Write a poem about the countryside.

1. Poems about the countryside-farming villages

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.

Minnong

Don Li Shen

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?

Agricultural family

Don Young is in people.

In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.

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

Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi

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 day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

2. Make up two ancient poems about rural life, Tang and an idyll in spring.

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.

Back to Yan's lair, the old people look at the new calendar. When they are in a hurry, they will feel dissatisfied and travel far.

It's Tang's pastoral.

Ju Pingqi is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, the river is bright and the well is clear.

The shepherd boy looked at the village and the hounds came back with the people. If you are quiet, it's nothing. Fei Jing has a day off.

Autumn rain is pastoral, Tang Gengkun.

The desert was overcast with clouds and it rained cats and dogs. The ancient road is soaked in rain and full of waste.

When five crops are harvested, several families in remote villages 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 Song Xing Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

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

3. What are the poems describing the countryside? 1, the mountain is now cold and blue, and autumn water has been running 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? . -Wang Wei's Letter to Pei Di from My Cabin in Wangchuan

2, the dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and it will take three breaks in a few miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come after midnight, knock on the chess pieces and drop the snuff. -Zhao Shixiu's About

4, the autumn color is good, and Kuangjun Pool is idle. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

I have sailed on the river with yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

6, full of mountains and green, white and full of Sichuan, and the rain is in the sound and sound. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. April in rural Weng Juan.

7. In the countryside where the sun sets, 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. Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . -"Weishui Farmhouse"

8. The blackbird is in the forest, and there are few tourists. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

9, the bird loves the old forest, and the pond fish loses its source. 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.

10, low eaves, green grass on the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. -Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le. Rural residence

1 1, Jia Yi was demoted for three years, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

12, came out during the day, became numb at night, and the children in the village were in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

13, look at Jinmamen and take the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

14, an empty mountain after rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. -"An autumn night in the mountains"

15, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree head are not shaded. The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store

16, the new building has a flat mud mirror, and everyone cooks, and it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"

17, plum and apricot fertilizer, wheat and cabbage flowers thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

18 I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -"Bamboo House"

19, Mao Mao rain on the eaves of Mao Yan was wet with smoke, and there was cold snow on the river. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat. -Lu you's boat with a white bamboo canopy, which Chang Bao occasionally borrowed to play in a nearby village.

20, the chicken sings three times, arranges rice bowls and sets tea bottles. My lover is still afraid of urging early ploughing, so he pulls the awning window to see Xiaoxing. -Hua Yue's family

2 1, my middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

22. Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort home. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine. -Li Bai's "Down to the South Mountain" gave Hu Si a cordial pillow and bowl.

23, hibiscus flowers, full of mountain red. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

24, the bright moon is not surprised, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

25, don't laugh at farm wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years. 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 day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

26, the water is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows. -Ji Xu's "New Cool"

27. There are few fields and few wheels in 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.

28. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

29. The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. -"Binding the Home to Songshan"