Write poems about leisure life

1. Wang Wei's poem "Wu Xinyi" describing an easy life.

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. 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.

Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, 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's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"

In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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 the disappointed songs are fading.

Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

Zhang Ji's wild old songs

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. 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.

Nie's The Wounded Family

Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"

In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. 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! .

Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring

Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged

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.

Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"

At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Wen's "Burning Song"

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Loser-Yan Shu.

Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.

At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.

The days are long and the ice floes are light.

Smile at the oriental female companion, Sang Daoying.

The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.

Laughter comes from two faces.

Yan Shu, a famous prime minister and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, has an anthology called "Poems for Rain".

2. Leisure is described in the poem 1, a farmhouse by the Wei River Time: Tang Author: Wang Wei, the sunset shines on the ruins, and the cattle and sheep trail goes home along the alley.

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! .

2, "Zhou Shi is slow, prosperous to send cold" era: Song Author: Wang Zhidao is prosperous to send cold, burning for a year, and awarded Yao calendar. Green fog burns, green floating wind wrinkles, and it is warm in spring.

When the earth and the sky fall in love, it is time to pour out, and the five ghosts will take a break. Why not laugh at Dongfeng and have a drink of 300?

Long memory. When Fu Jian invaded, he was promoted to a higher position.

Benevolence and righteousness have ambition and cannot be abandoned. Gairang became famous in one fell swoop and made great contributions to the Yi people.

Although Pengxi is good, it has not stopped. The yellow bird is watching spring in the pot.

3, "He Xinlang Wan 'e Road" Year: Song Author: Lv Zu Gao Wan. Laugh back, wild and carefree, old-fashioned style.

Jade and gold bring spring, and it is late to go to Beijing. People win, and the West Lake is fun.

Outside the screen of the seal, there are Chaoyun, jathyapple and seagulls. Distinguish me, drunk.

Fu Fei reported to Kuanglu again. I'm afraid it's still in class. Someone will keep it.

Black heads have a good reputation, and waves come from the canal. But love me, before I met you.

One is all JUNSHOU, with wind and lotus flowers, shaking the summer heat wave all over the sky. Say this, it's gold thread.

4, "He Xinlang voluntary ugly wings" Year: Song Author: Feng Quqi self-care ugly wings. I like Cangzhou and Bai Niao, which are leisurely and quiet.

Chatting about sending a wooden ladder watch, looking at thousands of feet, Ji Hong. On the Lejiang River and in the mountains.

Mirror-like clear water flows around, smiling at the lake and praising the Tang Dynasty. Outside the dust, who knows.

The flying ink mark is still wet. Take the beads out, but don't eat people's chest and diaphragm.

Third, I sigh that I am ignorant and widowed, but I feel empty. Where to find and rely on singers and flute players.

No matter whether Yulin will come or not one day, it will be divided equally, and the romantic moon will be used for writing. Add a friend, * * * leisure.

5, "Nian Nujiao" era: Song Author: Li Changchi, see the clouds and the phoenix back, soft wind and crane knees. Send Yueqing to worship the dance on the day, and the new book will increase the rank.

Mothers can be virtuous, and so can children. Will always be the predecessor of the Buddha. Sun Zeng played with the color, smiled leisurely and with kindness.

I once commented on the present and the present in Hunchi Xuanzhong, written in calligraphy by Wang Yan. Here, the Weng Tang is in the shadow, reflecting the beauty of the fairy and the mountains.

People love Don Juan, wish Xuantang a happy birthday and applaud happily. Next year, we will convince you that flat peaches and fire dates will be real.

3. The poem "Wei Shui Peasant" expresses leisure.

Year: Tang Author: 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! .

Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

Looking at the Yellow River Mountain in the east, the male bird came out in the air.

There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun.

The rocks cross the vault and the peaks are dense.

I have heard of many immortals and learned flying skills here.

Facing the sea, the stone room is empty for thousands of years.

The golden stove produces smoke, and the jade pool is secluded.

Leave the ancient wood, the court is cold and old.

I advocate rock climbing because I want to protect my leisure.

Traveling all over Shan Ye, Zi Ling is unparalleled.

Send your heart to the pine tree and don't forget the guest's feelings.

Lipenghu

Year: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling

Along the Great Lakes, the lakes flow in rows. In the morning, it will go to Zhu Bei, and Doupu will go to the west.

Although this place is flooded, it is in the middle reaches and leisurely. There are many roses and paradoxes, but the feeling is not one.

Lushan mountain is straight for yang, and solitary stone is yin. A cloud of water came and several peaks appeared in the middle of the lake.

How to correct the image, how to understand the form and words. Moreover, understanding is natural, and there is no sympathy for the high and low.

In the mountains.

Year: Song Author: Lu You

The grass pavilion leaves clouds, and the stream bridge attracts cranes.

I am carefree in my poems, with a quiet mind and a dream of peace.

Stone milk keeps dripping, and the fat is loose overnight.

The mountains are all fun, not proud officials.

4. Poem of quiet and leisurely life 1, Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II in Song Dynasty;

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

Interpretation: Early summer is the season when plums are golden and apricots are fat. The ears of wheat are covered with white flowers, and almost all rape flowers are bearing seeds. The days in summer are very long, no one passes the fence, everyone is busy in the fields, only dragonflies and butterflies are dancing leisurely.

2. Wei-shui Farmhouse in Tang Dynasty:

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! .

Commentary: The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep return along the deep alley. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch. Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part. How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.

3. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village in Tang Dynasty:

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.

An old friend prepared a sumptuous dinner and invited me to visit him in Tian She. Green Woods surround the village, and a green hill leans vaguely outside the city wall. Pushing open the window to face the threshing floor and vegetable garden, drinking wine and chatting about farming. The Double Ninth Festival is coming, and I will come here to see chrysanthemums.

4. Rain in the Mountain Village by Wang Jian in the Tang Dynasty:

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

Interpretation: There is a crow in the rain, and there are just one or two families in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone.

5. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu's "Shang Shan Ma Jian":

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.

Interpretation: Yunshan starts from a vast field, and there are more than ten homes under the soft willow shade. Pheasants are flying over the grassland, and chickens and livestock in the village lanes bathe in spring. Long-browed old people pour wine leisurely, and tea girls wear wild flowers. I feel that traveling by boat is always in a hurry, and I am sighing sadly on the stream.

5. Poems describing leisure include:

1, Return to Songshan by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot. 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.

Translation:

The clear Sichuan water is surrounded by a piece of vegetation, and the horses are driving away slowly. The running water seems to be full of affection for me, and the birds in the evening return with me.

The desolate city is close to the ancient ferry, and the afterglow of the sunset is full of golden autumn mountains. At the foot of the distant and lofty Songshan Mountain, I closed the door and refused to spend my old age in the secular world.

2. Wei Shui farmers in Tang Dynasty written by Wang Wei.

Original text:

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! .

Translation:

The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys.

The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch.

Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse.

The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part.

How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.

3. Dong Jin Tao Yuanming's "Drinking to Build a House in the Humanistic Environment"

Original text:

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.

Translation:

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots.

Ask me why. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions.

It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

4. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. 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.

Translation:

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.

The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

5. My Seclusion in Zhongnanshan by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

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.

Translation:

I was kind-hearted in middle age and moved to the foot of Nanshan in my later years. When I am in a good mood, I wander alone, only I know.

Take a leisurely stroll outside the water, sit down and look up at the fluttering of white clouds. Occasionally I meet an old man in the forest and forget to return with a smile.

6. Eastern Jin Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden (Part II)

Original text:

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.

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.

Translation:

Beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan, with lush grass and sparse bean seedlings. Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.

The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.

6. Poem "Weishui Farmhouse" describes leisure time. Author: Tang Author: Wang Wei's sunset shines on the ruins, and the narrow path returns along the lane.

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! .

Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower Year: Tang Author: Li Baidong looking at the Yellow Crane Mountain, male male half empty. There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun.

The rocks cross the vault and the peaks are dense. I have heard of many immortals and learned flying skills here.

Facing the sea, the stone room is empty for thousands of years. The golden stove produces smoke, and the jade pool is secluded.

Leave the ancient wood, the court is cold and old. I advocate rock climbing because I want to protect my leisure.

Traveling all over Shan Ye, Zi Ling is unparalleled. Send your heart to the pine tree and don't forget the guest's feelings.

"Lake" Time: Tang Author: There are many lines flowing along the Great Lake in Zhang Jiuling. In the morning, it will go to Zhu Bei, and Doupu will go to the west.

Although this place is flooded, it is in the middle reaches and leisurely. There are many roses and paradoxes, but the feeling is not one.

Lushan mountain is straight for yang, and solitary stone is yin. A cloud of water came and several peaks appeared in the middle of the lake.

How to correct the image, how to understand the form and words. Moreover, understanding is natural, and there is no sympathy for the high and low.

"In the mountains" Time: Song Author: Lu you live in a cloud lodge, and the creek bridge attracts cranes. I am carefree in my poems, with a quiet mind and a dream of peace.

Stone milk keeps dripping, and the fat is loose overnight. The mountains are all fun, not proud officials.

7. Poems expressing the bleak life of the ancients: 1. Drinking (5)

Author Tao Yuanming, Wei Jin,

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.

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Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask me why I can do this. As long as you aim high, you will naturally feel your place is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view. The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions. It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

Second, the Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple.

Author Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

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Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain. The path hidden by bamboo forest leads to the depths, and the flowers and trees before and after the meditation room are lush and colorful. Bright mountain scenery makes birds happier, and the clear pool water makes people feel relaxed and happy. At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.

Third, pass by the old people's village

Author Meng Haoran, Tang Dynasty,

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.

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My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

Fourth, rice fields.

Author Wei Zhuang, Tang Dynasty.

Green waves are full of spring waves, and clouds are as fat as eyes.

It's not just the little egret, flying through the clouds to the painting.

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Green water is rippling in the pool, and endless deep fields are in the distance.

What's more, egrets can't see a thousand points, so they wear Yunfei smoke to this painting.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty

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! .

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The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch. Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part. How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.