that the elder brother saved in his teeth could not withstand the two summer storms. Those fallen cotton buds, those goose yellows and purple reds that could not wait for the snow-white, all the expectations of the sister-in-law, and the aunt complained that the more than ten acres of fields were too light. If you can’t pry off your son’s college expenses, why don’t you drop your hoe next year, stay away from the soil, go to Guangdong, and go to a clothing factory. 3. Rural Elders: ◎My mother-in-law in the cotton field, you said that three feet of flowery foreign cloth tempted you into the cotton field that year. It’s almost sixty years since you entered. Balls of cotton have dyed your hair white. You haven’t come out yet. There are always so many reasons to stay. Even baskets can’t be filled. You print them on your forehead and carve them into the corners of your eyes until your grandchildren. Just like you back then, you called your grandma, "If you don't study hard, go plant cotton with me." You said - with threats, you straightened your back and told the cotton field your last wish, "When I can't move, I won't ask for my children." "Money" In the cotton field, you were thinned into a cotton stalk, and your head covered with silver frost was the biggest cotton ball. ◎ How humble are the old farmers singing in front of the abandoned theater. These old sparrows in the countryside cannot compete with the climate and have been searching for life all their lives. Grain Now, they begin to re-examine the theater whose wings are as old as theirs, locking themselves with rust into the tomb of sorrow. They gather outside the rust, chasing the green shade of winter, unable to build the grass platform of spring! Then a green tree with three steps, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place the rural opera flowing in the blood◎The old lady sunbathing at the door of the old house steps on the thoughts that once sprouted, and the flowers bloom and fall. Walking stumbling with cocoons under your feet, what is old is not only the memory. Now, you like the sunshine more and more. If you don’t talk about the rain and snow, or the vicissitudes of life, you will only lament the war between the house and the mop. Or, the liquid "pictures" on the little flower quilt. "What you like more and more is that door and that armchair. You start to give your feet a rest, pay more attention to the veins in your hands, and occasionally shine in the sun, combing the wind, frost, and green trees scattered on your head. , Qingshanguo is oblique. 6. Poems about rural pastoral

1 Autumn Thoughts on Pure Sands in the Sky

Yuan Ma Zhiyuan

Withered vines and old trees, dim crows,

Little People live in bridges and flowing water,

The old road is winding with thin horses,

The sun sets in the west,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world

2 Lonely Wutong, deep The courtyard is locked in the clear autumn,

3 Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.

4 Visiting my old friend Meng Haoran in Zhuang

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 Yi people Zheng Lanzhi:

The Fangtang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing rafts can be seen in 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 sunset 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.

Returning to the countryside

Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties

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 the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass. 7. Poems about pastoral life in the countryside

Poems about pastoral life in the countryside

When will the spring flowers, autumn and hundreds of moons come, how much do you know about the past. (Li Yu: "Poppy Poppies")

The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It")

Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

The mountains are green and the original white Manchuria is green, and the rain is like smoke in 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" by Weng Juan of the Song Dynasty)

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to the Willows")

The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. (Cen Shen: "The water pavilion sends Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the county") 8. Poems about the countryside

1 Rural children: "March in the countryside is far from memory" I have to admit that although it is fragrant The March countryside still nestled in the sea of ??rapeseed flowers is indeed far away from memory. Playing with snails, catching bees and chasing yellow butterflies.

.. Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing up peach blossoms and hanging spring around your neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to leave themselves to the TV. Together, their mothers, who are closer to mahjong than soil, shut out the spring. 2. Rural teenagers: "He is not as popular as spring." He once sang about spring in a child's voice and planted his longing in the rural campus. The scales tilted to welcome him. Without the spring breeze that turns rain and the hard-working gardeners, the fields in the countryside are deserted. He will never be able to grow into a big tree in his life and rush to the city. He is scattered like grass on the assembly line of the factory and returns with the tide of Spring Festival migrant workers. On the day of the beginning of spring, he steps on the firecrackers to catch the spring. He is not as popular as spring. His empty wallet for several consecutive years is enough to blow him into pieces. At the age of 18, he can barely fill his future. It is too far away. His thin youth is really not as good as the one behind the house. New Grass Green 3. Rural Women Chapter: "The Sun Slants into the South Window" This afternoon is suitable for picking cotton. The sweat of the elder brother is evaporating on the scaffolding in the city. The sister-in-law and the aunt are sitting at home in a place where the sun does not shine, talking about whether the sun shines. The troubles that the elder brother saved in his teeth could not withstand the two summer storms. Those fallen cotton buds, those goose yellows and purple reds that could not wait for the snow-white, all the expectations of the sister-in-law, and the aunt complained that the more than ten acres of fields were too light. If you can’t pry off your son’s college expenses, why don’t you drop your hoe next year, stay away from the soil, go to Guangdong, and go to a clothing factory. 3. Rural Elders: ◎My mother-in-law in the cotton field, you said that three feet of flowery foreign cloth tempted you into the cotton field that year. It’s almost sixty years since you entered. Balls of cotton have dyed your hair white. You haven’t come out yet. There are always so many reasons to stay. Even baskets can’t be filled. You print them on your forehead and carve them into the corners of your eyes until your grandchildren. Just like you back then, you called your grandma, "If you don't study hard, go plant cotton with me." You said - with threats, you straightened your back and told the cotton field your last wish, "When I can't move, I won't ask for my children." "Qian" In the cotton field, you were thinned into a cotton stalk, and your head covered with silver frost was the biggest cotton ball. ◎ How humble are the old farmers singing in front of the abandoned theater. These old sparrows in the countryside cannot compete with the climate and have been searching for life all their lives. Grain Now, they begin to re-examine the theater whose wings are aging like them, locking themselves with rust into the tomb of sorrow. They gather outside the rust, chasing the green shade of winter, unable to build the grass platform of spring! Then a green tree with three steps, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place the rural opera flowing in the blood◎The old lady sunbathing at the door of the old house steps on the thoughts that once sprouted, and the flowers bloom and fall. Walking stumbling with cocoons under your feet, what is old is not only the memory. Now, you like the sunshine more and more. If you don’t talk about the rain and snow, or the vicissitudes of life, you will only lament the war between the house and the mop. Or, the liquid "pictures" on the little flower quilt. "What you like more and more is that door and that armchair. You start to give your feet a rest, pay more attention to the muscles and veins in your hands, and occasionally shine in the sun, combing the wind, frost, and green trees scattered on your head. , Qingshan Guo is oblique.