Poetry expressing the poet's love for rural life ~ ~ Waiting online

Tao Jin is round and bright, and it is one of the gardens.

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

The second is.

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When people are in a complicated market, they wear grass.

I wanted to see no miscellaneous words, but I sang Malone.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.

However, I am afraid that the frost will come, just like grass.

The third is.

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

It's ridiculous to invade the morning, and the moon lotus hoe takes it home.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Fourth.

Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment.

Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, unwilling to live in the past.

There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.

Excuse me, whoever gets paid is different.

The wage earners told me that there was no death.

I've really lived in a different place all my life.

Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.

The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

Filter out the new wine at home and cook chicken for the neighbors.

When you enter the room, you will get a candle.

The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.

Tao Yuanming, the fifth drinker in Jin Dynasty.

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.

Tao Yuanming is a famous pastoral poet. At the age of 4/kloc-0, he worked as Peng Lingze for more than 80 days, so he gave up his official position and retired. His five poems "Returning to the Garden" were written at the beginning of Peng's resignation. This group of poems mainly describes the simple and quiet rural life, showing their hatred of dirty officialdom and social darkness. There are twenty * * * poems in Drinking, which were written after his retirement, but not for a while. According to the order of the poems, it is because this group of poems was written after drunkenness.