A beautiful poem describing the pastoral scenery, a complete collection of ancient poems

1. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. Sentimentally attached attached to the fragrance of flowers butterfly in the dance, freedom in the soft and soft warbler is just happy to sing.

2. Jia Yi died three years ago in Wan Li, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

3. Autumn is good, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool. Under the leisurely Xilin, I know the mountain in front of the door. Thousands of miles across the sky, several peaks emerge from the clouds.

4. The mud mirror of the newly-built farm is flat, so every family can take advantage of the frost to clear up. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.

5. Yan Yan went down to Qiutang, and Tian Jia was busy since then. Move the vegetables to the distant water, and collect the fruits to be frosted. The wild pheasant is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes the fragrant tea. There is wine when guests come, and they stay in the Maotang.

6. Look at the Golden Horse Gate, and take the road of firewood. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

7. In front of the Huangshi Tower, the river flows east, and it is lazy and sleepy in the breeze in spring. Peach blossoms bloom without owners, lovely deep red loves light red.

8. I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles. Rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks. Down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.

9. It's sunny and Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean. Guomen is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Bai shui Ming Tian wai After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out the family's family.

1. Looking to the east, few cities are full of smoke, and the high-rise buildings with flowers are even more pitiful. Who can bring me to drink, call for beauty, singing, laughing, dancing, and Yusheng?

11. In front of the Huangshi Tower, the river is in the east, and it is lazy and sleepy in the breeze in spring. Peach blossoms bloom without owners, lovely deep red loves light red.

12. When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.

13, wooden shuttlecock field home, the city is divided into yin and ye. Slip through the canal and walk in jasper, while the beds lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep water is burned by musk deer. When the setting sun disappears, the chickens flock together.

14. hibiscus flowers with sawdust and red calyx in the mountains. There are no people in the stream, and they have started to fall.

15, the screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is clear between the wells. The shepherd boy looks to the village, and the hound returns with the people. What's the matter with the quiet? Jingfei takes the day off.

16. the limpid river, past its bushes, running slowly as my chariot. Becomes a fellow voyager, returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry, autumn sunset floods the peaks. Far away, beside Mount Song, I shall close my door and be at peace.

17. its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared. The central peak divides the south - west, and the mountain valleys are varied. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?

18. Look at the Golden Horse Gate, and work hard to pick the firewood road. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

19, the dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and it will take three breaks in a few miles. See the disciples in the circle, and the forest hills are hidden. Whispering rain, flowing stones. Quiet words in the deep stream, whistling high in the mountains.

2. Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of Zigui. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields.

21. my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home. Poems describing rural scenery.

22, the mountains are cold and blue now, autumn waters are gurgling. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Summer value meets Yu drunk, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.

23. When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.

24. Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Poems describing rural scenery. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring vein. Returning to Yan knows the old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar. When you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and you will travel far away.

25, the screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is clear between the wells. The shepherd boy looks to the village, and the hound returns with the people. What's the matter with the quiet? Jingfei takes the day off.

27. in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane. And a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy. There are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, hail one another familiarly. No wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.

28. The children in the village are the masters of the country. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade.

29, wooden shuttlecock field home, the city is divided into yin and ye. Slip through the canal and walk in jasper, while the beds lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep water is burned by musk deer. When the setting sun disappears, the chickens flock together.

3. Peel and peck at the cottage, and you will slap the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tiles break the fish scales. Red grains are used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay. Sleeping in bed makes a cold dog bitter.

31. Autumn is good, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool. Under the leisurely Xilin, I know the mountain in front of the door. Thousands of miles across the sky, several peaks emerge from the clouds.

32. Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring vein. Returning to Yan knows the old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar. When you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and you will travel far away.

33. There are few people in the wild, and there are few wheels in the poor lane. The day is still chai men closed, the pure heart to cut off vulgar thinking. When the complex market music, pulling weeds * * *. Meet not to talk about the worldly affairs, only say the garden sang ma grows. My Tian sang ma is growing taller and higher, and my land of cultivation is expanding day by day. Often worry about the frost suddenly, the crops wither like the bush.

34. It's beautiful when the sun is late, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. The swallows are busy building their nests in wet mud, and sleeping in pairs in warm sand.

35. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you have an appointment, you will knock on the chess pieces and lanterns after midnight.

36. There are two or three quiet families in the deep river, and the red flowers reflect the white flowers. I have a place to repay the pleasure of the spring, the hotel Joan can take my time.

37. The mountains and plains are covered with greenery, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields.

38. Don't laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.

39. The drizzle on the eaves of the thatched cottage is wet with smoke, and the river road is cold and snowy. I don't love "xianggong" Jin Luoma, but envy his long white-covered boat.

4, open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou lives. At present, there are waves in Nanjian, but it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short beard, and the waist flute is full of smoke. Don't ask the people by the water, ride an ox along the mountain.

41. The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, but the tourists are few, and the smoke in the former mountains leads to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return alone.

42. in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane. And a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy. There are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, hail one another familiarly. No wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.

43. It's sunny and Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean. Guomen is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Bai shui Ming Tian wai After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out the family's family.

44. The mud mirror of the newly-built farm is flat, so every family can take advantage of the frost to clear up. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.

45. I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles. Rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks. Down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.

46. Yan Yan went down to Qiutang, and Tian Jia was busy since then. Move the vegetables to the distant water, and collect the fruits to be frosted. The wild pheasant is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes the fragrant tea. There is wine when guests come, and they stay in the Maotang.

47. Traveling in Shanxi Village, you don't laugh at the farmhouse's wine and wine, and you will keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. The days of blowing Xiao and playing the drums were close, and the villagers were still dressed in a simple fashion. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I must use a walking stick to knock at your door at any time.

48. my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.

49. The children of the village are the masters of the country. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade.

5. Peel and peck at the cottage, and you will slap the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tiles break the fish scales. Red grains are used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay. Sleeping in bed makes a cold dog bitter. A beautiful poem describing the rural scenery

1. Traveling in Shanxi village, traveling in the land, laughing at the farmhouse, and staying in the good harvest. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. The days of blowing Xiao and playing the drums were close, and the villagers were still dressed in a simple fashion. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I must use a walking stick to knock at your door at any time.

2. my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.

3. The children in the village are the masters. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade.

4. Thick flowers are afraid of the riverside, and walking is dangerous and afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and do not have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.

5. Looking to the east, few cities are full of smoke, and the high-rise buildings with flowers are even more pitiful. Who can bring me to drink, call for beauty, singing, laughing, dancing, and Yusheng?

6. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.

7. preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, we watch the green trees that circle your village, you entertain me at your farm, we open your window over garden and field, and the pale blue of outlying mountains, wait till the Mountain Holiday, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands and I am coming again in chrysanthemum time

8. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Summer value meets Yu drunk, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.

9. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you have an appointment, you will knock on the chess pieces and lanterns after midnight.

1. In front of the Yellow Teacher Tower, the river is in the east, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. Peach blossoms bloom without owners, lovely deep red loves light red.

11. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. Sentimentally attached attached to the fragrance of flowers butterfly in the dance, freedom in the soft and soft warbler is just happy to sing.

12, the chicken sings three times, and the rice bowl and tea bottle are arranged. The lover is still afraid of urging early ploughing, so he pulls the awning window to see Xiaoxing.

13. The captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pool misses the old source. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside. Around the house is about ten acres of land, and the thatched cottage of the thatched cottage. The elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin and in front of Taoli Luotang.

14. Jia Yi was exiled for three years in Wan Li, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

15. The river is annoyed by flowers, and there is nowhere to tell but madness. When he came to the south to find a lover of drinking, he went out drinking ten days ago.

16. There are two or three quiet families in the deep river, and the red flowers reflect the white flowers. I have a place to repay the pleasure of the spring, the hotel Joan can take my time.

17, open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou lives. At present, there are waves in Nanjian, but it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short beard, and the waist flute is full of smoke. Don't ask the people by the water, ride an ox along the mountain.

18. there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the setting sun came into deep forest, and the landscape was pleasant on the moss.

19. after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.

2. The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the head of the tree are not shaded. Children hurried after Huang Die, flying into the flowers and nowhere to be found.

21. The wooden rafters leave home, and the city is divided into yin and ye. Slip through the canal and walk in jasper, while the beds lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep water is burned by musk deer. When the setting sun disappears, the chickens flock together.

22. hibiscus flowers with sawdust and red calyx in the mountains. There are no people in the stream, and they have started to fall.

23, the screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is clear between the wells. The shepherd boy looks to the village, and the hound returns with the people. What's the matter with the quiet? Jingfei takes the day off.

24. The mountains are green and the mountains are white and full of rivers, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields.

25. The drizzle on the eaves of the thatched cottage is wet with smoke, and the river road is cold and snowy. I don't love "xianggong" Jin Luoma, but envy his long white-covered boat.

26. Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

27, don't laugh at the peasant's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.

28. The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and there is a rustling rain. For the ancient road flooded by Lin, it is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested, several households in the isolated village will cook. Turbulence spreads through the nursery, and rotten leaves write autumn branches. The new firewood is wet at dusk, and the old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums bloomed in Dongli.

29. the limpid river, past its bushes, running slowly as my chariot. Becomes a fellow voyager, returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry, autumn sunset floods the peaks. Far away, beside Mount Song, I shall close my door and be at peace.

3. Autumn is good, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool. Under the leisurely Xilin, I know the mountain in front of the door. Thousands of miles across the sky, several peaks emerge from the clouds.

31. When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.

32. its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared. The central peak divides the south - west, and the mountain valleys are varied. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?

33. Look at the Golden Horse Gate, and work hard to pick the firewood road. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

34, the dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and it will rest for three miles. See the disciples in the circle, and the forest hills are hidden. Whispering rain, flowing stones. Quiet words in the deep stream, whistling high in the mountains.

35. Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of Zigui. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields.

36. The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, but the tourists are few, and the smoke in the former mountains leads to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return alone.

37. Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring vein. Returning to Yan knows the old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar. When you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and you will travel far away.

38. in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane. And a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy. There are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, hail one another familiarly. No wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.

39. It's sunny and Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean. Guomen is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Bai shui Ming Tian wai After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out the family's family.

4. The mud mirror of the newly-built farm is flat, so every family can take advantage of the frost to clear up. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.

41. I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles. Rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks. Down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.

42. Yan Yan went down to Qiutang, and Tian Jia was busy since then. Move the vegetables to the distant water, and collect the fruits to be frosted. The wild pheasant is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes the fragrant tea. There is wine when guests come, and they stay in the Maotang.

43, the field is scarce, and there are few people in the poor lane. The day is still chai men closed, the pure heart to cut off vulgar thinking. When the complex market music, pulling weeds * * *. Meet not to talk about the worldly affairs, only say the garden sang ma grows. My Tian sang ma is growing taller and higher, and my land of cultivation is expanding day by day. Often worry about the frost suddenly, the crops wither like the bush.

44. Peel and peck at the cottage, and you will slap the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tiles break the fish scales. Red grains are used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay. Sleeping in bed makes a cold dog bitter.

45. I'm not willing to die if I love flowers, but I'm afraid I'll spend all my years urging them. Many branches are easy to fall one after another, and the young leaves are discussed carefully.

46. It's beautiful when the sun is late, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. The swallows are busy building their nests in wet mud, and sleeping in pairs in warm sand. Poems describing rural scenery

1. my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.

2. In the mountains are cold and blue now, autumn waters are gurgling every day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Summer value meets Yu drunk, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.

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