A poem about herding cattle in the country in spring

1. See Yuan Mei's poem about herding cattle.

The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.

I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.

Qingming du mu

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Wang Ji Wang Ye

Looking at Gao Dong in the dusk, what do you want to rely on?

Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.

The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.

Not knowing each other, Long song was pregnant with Wei.

Country night in Lei Zhen

The pond is full of grass and water.

The mountain topic is cold in the sunset.

The shepherd boy went back and stepped over the cow's back.

Piccolo has no cavity.

2. Country poems describing spring.

Qinggaoding

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Country April

Song Weng Juan

Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,

In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

Only when sericulture is planted in the field.

Looking for flowers by the river alone

Du Fu

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers bent the branches.

Wandering around, dancing with butterflies,

Charming songbirds sing freely.

Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng

Wang Song Anshi

The eaves of Mao Yan are long and quiet, without moss.

Flowers and trees are all planted by hand.

Fields protected by water will be green,

Two mountain platoon leaders send green.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

Chengda Fan

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.

Twelve Spring Poems by Fan Chengda

At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green. It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.

The soil paste is frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers bloom; Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.

Gaotian Ermai is green in the mountains, and the green in the low fields near the water is not cultivated; Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity.

Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. The witch feels that the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.

The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard. The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.

Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring. It was Niumo's road ahead and moved to the west side of the gate.

Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green. Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.

Li Guo's family paid tribute to him and opened a new wine to recommend Qing Mei. The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting.

Good spring outing, water like a cup after rain. With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back.

Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children. The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries.

Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan. I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.

Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender. Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.

Twelve Poems by Fan Chengda in Late Spring

Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.

The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.

Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.

The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.

The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.

There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.

The wool needles are soft and fragrant, and the sweet and sour color is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.

The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.

Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.

After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

3. Collect some poems about the spring countryside. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Gaoding Country House

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

Outside the forest, pigeons rest in the spring rain, and the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu's Family

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

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 assistant minister Zheng Qi's cold food.

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Six of Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs

The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the setting sun. _ _ _ _ Kou Zhun's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River, Endless"

Castle Peak is like the east of Dai Yuan Village, and the catkins are tender and green. _ _ _ _ peak "Spring Miscellanies"

4. When will the ancient poem "Flying Swallows" describing the spring countryside come back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.

After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.

(Su Shi)

Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.

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.

(Han Yu)

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Xinhuacun; Apricot Flower Village

The spring breeze in February blows willows,

Blow out a lot of worries in my heart.

This kind of worry is expected to happen every year.

Meet again after the storm.

Apricot wine in Xinghua village,

Wind and rain in the wind and rain.

I didn't see Hongyan deliver the book.

I saw the tears of Iraqis.

Early spring in eastern Juyuan Yang.

The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.

If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.

spring

[Song] Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Jueju

[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.

It's not worth visiting Ye Shaoweng-Southern Song Dynasty

Pity should be given to the moss on the fangs,

Small mouth firewood flies for a long time.

You can't close the garden in spring,

An almond came out of the wall.

Jueju

[Song] Monks in Zhinan

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

5. What are the poems related to herding cattle? 1. Spring grass grows in autumn and green, while Xia Han grows and loosens. Cattle and sheep return to the village lane, and young people don't know how to dress. -"Seven Pastoral Songs, Part IV" by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty

The lush spring grass still presents a vibrant green color in autumn. Tall pine trees have shade in summer. Cattle and sheep do not need to be driven away, and will return to the alley in the village. The children are naive and don't know the dignitaries.

2, grazing cattle, grazing cattle downstream. Go to herd cattle at night and drive cattle in the village. Walking in the rain-covered Woods, folding and lying on the green grass, singing a little song. The waist is full of short arrows of basil, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting my calves. -"The Shepherd's Poetry" by Li She in Tang Dynasty

Go herding cattle in the morning and drive to Jiangwan. Go to herd cattle at night and drive them through the village. Walking in the drizzly Woods in hemp fiber, lying on the green grass with a broken reed pipe, playing music. The waist is covered with short arrows made of chrysanthemum, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting calves.

Don't worry about the depth of the stream, black cattle can float. It is as safe as a boat for a child to step on the back of a cow. Cold and rainy mountains are far away, and uneven smoke trees are late. When Wendy Weng went out to meet him, his son returned to the cow and entered the circle. -"Cowherd" Song Dynasty: Lu You

There is no need to worry about the bottomless stream, you can ride a cow safely through it. The shepherd boy rode safely on the back of the cow.

In the cold wind and drizzle, from the distant hillside, in the jagged smoke forest, the shepherd boy rode an ox, and the old man heard the flute and came out to meet the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy came back and the bull went into the bullpen.

4. The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Biao. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -"Seeing" Qing: Yuan Mei

The children herding cattle rode on the back of the cattle, and the loud songs echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I stopped singing and stood quietly by the tree.

5, the hut is numb to drive away birds, and the shepherd boy puts cattle and sheep with the grass. -"Shoubei Shiyan Village" Song Dynasty poet Lu You

The villagers used the hemp planted to drive away sparrows, and the shepherd boy followed the grass to herd cattle.

6. A poem about herding cattle 1 "Five Songs: Grazing Cattle" Original by Lu Guimeng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: Jiang Cao is as poor as autumn and a half, and ten-horned cattle are put on the riverbank.

There is little grass by the river, and it seems to be the end of autumn. On the other side of the river, there are ten cows. 2, "In the Mountains" Tang Dynasty poet Li Sheyuan: Helpless shepherd boy, let cattle eat my bamboo.

I can't do anything about the shepherd boy, so I let the cows eat my bamboo. 3, "Shoubei Shiyan Village" Song Dynasty poet Lu You Original: The village is full of hemp to drive away birds, and the shepherd boy puts cattle and sheep with the grass.

The villagers used the hemp planted to drive away sparrows, and the shepherd boy followed the grass to herd cattle. 4, "One of the Cowherd" Modern poet Nie Gannu Original: Born as a Cowherd, the real time to herd cattle has been tilted.

I was born to herd cattle, but by the time I herded cattle, the sun was almost setting. 5, "Send Xue Jushi, Zhou Du Shu" The original text of the Tang Dynasty poet: It is good to weave millet in the morning and plow cattle at night.

Cook the yellow rice in the morning, we weave Artemisia, the shepherd boy cultivates during the day, and grazes the cattle at night.

7. What are the sentences about "herding cattle"? 1. This deceived me and I must fight back. I can't herd cattle at all, even if it costs me to fall into hell from now on.

2. Sleepy people are dragged out to herd cattle, don't want my detention, forget my beheading, and don't call me to train monkeys in Tibet. I wish you a merry Christmas in advance. Some of them were sent to earth earlier than me.

He sang melodious pastoral songs and herded cattle.

Return the horses and cattle, the world will be at peace and the people will live and work in peace.

As long as the students in Niu class are willing to study hard, they will also have the opportunity to catch up with the results of the advanced classes.

6. He is a cowherd, illiterate, and he learned his culture only after joining the Eighth Route Army.

7. Death, Feng, Weaver Girl falls in love with Cowherd; Love mandarin ducks, fish love the sea, and Shanbo loves Zhu Yingtai; Vines twine trees, trees twine vines, and mermaids become people for love. Valentine's day is coming, I wish all lovers in the world Valentine's Day every day.

8. The early Paleozoic magmatic activity in Fangniugou, Yitong County is relatively strong, and its development and evolution are closely related to Fangniugou polymetallic sulfide deposit.

9. If I can herd cattle, can't I study?

10. It is said that he will "herd cattle, raise pigs, transplant rice seedlings and cook by himself." .

1 1. Carrying water, raising chickens, geese and cattle ... He did everything he could.

12. Sleepy people pull out to herd cattle, don't want me to be detained, forget about my beheading, and don't call me to go to the circus to train monkeys! Kindly, I wish you a merry Christmas in advance! Someone sent it before me, sent it off the earth!

13. Open the space of the cowshed warehouse, and cooperate with local artists and groups to make the "cowshed warehouse" an experimental exchange platform for Macao's artistic creation.

14. We should shine the spotlight on the students in Cowherd Class, so that they can have a chance to prove that Cowherd Class also has spring.

15. Since then, Wang Mian has only been herding cattle in the Qin family. Every night, he goes home to accompany his mother.

8. Poetry about the countryside 1 Children in the countryside: "March in the countryside is far from memory" has to admit that the countryside in March is really far from memory, even if the incense is still nestled in the ocean of rape flowers. Play with snails, catch bees and chase Huang Die.

Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing peach petals and hanging spring around the neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to give themselves to the TV and shut out spring with their mothers who are closer to mahjong than mud. 2. Rural Youth: "He is not welcome in spring" He once sang spring in children's voices and tilted his vision to the balance of rural campuses. The spring breeze without melting rain and the hard gardener who greeted him are barren rural fields. He can't grow into a big tree and run to the city all his life. He scattered like dust on the assembly line of the factory and returned to beginning of spring with the tide of migrant workers in Spring Festival travel rush. He is not as popular as firecrackers in spring. The purse was empty for several years in a row, which was enough to blow him to pieces. 65,438+08 years old, barely patching up the future. It's too far. His thin youth is really not as green as the new grass behind the house. 3. Rural women: "The sun shines obliquely on the south window", which is suitable for picking cotton in the afternoon. Brother's sweat evaporated on the scaffolding in the city. Sister-in-law and sister-in-law are sitting at home in the sun. Speaking of the trouble that the sun can't shine, the urea saved in my eldest brother's teeth can't stand two storms in summer. Those fallen cotton buds and wind chimes who can't wait for snow, yellow, purple and red are all dead. All my sister-in-law's expectations are complaining that more than ten acres of land are too light to pry her son's college expenses. Why don't we leave the hoe together next year and go to Guangdong to stay away from the soil and go to the clothing factory? 3. Old man in the country: ◎ Mother-in-law in Miantian said that it was almost 60 years since the three-foot flowered foreign cloth lured you into the cotton field. You dyed your hair white and haven't come out yet. There are always so many reasons to stay that several baskets can't hold it. You printed them on your forehead and carved them in the corner of your eyes until your grandchildren told your grandmother to "don't study hard and grow cotton with me" as you did in those years. You say-with intimidation, then stand up straight and tell the cotton field your last wish "when I can't walk". You are a cotton stalk with silver frost and the biggest cotton ball. How humble the old farmer who sings in front of the abandoned theater is. These old sparrows in the countryside can't compete with the climate all their lives, and they are looking for food all their lives. Now, they begin to re-examine the theater with the same aging wings as them, and lock themselves in a sad grave full of rust. They gather around the rust to pursue the shade in winter and are unable to build a grass platform in spring! Then a three-step green tree, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place a country drama flowing in blood. The old lady basking in the sun at the door of the old house is walking in the budding heart, with flowers blooming and stumbling at her feet. The old is not just a memory. Now, you like sunshine more and more. You don't talk about rain and snow, but sigh about the war between the house and the mop. Speaking of the liquid "pictures" on the small flower quilt, you like doors and armchairs more and more. You start to give your feet a holiday, pay more attention to the tendons in your hands, and occasionally comb the wind and frost scattered on your head according to the sunshine. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.