Modern poetry enjoying country life

Modern poems about rural life. Modern poetry about rural life

1, "Country Dusk" Author: Wu Chusheng's hazy countryside turned into a faint landscape painting under the sky. After thousands of years of smoke, Qingshan is still silent for thousands of years. The more I read Country Dusk, the more I feel that the poems written by wild geese in the sky are fresh and meaningful. Even the flute of the shepherd boy who drove the sheep into the corridor shook the charm of Dongshan's curving drunken moon shooting out of the countryside, like Zen flashing into the dusk, longing eyes looking through the stone path. "When the sun is shining" Author: Dai Wangshu When the sun is shining, it is time to go for a walk on the path: the muddy road moistened by rain must be cool and gentle; Show off the new green grass and wash away the dirt at once; Little Chrysanthemum, which is no longer timid, slowly raises its head, tries to be warm and cold, and then blooms one after another; Butterflies shake off water drops and wander freely among leaves, exposing colorful pages of wisdom to the sun.

When the weather is fine, take a walk on the path; Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading across the stream. The sun has pushed away the haze, and the stream is dizzy and wrinkled in the warm wind. Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footprint of the cloud-and it is wandering.

3, "Village" Author: Zhang primitive wind, bringing primitive night to the village, the neem tree in the moonlight, like a lonely guitarist in the village. The disrepair door infected me-the old house I once lived in, the mottled brick wall, and the years tilted it: an era, only a faded slogan remained.

Bitter memories crunched on the old wooden chairs, and the night cooled the pain in the countryside. But the silence of the country erased my sleepiness, and I groped for the bronze lock on the door.

The broken moonlight on the window, the innocent bat dropped the black prophecy. And I, like an exile in the countryside, dream of taking away my dreams in the countryside. 4. "Memory of the Country" Author: Deng Gang boat rowed across the inlet, the sun was close at hand, the land was green and wet, and the breeze was blowing gently, rolling up bamboo forests. The familiar nursery rhyme hut comes from Waipoqiao outside Taohualin. It was an erhu that hung in the brow all the year round. The old roller was talking about "Water Margin" with a cane, and the plow was holding "Goddess" in the field. How many children are afraid? On the way to play truant, the shepherd boy stepped on the notes and locks, and chased the gongs and drums on the stage in the sedan chair dam. Drink a cup of wheat and you will be familiar with the old man with a scooter and a sweatshirt. A tea shop at the head of a mud village is at the end of a leaf, close to the excitement. Village by village to harvest wasteland, ancient rural customs and culture limped into the original ecological exhibition hall in the city with the scenery. Year after year, the countryside is approaching the city, but the sun still jumps up from the earth wall to give farmers crops. The land changed color and left clean snow in the village. 5. Author: Ling Feng sat on the ridge and raised his glass. Drinking homemade steamed corn wine and gnawing at the local pig ham stocked in the mountain village, the smell of home overflows the corners of my mouth. Raise a glass to respect my father, and a glass of local wine flows down my father's eyes with a smile. My bent mother was busy in the kitchen where the smoke was curling, and the smell of food on the table attracted the protest of the little dog in the corner. The hens flying around the henhouse kept cheering. I wonder if the native chicken can fill the wooden box that accompanies me, and the moon in my hometown is getting more and more round.

2. Modern poems describing rural areas and villages

Country Music: Xu Zhimo

The boat floated slowly in the shade of weeping willows-

A cool breeze in early autumn,

Blow up the velvet on the water,

The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.

I was resting alone in the window of the boat,

Looking at the waves of the river,

Listen to the sounds in the distance,-

Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!

This is the call of a crisp child.

There are many jobs on the farm.

Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:

But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!

White clouds are flying in the blue sky;

I want to put the annoying age,

I want to put hate love,

Entrust and infinite emptiness ―― disappearance;

Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:

Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,

Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,

Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.

Shu ting in early spring

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sadness and dry tears.

Smile at the sun

Although there is no torrent of flowers yet

Wash away the shackles of winter

plastered

Floods in plains and canyons

Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet

Splash thousands of silver beads.

Scattered in the foggy dawn

Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait.

Once it thunders,

Dark clouds fled in a hurry.

That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.

Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.

Yes, it's still a little cold.

And cold troubles

If you listen carefully

On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.

Trembling valley

As if wailing together

But there are some little cuckoos.

Like a flame that can't be extinguished

Wen nuan Tian di

Even the clouds are no longer floating.

Let me put it this way, my friend.

The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.

Because it passed the final chill.

Autumn flute

The garden smells of red fruit.

On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.

Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.

Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.

After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.

Throw it on the reed surface.

No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.

Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.

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3. Poems describing rural life

1 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road goes west,

The sun went down,

And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.

Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,

There is a family in Bai Yunsheng, where the stone path is steep on the cold mountain.

4 Passing by an old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue in remote mountainous areas.

We open your window in the garden and field, and talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. Wait until the holiday in the mountains, and I will come back in the chrysanthemum season.

5 Yi people Zheng:

Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.

There are thousands of frost spots on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and fish weave waves and silk streams.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.

6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke and the old trees in the west of Western jackdaw, a little bit in the shadow of a dancing rainbow.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Gui Tian Yuan ju

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.

In the music of the city fair, weeds are pulled out, and there are no miscellaneous words when we meet. Sang Ma has a long way to go.

The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.

Gui yuan Tian ju

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. I slipped and fell into the dust net for thirty years.

Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.

This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.

The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.

Pastoral expression

Tang Libai

Jia Yi lived in Wanli, Ban Chao for three years.

What is a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

Pastoral work

Tang Meng Hao ran

The house keeps out the dust, and only raises its elements first. It is close to three paths and has planted thousands of trees.

I have been squeezed out by Yu Yue, but I haven't met him in my thirties.

I was pregnant in the morning, but I often sat in ignorance during the day.

Looking at the golden horse gate, you can sing and cry, and choose the firewood road.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

4. Modern poems about rural life

1, country dusk

Author: Wu Chusheng

Dusk mist

The sky hangs over the countryside.

Hazy into a faint landscape painting.

The smoke that has been lingering for thousands of years is still there

The green hills that have been silent for thousands of years are still there.

Read the dusk in the country.

Poems written by geese in the sky on the moon

Fresh and meaningful

Even the sheep herder

The shepherd boy's flute entering the gallery

It also shook the drunken moon in Dongshan.

Make a Zen-like country charm.

I hope my eyes flash into dusk.

Looking at Shanshan's footsteps in the stone path

2. "When the weather is fine"

Author: Dai Wangshu

When the weather is clear,

It's time to take a walk on the path;

Muddy roads soaked by rain,

Must be cool and gentle;

Show new green grass,

Immediately washed away the dirt;

White chrysanthemum that is no longer timid,

Slowly raise their heads,

Try cold, try warm,

Then the petals break out of the shell;

Butterflies shake off water droplets.

Walking freely among the leaves,

The page of wisdom that decorated it.

Open and close when exposed to sunlight.

Take a walk on the path,

When the weather is fine;

Barefoot, hand in hand,

Tread across the stream in fresh mud.

Xinyang pushes away the haze,

The warm wind wrinkled the stream,

Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-

The footprint of the cloud-it is also wandering.

3. Countries

Author: Zhang

The primitive wind brings primitive night to the countryside,

The neem tree in the moonlight is like a guitarist who failed in the countryside.

The disrepair door infected me-

The old house where I once lived,

The mottled brick wall is troubled by years.

Tilt: an era, only left

Faded slogans.

Painful memories creaked on the old wooden chair,

Night cools the pain in the countryside.

But the silence of the country erased my sleep,

I fumbled for the bronze lock on the door.

The broken moonlight on the window,

Innocent bats cast black prophecy.

And I, like an exile in the country,

Dream, put the dream of the country

Take away, take away, take away.

4. The memory of the country

Author: Deng Gang

The boat rowed across the inlet.

If the sun is nearby, the land is green and wet.

The wind blew gently and rolled up the bamboo forest.

From outside the peach blossom forest

The familiar nursery rhymes come from Waipoqiao.

The fake is erhu.

Hanging on the brow all the year round

Old Lola is talking about "The Water Margin" on crutches.

Ploughs are rowing "Shen Feng" in the fields.

How many children did Pu Songling scare?

The shepherd boy is playing truant.

Step on the note, step on the lock.

Chasing the bride's sedan chair

The play in the dam

On the stage, gongs and drums are loud, such as wine.

Have a drink, guys.

The wheat is about to ripen.

The old man pulled a scooter.

An undershirt, covered with dust.

Cunzhang tea shop

At the other end of the leaf

Proximity stimulus

The sharpener came, from one village to another.

Here comes the reaper.

Rural customs and ancient culture

The scenery is too bad

Walk into the original ecological exhibition hall in the city.

year after year

The countryside is approaching the city.

But the sun still jumped down from the earth wall.

Give it to farmers and let them grow crops everywhere.

The land changed color.

Everything else is innocent.

Snow in the village

I miss the taste of my hometown.

Author: Ling Feng

Sitting on the ridge in the country

Picked up the glass and drank the homemade steamed buns and grain wine.

Eating pigs and ham in the mountain village.

The smell of home overflows from the corners of the mouth.

Raise your cup.

To my old father.

Home-brewed wine flowed down the corner of my father's eye.

Flow with a smile

A hunchbacked mother

Busy in a smoky kitchen

The food on the table smells delicious.

Draw a protest of the puppy in the corner.

The hens flying around the henhouse kept cheering.

I wonder if the native chicken can fill the wooden box I carry with me.

I'm full/overeated/full

A ray of sunset has lost its light.

The moon in my hometown is getting more and more round.

5. Poetry about rural life

Poetry about rural life

When is the spring and autumn, how much is known about the past. (Li Jue: "Yu Meiren")

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. (Du Fu: The Hope of Spring)

White Manchuria in the mountain plain is green, and the sound of Zigui is like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. (Weng Juan's song "April in the Country")

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new power rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")

6. What are the modern poems describing "country life"?

1. After spring and summer, loneliness germinates in the depths of acacia;

I ordered cinnabar, and the dim light flowed down the teenager;

Peach blossoms are planted, and the red dust is elegant before and after the flowers;

Wearing a wedding dress, I fell in love with my hair;

Across the world, love poems send care;

Remove the armor, a cup of green tea in the pastoral former residence;

Drunk sunset, small bridge flowing water and fog shadow people;

When you are young, the ends of the earth are always priceless. -"pastoral life" anonymous

2. The courtyard in the foyer, before the flowers and under the moon;

Father sings gently, sings gently and jumps gently;

Just for you, smile.

Jin Ge Tiema, Hu Qi;

Sword and shadow, sharp arrows whistling;

Just for you, no harm.

Red crown hairdressing, well-dressed and well-dressed;

When singing wine, the red line is related;

Just for you, grow old together.

Retire from the countryside, rising day by day;

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, looking at the horizon;

Just for you, * * * spend time. -"retirement" anonymous

3. At this moment, she looks carefree and serene, leaning against Gu Nan's clothes defenseless, which is completely different from her who is always on the alert and nervous around him. What he can give her is wind and waves, adventure, bloody battle, hidden front and endless struggle between mighty mountains and treacherous court officials.

He can't give the leisure of landscape and pastoral farming, nor can he give Qingyi hermit the hand in hand with the river and the sea. You can't give purity any more than you can give it completely.

but ...

What she really suits is fighting, isn't it?

Her natural blood, quiet outside and warm inside, only rushes and churns for the map of the world, such as hanging flags, and only hunts and flutters when the wind is out of date.

The flag is always waiting for the wind.

-Return to Heaven "Burning Right"

4. the pastoral scenery in the mountains,

Relax and be quiet.

However, we are all wrong. Leisure and quiet scenery is different from leisure and quiet people.

At least I haven't met a leisurely and quiet person in this place.

-Shunji Iwai's Everything in Zhou Lili

5.

The world is a game. If you have lost, don't let your opponent win. Perfection means nothing. Perfect breeds hatred. Loving oneself is the only meaning of living. Behind the ashes is an idyllic path, and white clouds come out.

-Shu Haicang gave birth to "Zhao Xi Old Grass"

7. Poetry about rural life

Young Tao Yuanming loves mountains. After falling into the dust net by mistake, I went for thirteen years. He made the birds fall in love with the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond missed the ancient garden. He reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, and Li Tao Luo tang qian, the village is warm and far away, and the smoke from the Yi market is smoky. Dogs bark and chickens crow in deep alleys. There are few martinis in mean streets. I hide the scenery in the daytime, and I miss wine. When I returned to the market, I sang songs and traveled with grass. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. Summer has a long life and my land is vast. Often afraid of first frost, three kinds of beans are scattered with the grass. The grass is covered with bean sprouts. The morning is ridiculous, and the moon hoes the belt. Walking in the desolate market of hazel trees, wandering among the mountains and living in the past. The well stove is damaged, and the mulberry has rotten plants. I asked the salaried people, and they told me that I didn't recover after my death. This statement is indeed true. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. The fifth regret is to return alone, and the mountain stream is shallow.

Chaisang people in Xunyang (now Jiujiang City) in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

8. Poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry.

A few idle fields. _ _ _ _ ☉ Weng Juan's April in the Country 3

Open up wasteland in the south. _ _ _ _ Lu You ☉ "Watching the children in the village play on the stream" 1

Children and grandchildren haven't been released to farm and weave. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei ☉ "Weishui Farmhouse" 4

Confucian scholars are like brothers in three winters. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming ☉ "Return to the Garden, Part I" 9

It's raining outside with pigeon curtain, and I'm learning to grow melons in mulberry shade. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan ☉ "After crossing the river and crossing the mountains for a long time, the guests have returned to Hangzhou in the spring, but they are worried" 1

When the rice is ripe in the west, thousands of couples still plow from their elders, and the rules sound like misty rain. _ _ _ _ ☉ Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven of Summer Resort 5

The mountains and plains are green, the rivers are white, the spring hoes are over the water, the hibiscus flowers fall off the fence, the bamboo filaments are long, and Fu Tian hoes back to the garden.