A beautiful poem describing rural life with mountains and water.

A poem about beautiful countryside 1. Poems describing beautiful countryside's 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.

2. Poetry describing the beauty of the field

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,

You entertained me on your farm.

We look at the green trees around your village.

And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.

We open your window to the garden and fields,

Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.

By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,

I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Youshan west village

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Qingpingle country house

Author: Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and small,

Green grass by the stream.

Drunk and charming,

Who has white hair?

The big-eared hoe fights west and east,

Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;

I like children and scoundrels best,

Lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Qingpingle. Song Xinqiji, a Country Home

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream best.

The following is Wang Wei's.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

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.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

House of Bamboo

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.

An autumn night in the mountains

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.

Back to my home in Songshan

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.

Zhong Nanshan

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

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.

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.

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of 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! .

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

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.

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! .

Shinharuno (working at night)

The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.

Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating.

I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.

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.

The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.

3. beautiful countryside's poems

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. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

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. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"

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. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"

4. pastoral poetry

Poems and ancient poems describing rural scenery

1, the clear river flows through its 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.

2, the legacy of the old country is there, and you want to swim old when you board the ship. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.

3. The evening sky is beautiful and the spring breeze is fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

4, there are few people in the wild, and there are few 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.

5, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

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

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

5. Poems describing rural scenery

Describe the rural scenery

1, "two quatrains" Tang Du Fu

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

2, "Bamboo House" Tang

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.

3, "The Village of the Old Man" Tang 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.

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

4, "I don't have a letter to Pei Di from Wangchuan" Don Wang Wei.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling. 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.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

5. Tao Yuanming, the first song of returning to the garden.

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.

6, "Pastoral Poetry" Tang Li Bai

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

7. Wei in Chai Lu.

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

8. "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Wei

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.

9. "Country April" Song 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.

10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Fan Song Chengda

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

1 1, riverside night stone

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

12, Bird Watching Creek, Tang

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

13, "Tour Shanxi Village" Song

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.

14, "Wild Old Songs" Tang Zhangji's old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is 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.

15, Tang, its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.

6. Write poems about rural areas.

Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, cauliflower is white, and wheat is thin. No one has ever landed on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. April in rural Weng Juan >; The mountains and plains are all green and the rain is like smoke. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and sericulture is planted in the fields. Yang Wanli's Suxin Xugong Store: The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers at the top of the tree are not shaded. The children scrambled to chase Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found. Six of the seven pastoral songs, Wang Wei's peach is full of rain, and the willow green is more smoky.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping. 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 four seasons are idyllic, and in the Song Dynasty, Fan became a big black bird and threw himself into the forest. The tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of him went to Chai Fei.

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. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity Song Fan Chengda Ritian Yunye Ji Ma, each village takes charge.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.