Poems praising the kindness and simplicity of rural people

Poems praising the countryside 1. Sentences about praising the countryside

1. The scenery is beautiful, the air is full of freedom and leisure ... The breeze blows away all the troubles. ...

Country life is full of fun. Dragonflies fly happily in the sky, as if welcoming my mother and me.

The night in the country is quiet and beautiful. Whenever night falls, every household is cooking, making the whole village shrouded in smoke, just like a fairyland. After dinner, people sit in the yard and shake their fans to enjoy the cool ... It's getting late and people have entered a sweet dream.

My hometown is in the countryside, where it is beautiful all year round. In spring, the running water is tinkling, the weeds are green, the flowers are in full bloom, and there is a vibrant scene; In summer, under the shade of trees, naughty boys plopped into the water to swim naked. How happy they are! In winter, my brother Dong painted a white painting with brush strokes. During the day, this brush paints the ground, bridges and houses white ... However, what fascinates me most is the touch of gold in my hometown.

The countryside is beautiful in people's minds, wonderful in writers' works, and special in my eyes.

6. I love the countryside, and I love its beautiful scenery! When the azaleas are in full bloom, the breeze gently blows the willow branches. Clear streams and springs gurgle. Birds on the branches are chirping and singing. Butterflies in the flowers are dancing. Even the fields are endless. Sweep away people's troubles.

7. In summer, I went to the countryside. The stream flows slowly through the country. This stream, though not as magnificent as the sea or as mirror as the West Lake, has a unique beauty. The water in the stream is very clear, and you can see the free fish and shrimp in the water; The water in the stream is green as if it had been soaked by the surrounding trees. At this time, here is full of happy children's laughter, some people are swimming, some people are splashing water, and I am also in the game water.

8. Under the window, there is a big square grid. Near the road is a lush mango forest, and at the end of the forest is a stream, which can be said to be pitifully small. It is useful to irrigate the forest with the water from this stream! Followed by a large grassland, green grass, especially in summer, beautiful morning glory blooms on the grassland, attracting beautiful colorful butterflies, with a unique taste of hometown. There is a farmhouse near the grass. When night falls, darkness hangs over Fang Gezi. The farmhouse lights up, and the orange light is like a pair of magical eyes.

9. I love the country and the simplicity of the country! There are no tall buildings, no traffic, brick bungalows and low bamboo fences, which are both picturesque and beautiful; Simple clothes, village girl with light makeup, rain, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber.

10. The morning in the countryside is fresh and beautiful. The sky is so high and blue, and a few white clouds that float by occasionally are like waves in the boundless ocean. The blue sky is endless. Green farmland.

1 1. The river in the countryside is very clear, like a piece of green transparent cellophane, and the pebbles at the bottom of the water are as smooth and transparent as crystals. In the morning, the river just woke up with sparkling eyes. The whole water surface is green as jade and bright as jade; The rising fog, like a white veil, covered the shy face of the river.

12. The vast space between heaven and earth is full of green waves, and the dense green waves make a slight rustling sound with the warm wind. Light clouds, like ribbons, are wrapped around green waves. On the mighty grassland, there are light green plants, dark green plants and dark green plants.

2. Praise rural poetry

To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown! -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"

Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse. —— Yue Fei's "Feeling of Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower on the Red River"

Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. -Meng Haoran's Autumn Country-specific Mountains to Zhang

Water is separated by light smoke to repair the bamboo temple, and the road passes through the village of sparse rain and falling flowers. -Yang Huizhi's Cold Food Order Zheng Qi Assistant Minister

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5

3. Poetry praising rural scenery

Pass by Meng Haoran, an old friend village, and 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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in mountains and rivers, with fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.

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 a row of egrets soar into the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships [Song] Lu You doesn't laugh at the muddy wine of the peasant family, but raises enough 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. Rain over the mountain village-one or two chickens crow in Wang Jian's rain, and the roads and bridges in Zhuxi Village are inclined.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water has been flowing all 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? . Qingpingle village residence-Xin Qiji has low eaves and 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.

Walking down Zhongnanshan to Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl in Hu Si, and walking down the blue mountain in the evening, moonlight is my way 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. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda is flat, and every household grows rice while first frost.

Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. April in the countryside-Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and the sound of Zigui is drizzling like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. "New Cool"-Ji Xu's 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. Five wonders of mountain villages-Su Shi's bamboo fence hut uses the oblique flow of spring scenery in mountain villages to spend flowers everywhere.

Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.

However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.

Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.

Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.

You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life. Romantic son--Sun Guangxian Maoshe Jinli Opera.

Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green.

Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.

Partridge sky-Su Shilin has broken mountains and hidden walls, cicada grass withers and small ponds. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.

Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

Village scenery-Chen blew the trumpet at dusk to smell ghosts and supported the pole to see the geese. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.

"Boats covered with white bamboo awnings are occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play by the village" —— Under the thatched eaves of Lu You, it is drizzling and wet, and the river is Leng Xue. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.

Two Confessions of Tucun's Entry into the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Going Out of the Field and Dividing Yin and Ye with the City. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun.

Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.

"Caotang"-Lu You peeled and pecked at the Caotang, and elegant fork master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale.

Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.

"Caotang"-Xu Hun Yanyan went to the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them.

The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.

Xiao Si, a mountain village-Yushuimen stores grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou lives. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night.

The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.

Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is 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? .

In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands 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.

The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, like my chariot driving slowly. 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, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a 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 also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

My middle-aged heart found a way, I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, 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.

Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a 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! .

As the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path in a farmhouse by the Wei River. 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! . New Sunny Wild (One Night) See the New Sunny Yuan Ye Open.

Extremely clean. The national gate is near the ferry.

The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Baishui Tian Ming Wei

After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm.

Pour out family affection. Huanghuachuan 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. 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.

Brother Cui Puyang's season is heavy, autumn scenery is good, and Kuang Jun's 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. 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.

There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice. Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Bird-singing Creek Wang Wei people idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Meng Haoran on Jiande River at night.

4. Poems describing rural life

1, Two Poems of Compassion for Peasants-Li Shen in Tang Dynasty

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?

At noon in midsummer, under the scorching sun, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

2. Returning to the Garden —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

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.

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early to get rid of weeds, and go home with a hoe in the moonlight at night.

3. Mountain Farmhouse-Gu Kuang in Tang Dynasty

Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.

Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.

When I crossed the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, the sound of the gurgling spring accompanied me to the farmhouse. The sun shone high on the eaves of the thatched cottage, and the chickens cackled as if welcoming visitors. Shan Nong accompanied me to visit the roasted tea, and said with deep apologies, don't lightly blame cigarettes. When I went to the threshing floor, Shan Nong was very happy because it was sunny and could thresh.

4. April in the countryside-Weng Juan in the Song Dynasty

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.

The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

5. "Farmers"-Yan in Tang Dynasty

In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.

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

Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.

5. What poems praise the rural scenery?

1. Visit Shanxi Village

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

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. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence

Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty

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 eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

3. April in the countryside

Weng Juan in Song Dynasty

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.

4. Rural residence

Gao ding in Qing dynasty

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

5. Country night

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.

I went to the front door alone and looked out at the field. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat field, and the buckwheat flowers were like a dazzling snowflake.

6. What are the poems praising "farmers"?

1. In the Tang Dynasty, there were two poems praising "farmers"/two poems expressing goodwill to farmers: Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers? 2. The father of farmers in the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi plowed the fields? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness. Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.

3. Wild Old Songs/Shan Nong Ci Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of Shan Ye. 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.

4. The title of the farmer's father Lushe Tang Dynasty: When will Qiu Wei Dongfeng arrive? The green lake has gone up the hill. Spring is early on the lake, and the family is not idle.

In ditches and running water, between flat land and weeds. After dinner at night, I let the cows go and closed the door when I came back.

5. Farmers in the Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's rice clouds are not rainy or yellow, and buckwheat flowers are frosted early. It's worse than a leap year.