Poems about pastoral dogs

Poems about rural dogs 1. What are the poems about dogs?

☆ Chai Men smells dogs barking, but it returns to people in the snowy night —— Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stayed in the snow.

☆ Why do dogs bark? There are officials at the door. Poetry of Ciba County Order in Han Dynasty

☆ Kong Shengyou heard that LAM Raymond was injured, and Dong Long was even worse! Answer the King on Twelve Cold Nights by Tang Li Bai

☆ Dogs bark in deep alleys and chickens crow in mulberry trees. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Returning to Garden"

☆ Killing dogs is still desperate, but the general looks at himself in the mirror. On modern Yu Dafu's current affairs thought from "Over the Grave"

☆ Clothes are like flying quails, horses are like dogs, and Qi Lin's swordsmanship gives birth to a bronze roar. Tang Lihe's "Regret for the Past"

☆ Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. The Tenth Five-year Conscription of Han Yuefu

When you travel to the west, you frown at the north. Tang Lihe's "Send Qin Guanglu North"

☆ Girls have homes, and chickens have dogs and homes. Tang Du Fu's wedding farewell

☆ I have no face to follow those people who have no guts to bet on pears and millet. It is difficult to find Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

☆ Different manners, haggard as a dog. A gift from Don.

2. Poems about Moran

Wu Jiaji's quatrains on March 3rd.

The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and the orchids in my basin were flooded.

Fanrui strives for the opening day, which is the time for tourists to get home.

Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"

Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.

There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.

Wang Fengnv painted orchids.

Beggars get the beauty described by poets, and Yaochi is clear and beautiful.

As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.

Shi Tao's cymbidium

The root has left the dust, so there is no poem, and poetry gives loneliness.

Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.

Massai fighters in East Africa

The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.

My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.

Massai fighters in East Africa

I'm tired of listening to Huang except Yao Cao's Spring Star.

Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.

I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.

Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.

Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.

There are potted plants in front of the temple, and orchids are unique. In the past, they were called Wang Xiangxiang and also Mr. Fang because of the four rhymes.

Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.

Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.

You fen San, static shadow sparse.

Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing?

The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.

The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.

The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead.

Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.

In the middle of spring, everything blooms.

Orchid ode

The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.

Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.

Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"

Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.

Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.

Winter orchids in Cao Yin

Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.

As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.

Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.

At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.

Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan

The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.

If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.

After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.

Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.

Hua Yan de LAN Hua

The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.

Gao's On Painting

The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.

Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.

Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.

Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)

No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.

One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.

I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.

The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.

3. peach blossom wine's poems

Tang Yin, the owner of Hongzhi Ugly Peach Blossom Temple in March.

Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.

If wealth is better than poverty, one is underground and the other is in heaven.

If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees and picks them to sell wine.

I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.

If wealth is better than poverty, one is underground and the other is in heaven.

If we compare Hua San to chariots and horses, he will deprive me of my leisure.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Cars and horses are full of potential, and hops are secluded.

If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven.

If we compare Hua San to horses and chariots, I will have no leisure.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I don't want to bow in front of horses and chariots, but I want to die of old age.

Cars and horses are full of power, and hops are stupid.

If wealth is better than stupidity, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky.

If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

4. Poems about friends and friends

Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. -Cao Xueqin

The mountains and rivers are not heavy enough. It is important to know yourself. -Bao Rong

Be a gentleman and a hero in the world. -"Reflection". Shushu. Biography of Liu Ba

A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi

A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn. -"Selected Songs of Yuan Dynasty". Fight for gratitude

Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor. -Zhang Jiuling

One is expensive and the other is cheap. Goodbye. wang luobin

A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi

Have fun today, and don't forget each other in the future. -Cao Zhi

Friends in the world, know yourself and know yourself. -Feng Menglong

The most important thing in life is to know yourself. We are all flesh and blood in the whole world. -"Wild Goose Gate Collection"

Friendly friends never tire, but close friends speculate. -Feng Menglong

If two people are connected, their sharpness can cut metal. -"Yi copula"

Baby, it makes a harsh sound and asks for its friendly voice. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya"

Happy, happy, new friend —— Qu Yuan

Friends in trouble. -"Han Zhuge Feng Biography"

People who have affairs are not our kind. -Meng Haoran

5. Poems about food

1, related poems

Minnong

Li Shen

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

2. Translation

Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where seedlings grow. Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?

3. Brief analysis

From the beginning, it depicts that farmers are still working in the fields under the scorching sun at noon, and sweat is dripping on the scorching land. This makes up for the change from "a millet" to "ten thousand kinds" and then to "the four seas have no idle fields", which was watered by thousands of farmers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian with blood and sweat; This also captures the most typical image of the following "every grain is hard", which can be described as one tenth. Generally, it shows the hard life of farmers who don't avoid cold, summer, rain, snow, wind and frost all year round. "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard" is not an empty sermon, nor is it a moaning without illness; It is similar to a profound motto, but it not only wins by its persuasiveness, but also reflects the poet's infinite resentment and sincere sympathy in this deep sigh.

6. drizzle poem

1. Man Jianghong [Yue Fei]

Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque

2. Su Shi's "Huanxisha"

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.

3. Time: Tang Author: Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

4. Autumn Rain Leaving Xiangjiang River Year: Song Author:

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

5. "Crying at night is stormy last night" Year: Tang Author: Li Yu

It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.

Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back.

The world flows with water, which is a dream.

Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

6. Send Yuan Er to Anxi Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

7. Poetry about farming and reading.

Gengduxuan

Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty

Who is in Lu Yu? Lead the yellow calf on the back.

Ploughs and hoes are on the shoulders, and books are piled up.

Work hard and recite well, and you will know that you are sitting in the shade.

Nanshan bean seedling fertilizer, high east rain new foot.

The cold filled the suburban market, and the sound of books came from the hut.

In ancient times, wise men got up to cultivate themselves.

Buy a minister's song with a negative salary, and read it by Ni Broadband.

Send a message to a young apprentice, and the business will follow.

"Farming and reading poetry" is

History of Xiang 'an in Song Dynasty

When I am in my field, the road is like a crow's disease.

Dusk is floating on my curtains, and the wind and rain are dense.

The hemp fiber is like a crown, and the snow torch is like a firefly pole.

Tian Ding is eager to learn from Ding, and he is also eager to learn from others.

Mi Gan Xi Cai Zhi, Tao Mao Xi Shi Ren.

No regrets, right pitch.

Tang Yao is my monarch, but I'm cheating on Iggy.

Reading Shan Hai Jing, Part I

Tao Yuanming in the Southern Dynasties

Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.

Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.

After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books.

Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back.

Talking about spring wine and picking vegetables in my garden.

The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze.

Extensive reading "Biography of Zhou Wang", browse the book of mountains and seas.

What could be happier than this view of the universe?

Watch the children playing on the stream in the village.

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

After the rain, the stream leveled the bank and looked at the children in the village to thank yat sen villa.

Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind.

In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents.

Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, so you don't have to work hard for your officials.

"1898 Two Poems on Autumn and Winter and Children during Xichun Family Reunion"

Sun Jie in Song Dynasty

It's been half a year since we parted, and the right to share is afraid in late autumn.

If he can work hard at night, his daily life will be better than buying fields.