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1. Ancient poems about the beautiful scenery of the countryside

Ancient poems about the beautiful scenery of the countryside 1. Ancient poems about the beautiful scenery of the countryside

Poems about the beautiful scenery of the countryside It is: the green trees border the village, and the green mountains slope outward;

Poems describing winter scenery

1. And it is winter this year, and the death of Kansai is not over. (Du Fu: "Army Chariots")

2. The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter mountains are beautiful with cold pines. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons")

3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, but the winter has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "A storm broke out on October 28th")

4. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the year is bright and bright. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")

5. The sound of the sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi")

6. When midwinter arrives, all the flowers will die. (Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms")

7. I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms")

8. Children are making noise next to each other in the snow in winter, but the foolish Confucians on the other side are precious. (Lu You: "Residence in the Suburbs in Autumn")

9. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the kneeling lanterns accompany you. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness at Winter Solstice")

10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings forth spring at the winter solstice. (Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi")

1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""

2. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")

3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches are there? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")

5. The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu De ancient grass to say goodbye))

6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai))

9. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")

10. Spring scenery The garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")

Summer in Poems

1. I don't know how hot it is, but I cherish the summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao")

2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wanqing))

3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling at Chishi and Sailing))

4. The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night")

5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat when I sit still. (Dai Fuxu: "The Great Heat")

6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet")

< p> 7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County")

8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only feel the summer when it clears up. Deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. There is no need to regret when the flowers are gone, the summer trees are in full bloom. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")

Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival

1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")

2. Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers can bloom (Li Qiao: "Wind")

3. Plant a grain of millet in spring. , Harvest thousands of seeds in autumn (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline ("Han Yuefu? Chang Ge Xing")

5. The window contains thousands of autumn snows in the Xiling Mountains, and the boats thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty are parked at the door. (Du Fu: "Quequae")

6. The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, but I say that autumn is better than spring (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")

8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen. , Qingluo small fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.

(Du Mu: "Autumn Eve")

9. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? (Li Yu: "Poppy")

10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shubo Mountain Road")

2. Poems describing rural scenery

Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. ——Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"

The orioles sing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers of the water village are blown by the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. —— Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village"

Children and grandchildren have not yet been asked to farm and weave, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"

Peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains morning smoke. ——Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music No. 6"

The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. ——"Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

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3. Poems describing rural scenery

1. This type of poetry can be summarized as landscape pastoral poetry. Please choose from the following: 1. Passing the Old Friend’s Village Author: Meng Haoran The old friend has chickens and millet , invited me to Tian’s house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Let's hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 2. Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons Author: Fan Chengda The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 3. Summer garden miscellaneous. Author: Fan Chengda. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, white snow, and cauliflower are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. In May, the weather in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes.

The rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year. When the two wheat crops fall, they fight for a hundred coins, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian.

The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. The water is boiling, the snow is flowing, the chariots are noisy, and the rain is noisy.

Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other, there are not too many silk cocoons but too many cocoons. The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly.

Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young man grows up on the front of the bicycle.

During the day, we work in the fields and at night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own business. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days, the weather is cool, and the green mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window.

Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly. They often stay at the farmer's house to wash the well and incense. I sit on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool in the afternoon. Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home late at night.

The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise. The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow out, and the essence of the ghost is withered.

I can’t afford to buy land to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night.

If the deafness is not cured, will the dream soul fight for the bed of quinoa? 4. Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, where people stay and buy wine. Author: Li Bai. From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a slight hint of green.

Together with the Tian family, childishness blossoms. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.

Have a rest while chatting and drinking wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.

I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance. 2. Extended introduction: Landscape pastoral poetry, one of the ancient Han poems.

It originated from Xie Lingyun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. This type of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, rural scenery, and comfortable and tranquil secluded life.

The poetry is meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the line drawing technique is mostly used. Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the Pastoral Poetry School of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the Landscape Poetry School of the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the Landscape Poetry School of the High Tang Dynasty.

Poets take landscapes and pastoral areas as their aesthetic objects, and use their delicate brushstrokes to express their dissatisfaction with reality and their desire for a quiet and peaceful life. yearning.

4. Poems describing the rural scenery

The poems describing the beautiful rural scenery are: Green trees surround the village, green mountains sloping outside;

Describing winter scenery Verses of

1. And now this winter, the death of Kansai has not stopped. (Du Fu: "Army Chariots")

2. The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter mountains are beautiful with cold pines. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons")

3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, but the winter has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "A storm broke out on October 28th")

4. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the year is bright and bright. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")

5. The sound of the sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi")

6. When midwinter arrives, all the flowers will die. (Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms")

7. I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms")

8. Children are making noise next to each other in the snow in winter, but the foolish Confucians on the other side are precious. (Lu You: "Residence in the Suburbs in Autumn")

9. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the kneeling lanterns accompany you. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness at Winter Solstice")

10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings forth spring at the winter solstice. (Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi")

1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""

2. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")

3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches are there? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")

5. The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu De ancient grass to say goodbye))

6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai))

9. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")

10. Spring scenery The garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")

Summer in Poems

1. I don't know how hot it is, but I cherish the summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao Mao")

2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wanqing))

3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling at Chishi and Sailing))

4. The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night")

5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat when I sit still. (Dai Fuxu: "The Great Heat")

6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet")

< p> 7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County")

8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only feel the summer when it clears up. Deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. There is no need to regret when the flowers are gone, the summer trees are in full bloom. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")

Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival

1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")

2. Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers can bloom (Li Qiao: "Wind")

3. Plant a grain of millet in spring. , Harvest thousands of seeds in autumn (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline ("Han Yuefu? Chang Ge Xing")

5. The window contains thousands of autumn snows in the Xiling Mountains, and the boats thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty are parked at the door. (Du Fu: "Quequae")

6. The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, but I say that autumn is better than spring.

(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")

8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters the fireflies. (Du Mu: "Autumn Eve")

9. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? (Li Yu: "Poppy")

10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shubo Mountain Road")

5.10 ancient poems describing the natural scenery of the countryside

"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late Come autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Residence in Wangchuan is presented to Pei Xiucaidi (Wang Wei). The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees. Pastoral miscellany at four o'clock (Fan Chengda) The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.

No one passes by the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly back to the garden and occupy the second place (Tao Yuanming) There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

Xinliang (Xuji) The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.

Birds are singing in the stream, Tang Wangwei people are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

Hui Chong's Late Scene on the Spring River. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty has three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

An appointment with Zhao Shixiu from the Song Dynasty. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

On the day when the king of Tang Dynasty drove to Ehu Mountain, the rice and beams were fertilizing, and the pig cages and chickens were perched with their doors half-opened. The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring community, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.

On a village night in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi was covered with frost, grass, and insects, and there were no people walking to the south of the village or to the north of the village. I walked out the front door alone and looked at the wild fields. The moon was bright and the buckwheat flowers were like snow.

6. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

1.

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy, and the good years keep enough guests. Chicken dolphin.

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

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Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

3.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The river and mountains in Chiri are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.

4.

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

5.

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.

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Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

7.

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

8.

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

The shadow returns into the deep forest and shines again on the moss.

9.

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

10.

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

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Eastern Jin Dynasty·Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away and you are biased.

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

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

12.

Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty

Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.

In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.

13.

Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop.

My favorite child is rogue, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

14.

Song Dynasty Fan Chengda

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

15.

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

7. Poems describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside

"Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran

My old friend, with chickens and millet, invited me to the Tianjia Green Tree Village. Together, the Qingshan Mountains are sloping outside. We have a banquet in the garden, and we talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, we will come to drink chrysanthemums.

Du Fu's "Quetrains"

The country is beautiful in the late afternoon , the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The mud melts and the swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep.

Du Fu's "Quatrains"

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climb up. Blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

[Song Dynasty] Lu You

Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy,

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In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.

There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.

"Rain Passes in the Mountain Village" - —Wang Jian

In the rain, one or two roosters crow, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The women call each other to bathe the silkworms, and look at the gardenias in the atrium.

"A Leisurely Life in Wangchuan" "Gift to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Wang Wei

The cold mountains are turning green, and the autumn water is gurgling. I lean on my stick outside the firewood gate and listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. I am back to meet my father drunk. Singing wildly in front of the five willows.

"Qing Ping Le. Village Dwelling" - Xin Qiji

The eaves are low, the grass is green on the stream. The sound of Wu is so charming when drunk, who has gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the creek, while the middle son is weaving chicken coops. The younger son is most fond of scoundrels, lying at the head of the creek peeling lotus pods.

8. Ancient poems about rural scenery

Wang Wei, Tianjia, Weichuan

The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.

This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.

Pastoral in Spring Wang Wei

Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins.

Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.

Pastoral miscellany of the four seasons

Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Pastoral miscellany in four seasons

Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty

Blackbirds throw themselves into the forest and there are few passers-by, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone.

Pastoral miscellany in four seasons

Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty

The mud mirror of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.

There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

9. Ancient poems describing rural scenery

Meng Haoran: Passing through my old friend’s village. My old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows to a golden color.

It’s easy to wake up from the drunkenness on the street, and the spring sorrow in your eyes never disappears. Bai Juyi's Spring in the South of the Yangtze River: The wind returns to the clouds, the rain breaks off, and the rain begins to clear, and the lakeside is warm and bright again.

The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet been completed.

I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year. Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in Nanhu" It's natural to find spring late, so there's no need to be melancholy and complain about the beautiful time.

The strong wind has shed all the crimson color, and the green leaves have turned into shades on the branches. Du Mu's "Sighing Flowers" The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close.

The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Han Yu's early spring report to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water was inscribed on the courtyard behind the Poshan Temple. Chang Jian entered the ancient temple early in the morning, and the first sun shone on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.

The light of the mountain is pleasing to the horse, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. Everything is silent here, but the sound of Zhong Pan can be heard.

10. Ancient poems about the beautiful scenery of the countryside

"Passing the Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran's old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains slant outside. We held a banquet in the garden, drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we even came to drink chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "Quetrains" Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. Du Fu's "Quetrains" Two Orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. The window contains Qianqiu snow in the Xiling Mountains, and a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu is moored at the door. [Song Dynasty] Lu You Moxiao Farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins. The mountains are heavy and the water is doubtful, and there is no way out. The willows are dark and the flowers are bright. One Village. "Rain Passes the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian There are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The women call each other to bathe the silkworms, and leisurely look at the gardenias in the atrium. "Wangchuan Leisurely Presents Pei Xiucaidi" ——Wang Wei The cold mountains are turning green, and the autumn water is gurgling. I lean on my stick outside the firewood gate and listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sunset remains on the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. I get drunk again and sing wildly in front of the five willows. "Qing Ping Le. Village Residence" ——Xin Qiji The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. The sound of Wu is so charming in the drunkenness, who is the old woman with white hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. He likes the little rogue the most, and he lies at the head of the stream. Peeling off lotus pods. "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" - Li Bai walked down from Bishan Mountain at dusk, and the mountain moon followed him back. But he looked at the way he came, and the green and green were faint. He walked to Tian's house, and his childishness opened its thorns. Green bamboo enters the secluded path, green radish flutters on the clothes. Happy chatting can be rested, and fine wine is chatted and swayed. Long songs sing in the pines and wind, and the songs are all over the river with few stars. I am drunk and happy, and I am so happy that I forget my memory. " "Four Seasons of Pastoral Excitement" - Fan Chengda's new construction field has a flat mud mirror, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the sound of flails is heard all night long. "April in the Countryside" - Weng Juan is green all over the mountains. The river is full of white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and the sericulture is being harvested and the fields are being planted. "New Coolness" - Xuji is full of water, the fields are full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees at dawn and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness. , flying over the green mountains and crying in the shadows. "Five Wonders of the Mountain Village" - Su Shi takes advantage of the sloping stream to the bamboo fence and thatched house, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village. Spring comes in the mountain village. There are no elephants in the peace, but the solitary smoke is everywhere in the houses. The sound of chickens and dogs is misty and rainy, and there is life. Where is the unrest? But there is no one to wear the yellow calf, and there is no need to work for the cuckoo. The old man is seventy and sickles his waist. He is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountain. How can he forget the taste after hearing the rhymes? In the past three months, there is no salt in the food. Cane quinoa I'm in a hurry to eat, and the money is gone. I won the children's pronunciation, and I spent half a year in the city. I am ashamed of myself when I steal my salary and forget to return it. You are worried about the end of the harvest. There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall, and I will miss my life. Travel. "Merry Son" - Sun Guangxian's thatched cottage and the stream of hibiscus hedges. Chickens and dogs come from south to north. The wild rice leaves are long, the water is blooming, and the spring waves are green outside the door. Listen to the weaving, and the sound is rushing. The shuttle is running through the house. " "Partridge Sky" - Su Shi. Broken mountains in the forest are covered with bright bamboos and hidden walls, and there are cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond. Birds can be seen from time to time when turning over the empty space, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant. Outside the village house, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turns to the setting sun. It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cool for another day. "Village Scene" - Chen Yuyi blew the horn at dusk and heard ghosts calling, and held a pole to watch the geese at dawn. There were few mulberry leaves when the silkworms went upstairs, and there were many rice seedlings where the water was flowing. "The small boat with the white bamboo canopy that the guardian took was occasionally borrowed to play in nearby villages" - Lu You's thatch eaves were wet with drizzle and smoke, and the river road was as cold as snow. I don't love my husband's golden horse, but I envy his long white boat with a pavilion. "Confessions" "Two Poems from Tucun Entering the North Temple" - Wang Anshi left his home in Muzhetian, the city is far away from the countryside. The canals are lined with jasper, and the crops are lying on the yellow clouds. The thin hibiscus smoke is dyed with fat, and the deep lotus water is burned by musk deer. No one can be seen in the setting sun, and chickens and ducks are flying. From the group. "The Cottage" - Lu You stripped and pecked at the cottage, and bowed to the owner. The new walls were demolished, and the tiles were broken. The fish scales were broken. The red grains of cooking grains were used, and the green smoke was thick in the streams. When I got to bed, I fell asleep deeply. The cold dogs graze bitterly. "The Cottage" - Xu Hun Yan's wild geese went down to the autumn pond, and the Tian family has been busy since then. Moving vegetables to the far water, harvesting fruits to wait for the frost. Wild rice flour is pounded, and the mountain kitchen is baking tea to make it fragrant. Visitors come. There is also wine, and I stay in the thatched cottage with business. "Xiao Thoughts in a Mountain Village" - Yu Xun opens the door to save grain and millet, and lives next to Weng Shuitou. Today is Nanjianbo, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short straw hat, and plays a flute at the waist. Asking people by the waterside, riding an ox to the mountains. Wangchuan's leisurely residence is a gift to Pei Xiucai. Dihan Mountain is turning green, and the autumn water is gurgling. Leaning on the stick outside the firewood gate, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting on the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. Picking up the family at summer time Drunk, singing wildly in front of the five willows. Sitting alone in the bamboo pavilion in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to shine. After the new rain in the mountain, the weather is late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. . The bamboos rustle and return to Huannu, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. Return to Songshan Mountain to make a clear river belt, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return to each other at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the sunset Manqiu Mountain. Traveled all the way to Songgao, returned and retreated. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, connecting mountains and sea. White clouds

Looking back together, I can see nothing in the blue mist. The peaks in the field change, the clouds are clear and the valleys are different. I want to stay somewhere, so I ask the woodcutter across the water. I am a good Taoist in my middle age in Zhongnan Bieye, and I come home to the southern border of Nanshan in the evening. Xinglai Beauty goes alone, and you know success in vain. When you walk to a waterless place, you sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, you visit the old man Lin, chatting and laughing for a long time. Talking about the green stream entering the Huanghua River, every time you chase the green stream water, follow the mountains and turn around thousands of times. , the interesting journey is endless. There are noisy sounds in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are filled with water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so clear. Please stay on the rock, and the fishing will be over. The field house in Weichuan shines slanting light on the village, and the cows and sheep return in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy, leaning on his stick to wait for the thorns. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping. I am envious of leisure and leisure, and my sighs of regret are fading. Looking at the Xinqingye (at night), I look at the open fields of Xinqing. There is no dirt in my eyes. Guomen is near the ferry. Village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream. White water and bright fields are outside. After the green peaks come out of the mountain, there is no idle person in the farming month. .Focus on family matters in the south. Huanghuachuan's dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and there will be three rests in a few miles. Turning around, I see my disciples, reflected in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows among the rocks. Silent words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the top of the mountain. . Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering. The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating. It used to be disgusting and dense, and it was so open that people were worried. Brother Cui Puyang, Ji Zhongqian, the mountains are blooming with autumn scenery, and Kuang Jun is leisurely on the pond. . Under the long west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles of black color, several peaks emerging from the clouds. Craggy mountains facing the Qin State, Heda Zangjing Pass. The remaining rain shines obliquely, and the birds return to the sunset. My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this Declined face. No one is seen in Lu Chai Wang Weikong Mountain, but people's voices are heard. The reflection goes into the deep forest and shines on the moss again. At spring dawn, Meng Haoran sleeps in spring without waking up, and he hears the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. Birds In the Ming Stream, Wang Wei's people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream. In the Zhuli Pavilion, Wang Wei sits alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest do not know that the bright moon comes to shine. Su Jian Dejiang Meng Haoran moved his boat to Yanzhu, and the guests were worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees were low in the wild sky, and the clear moon on the river was close to the people. In the mountains, white rocks came out of Jingxi, and the weather was cold and the red leaves were sparse. There was no rain on the mountain roads, and the sky was green and people's clothes were wet. Autumn in the mountains After the new rain in Mingwang Weikong Mountain, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the rocks. The bamboos rustle and return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. Rest in the spring fragrance at will, Wang Sun.