A poem describing a person's comfortable life

The poem about free life is 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. What are the beautiful and comfortable ancient poems describing rural life? The more the better ~ ~ ~

Landscape pastoral poetry originated from Xie Lingyun in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Tao Yuanming in the Jin Dynasty, represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty. Look at their poems.

Du fu's quatrains

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

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 egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Gui Yuantian Ju's Five Poems by Tao Yuanming

one

Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. Thirty years passed carelessly.

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.

third

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.

3. Poems describing leisure

Poems describing leisure include:

1, Return to Songshan by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

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.

Translation:

The clear Sichuan water is surrounded by a piece of vegetation, and the horses are driving away slowly. The running water seems to be full of affection for me, and the birds in the evening return with me.

The desolate city is close to the ancient ferry, and the afterglow of the sunset is full of golden autumn mountains. At the foot of the distant and lofty Songshan Mountain, I closed the door and refused to spend my old age in the secular world.

2. Wei Shui farmers in Tang Dynasty written by Wang Wei.

Original text:

Sunset shines on the market, and 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 sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Translation:

The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys.

The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch.

Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse.

The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part.

How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.

3. Dong Jin Tao Yuanming's "Drinking to Build a House in the Humanistic Environment"

Original text:

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Translation:

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots.

Ask me why. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions.

It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

4. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. 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.

Translation:

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.

The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

5. My Seclusion in Zhongnanshan by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

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.

Translation:

I was kind-hearted in middle age and moved to the foot of Nanshan in my later years. When I am in a good mood, I wander alone, only I know.

Take a leisurely stroll outside the water, sit down and look up at the fluttering of white clouds. Occasionally I meet an old man in the forest and forget to return with a smile.

6. Eastern Jin Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden (Part II)

Original text:

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.

Translation:

Beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan, with lush grass and sparse bean seedlings. Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.

The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.

4. Sentence paragraphs describing free and unrestrained life.

Here are four model essays for reference: model essay 1: I long for a pair of wings. The mythical phoenix has a pair of beautiful wings, with which they can fly freely in the sky; Children who are learning a language have a pair of wings of imagination. They fantasize about the life around them before entering the society. Angels have a pair of white feathered wings, symbolizing tranquility, peace and warmth.

I long for a pair of wings, a pair of wings that can fly like a bird; I long for a pair of wings, a pair of wings I imagined when I was a child; I long for a pair of wings, a pair of wings as beautiful as an angel ... Birds' wings are often interrupted by hunters' shotguns; The wings of childhood imagination gradually shrink in real life; Only the wings of angels are safely inserted in their bodies, but they live in a distant paradise. The wings of dreams have been replaced by the pure teachings of parents and teachers: the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination are the only way to realize dreams.

The wings have to be replaced by four feet like turtles and climb on the ground step by step. Who can tell me where my wings are? The senior high school entrance examination, like an invisible ground wire, leads me.

Like a kite that can never get off the line. After the senior high school entrance examination, facing the college entrance examination; After the college entrance examination, I am faced with employment ... Oh, the thread of this kite is life! Some people say that life is like a song, but I want to say that life is like a kite line, which draws us endlessly-kites.

When one day the kite broke and fell to the ground, but the thread was still tightly wrapped around it. Some people say that if the kite string is broken, can the kite fly freely? No, the thread is broken, but half of the broken thread always follows the kite, so that it can never get rid of the shadow pulled by the thread.

So I want to have a pair of wings, a pair of wings that can fly without any external force. I have a pair of wings of freedom, sunshine and happiness, without any shadow.

When that day comes true, I will fly in the blue sky, and I will tell everyone loudly: I have a pair of wings, a pair of my own wings! Grass yearns for rain and dew, flowers yearn for blooming, eagles yearn for blue sky, horses yearn for galloping, streams yearn for rivers and seas, and I yearn for a pair of wings ... Fan Wener: I yearn for a small birdcage made of free willows, with exquisite and lovely patterns, a circle of gorgeous lines embedded in Phnom Penh, and a well-equipped vegetable basin, sink and toys. After reading it, you may be amazed: "What an exquisite birdcage!" I, who live in this birdcage, am a canary. I am a captive canary.

I sing, euphemistic songs with long sadness; I whispered, and faint thoughts came from my soft voice; I scream! The shrill voice is helpless and cold! The cage in my eyes is gradually deformed. Ah, is this my home? Vast sky, dense forest, clear river! I want to sing to my heart's content, in the embrace of nature and in the dream of freedom. I want to leave my footprints on every leaf, carve my songs on every petal and penetrate my heart on every white cloud.

I want to settle in this carefree and unrestrained world. Every morning, wake up the sun and play with friends in the flowers and plants in the forest; Every evening, welcome the bright moon and play with the shadows in the soft moonlight! What a happy and fulfilling life! Spread your wings and fly to the forest ... "Boom!" I ran into that beautiful birdcage.

Hey, where is my sky? Where is my forest? Where is my river? What about my freedom? I'm still in a terrible cage. Outside the birdcage, several pairs of human eyes stared at me, and a pair of greedy eyes of a black cat flashed green! Sing! Sing! Sing the song of your life! Oh, there is a voice calling in my heart.

who is it? Is it freedom? Sing! Sing the song in your heart! Sing! Sing the dream in your heart! Sing! Sing the freedom in your heart! "Under beautiful feathers/thoughts in the corroded soul/endless/exquisite birdcage/flying soul/freedom in the soul/who can understand …" "When the body disappears/the soul is intoxicated with freedom …" I want to fly! Free! Breaking through the birdcage and throwing myself into the mouth of a black cat, I can feel my flesh and blood being torn apart … vast sky, dense forest, clear river! When the body no longer exists/the soul is intoxicated with freedom ... Model essay 3: I long for happiness. I hope I can get countless happiness, and then send it to everyone's heart-I don't know when it started, and the joy on my face gradually faded. In exchange for a sad face.

I don't know the specific reason. Is it because I want to leave this land? I've never been so depressed. Everyone's laughter has become extremely painful in my heart. I can't do it if I want to. No one is aware of my subtle changes, and my mood is always fluctuating. When you are in the best mood, there will always be a burst of loss, and a faint pain will swim through your heart.

Although, I don't want to do this myself. I sincerely hope that everyone around me can spend every day happily.

It's only a matter of time before you leave. However, I can't let go.

Do I have nostalgia for this land I once hated? Maybe! I have changed a lot here. Coming here from my hometown, I became cheerful and confident. Since then, life has been full of laughter and joy.

It seems that my friends and classmates here have had a positive influence on me. Almost two years, there must be an inseparable friendship between us! Summer again.

We met that summer and became classmates and friends. We are going to separate this summer, so happiness will slip away from my life bit by bit.

I don't have the strength to catch them either. I don't know when happiness will come back to my life.

I hate my depression. I must learn to be happy in order to make people around me happy. Even if you leave, you can't kill the happy, optimistic and positive mood.

I tried to adjust my mind and cheer myself up. Change your way of thinking-leaving is certain, so cherish the limited time left! Yes! Joy cannot be abandoned. I will bless you for the rest of the time and make you feel happy because of me. No matter where, whether in front of you or not, happiness will accompany you and me.

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