Poetry praising rural scenery

Passing through the village of the old man

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.

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Wang Wei

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! .

The fifth part is drinking

Tao Yuanming

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.

Rain in the mountain village

Wang Jian

One or two chicks crow in the rain,

Zhuxicun Road Banqiao Inclined.

Mother-in-law called silkworm bath,

Look at the gardenias in the atrium.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

Chengda Fan

Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

No one crossed the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly

Walking in the nursery in early autumn

Yang Wanli

Sunset is merciless and the most affectionate.

Remind all the trees to sing at dusk.

Sounds like there's nowhere to find it,

I found it next to it. There was no sound.

Walking down Zhongnanshan, I came to Hu Si's pillows and bowls.

Lipper

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.

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.

Tour of Shanxi village

Lu you

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.

Shanghai Ma Jian

Du Mu

The sea of clouds is blue all around, and there are more than ten weeping willows.

Pheasants flying deer are far away from the grass, and Niuxiang is full of chickens in spring.

Xiumei's father is drinking and Xixiu's daughter is drinking wild flowers.

I looked at the dust meter myself and was disappointed with the fine sand by the stream.

Jiangcun village

Du Fu

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?