Poems describing the tranquility of rural summer nights

1. Poems about the tranquility and harmony of summer nights

2. Poems about rural tranquility

Poetry 1 on the tranquility and harmony of summer nights. A sentence describing the tranquility of a summer night.

The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight. A fireball-like sun hung in the blue sky in July, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. Willow leaves roll, flowers and grass bow their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is boiling hot, and dragonflies fly around the lake in a low voice. This is good news, it's going to rain! The evening breeze in early summer, with the delicate fragrance of jujube flowers and Chinese rose flowers, floated into this simple and comfortable living room.

One night in summer, the stars were shining in the sky, and a cool breeze dispersed the residual heat during the day, and the earth was silent. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious! Zanxia is undeniable. Spring is colorful, autumn is golden everywhere, and winter is covered with silver, which really makes people fall. However, summer also has its own gorgeous costumes.

Which corner of summer is not full of green that symbolizes life? When you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see green Yuan Ye everywhere. Dark green mountains are like huge waves on the ocean, connected by waves, extending to distant places and connected with the gray-blue sky. The whole earth has become a huge carpet stretching around, lush and full of vitality. In summer, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky like a big fireball.

It stung us hard to open our eyes. On the way, the asphalt was softened by the sun.

A heat wave hit the face and made people breathless. On the big trees on both sides of the road, cicadas kept barking, as if to say, it's hot, it's hot.

The flowers bowed their heads and the grass bent down, all looking listless. Where are the children? Hiding in the swimming pool one by one

Look at the children in the swimming pool next to you. They are so dense that only their small heads are exposed. The inevitable heat in hot summer is really a headache, whether you are walking on the road under the scorching sun or have entered the shadow of trees and houses; Whether in the morning or at night, the heat of that summer is always with you, haunting you, which is really annoying.

A square on a summer night, the weather finally cooled down, and people went to the square for a walk in unison. There were a lot of people there, men, women and children. The colorful lights in the square lit up for a while, making the square bright. A gust of wind is blowing, so cool! Everyone is chatting in the square. Old people sit under the tree and fan their fans leisurely. Some people are singing, some are walking and chatting, and some are dancing. Everyone had a good time in the square.

Summer Rain In the summer afternoon, I sat at the window doing my homework, and looked up and saw dark clouds and a gray sky. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly, sand and stones flew and branches were scattered all over the floor.

After a while, it began to rain. At first, raindrops were like a string of pearls. In a blink of an eye, they turned into a downpour, and soon the sky was covered with endless rain curtains.

Streets, roofs and corridors have become a world of rain. Raindrops hit the window, not with a splash, but with a splash; When I fell on my body, I felt like a rubber, which hurt and itched.

The sun in summer is no longer so fierce, but it has restrained its willfulness, so the moon gradually appears on the horizon. The yellowish full moon appears and disappears. It is small and light, like a pie that is about to fall.

The sun picked up its afterglow and slowly disappeared under the distant Woods. The cloud on the horizon was dyed orange, so dazzling, but as the sun went down, it gradually became shallower and shallower until it disappeared completely. Thunderstorms in summer gradually turned gloomy, and gray clouds covered the sky, driving the sun father-in-law home, and the sky suddenly became lifeless.

In a short time, the wind roared on the face, shaking the branches and leaves of trees, shouting like people cheering for athletes on the field, and churning like the raging waves of the sea. After a while, showers fell from the sky, like raindrops the size of beans.

After a while, it rained harder, and Uncle Lei and Uncle Lightning joined in. Lightning and thunder are really thunderstorms in summer.

In the distance, rolling dull thunder, like guns coming from a distant battlefield. And lightning, like a red snake on fire, flies over the sky again and again, illuminating the dark sky.

Just after the song of summer night came out of the building, a cool breeze brushed everyone's faces, and I vaguely heard cicadas calling "summer" on the willow tree by the pond. Frogs are singing "songs" on water lily leaves in the water.

Are they having a fearless argument for the selection of The King of Songs? The bright moonlight fills the earth and brightens everyone's heart. June and July days after a thunderstorm, like a doll's face, change as you say. Just now, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and it was going to be overcast and thunderous, followed by a downpour.

Although it is raining, the misty rain and fog add many charming colors to the mountains. The rain washed away the intense heat of the past few days and brought freshness and new green to the fields.

Fog and rain cages cover the mountains, and milky white clouds are floating around the mountainside, dancing like fairies ... What a splash-ink landscape painting! Walking here, there is quite a feeling of "people traveling in the illustrated world". In early summer, poplar trees by the roadside, endless vines in the fields … In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom: red.

2. Poems about sleeping at night

Du Fu left the courtyard for the night, the flowers fell in the shadows, the palace was dark, the birds were singing, the windows in the sky were bright, and the nine Yuntai shone under the moon. When the golden lock turned, the jade was lost because of the wind, so I wrote a letter tomorrow morning, asked what time it was, stayed in longxing temple for the night, and forgot to go back to the ancient hall of Song Qing. The beaded system of the abbot of the Ming Dynasty is a monk's dress, which is bright and clean in the daytime. The metaphor of violets is endless. Birds fly everywhere, stopping at yunmen temple Pavilion, Sun Yuxiang Pavilion, Dongshan, fireworks such as chandeliers, roller blinds, autumn painted walls of the five lakes and screen windows of Yu Hongyan.

Nymphs hurry. Chai Men Jr. painted the ancient city of Jidong.

There are many storms. Huashan Cloud can't reach the balcony dream.

[Wang Gai] The brook doesn't meet the Taohuayuan Cave. Luoyang city is less than Wuyishan peak.

The old man slept like a log.

3. Sentence describing "beautiful scenery on a quiet summer night"

1, the street is like 1, a smooth river, winding in the dense shadows of trees, only those leaves rustle because of the wind and rain, as if remembering the excitement and busyness of the day.

2. Summer nights are always so charming. It was a Friday. On Friday night, I was on the rooftop, looking up at the sky, counting the stars and dreaming, but in the corner, the star was black and small, as if it were my incarnation. I flash once, others will rob me, frame me, and make me darker and darker. How I wish a meteor shower would come and let its light fall on me. I looked up at the dark stars and the bright moon. Gradually, I closed my sleepy eyes, retired and disappeared into the sky. But before I retire, I want to say to myself, "We all have three suns".

The street lamp is on, and the bright snowflakes are flashing in the light and shadow, like groups of white moths.

4. At dusk, the sunset has the last afterglow, creating eternal beauty, staying in the memory of people who come back from afar and forming eternal beautiful memories.

It's quiet at night, and everything on the earth falls asleep.

6. The sky is like a washed blue-black coarse cloth, and the stars seem to be shining with broken gold scattered on this coarse cloth.

7. You can sit on the playground alone, listen to the sound of basketball touching the ground, look at the starry night sky, and be in a daze quietly, dreaming that the stars in the sky will become the constellation of yourself; Leaning against the lemon tree, I smelled the fragrance of the blue flowers quietly blooming beside me; Facing the wind, breathing fresh air that has never been seen before; Look at the kitten playing among the flowers. To dream, to discover those little-known secrets.

8. Occasionally, a diving broke the silence of the river night, and then fell into boundless silence.

9. Twilight, like a big gray net, falls quietly and covers the whole earth.

10, at dusk, the sunset has its last afterglow, creating eternal beauty, leaving it in the memories of people returning from afar and forming eternal beautiful memories.

1 1. The moonlight shines on the microwave-sparkling sea, and the reflection of the stone is reflected on the sea. The stars blinked their happy eyes.

12, the moonlight shines on the microwave-sparkling sea, and the reflection of the stone is reflected on the sea. The stars blinked their happy eyes.

13. The moon at night is a veiled beauty, bright and elegant, standing on the path as if covered with a layer of silver gauze. The dark sky is so deep that people are afraid. Is it really more beautiful than the legendary Chang 'e? I don't know, but the meteor knows.

14, the falling moon is still wandering desperately on the edge of the dark forest. The river is silvery from time to time, and there is no wind. However, the treetops swayed slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the avenue cast long and unpredictable shadows. The fountain spits water and makes a wonderful rustling sound in the silent night.

15, twilight, like a big gray net, quietly falls, covering the whole earth.

4. Poems about sleeping at night

Watch the vigil in the left courtyard of Du Fu.

The flowers are dark, the birds are singing, the sky is bright, the windows are bright and the clouds are bright.

While I was waiting for the golden lock to turn, Miss Yu Ke, I had a petition to submit in the morning. Because of the wind, I kept asking what time it was all night.

Stay in longxing temple and never dive.

Xiangsha forgot the night and returned to Songqing Ancient Temple. The abbot embroidered the monk's clothes with beads.

During the day, the mind is clear, violets are endless metaphors, and birds fly everywhere.

Check into yunmen temple Pavilion.

Fireworks in Dongshan, Ge Xiang are like a lamp hanging outside. At night, the curtain is rolled up, and the autumn colors are everywhere.

Yu Hongyan's screens on painted walls are more suspicious of bullfighting and dream white clouds.

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Fame and fame are redundant. Nymphs hurry. Chai Men Jr. painted the ancient city of Jidong. There are many storms. Huashan Cloud can't reach the balcony dream. [Wang Gai] The brook doesn't meet the Taohuayuan Cave. Luoyang city is less than Wuyishan peak. The old man slept like a log.

5. Poems about beautiful summer nights

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"

The beauty of spring is full of candles, and the summer is clear. -Southern Liang, Wang, Confucian monks ""

When the water is in the pool in summer, the trees return early —— Tang Shenquan's strange summer night in the province.

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. -Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. -Don Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu to the County"

Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. -Don Wei Jia's Xia Meng.

Summer begins in semi-Yin Qi, and suddenly it is cloudy autumn. -Tang Hanyu's "Send Master Liu"

The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "You Kaiyuan Jing She"

Rock slides and flowers are as clear as rain, and forest leaves hinder day and summer. -Tang Fanggan's "On the Top of a Hong Yu"

Poems about rural tranquility 1. What poems describe the quiet and simple life of the countryside?

1, verse: Don't laugh at the peasant's muddy wine, leave enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

From: Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village in Song Dynasty

Interpretation: Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed by the farmhouse in the twelfth lunar month. The harvest year is very bumper.

2. Poetry: The mountains and plains are all green, and the rules sound like rain.

Said by: April Day by Weng Juan in Song Dynasty.

Interpretation: The hillside fields are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving.

3. Poetry: In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and only silkworms were planted in the fields.

Said by: April Day by Weng Juan in Song Dynasty.

Interpretation: April has arrived and no one is idle. As soon as sericulture is finished, the seedlings will be transplanted.

4, verse: rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ringing car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers.

Said by: Su Shi in Song Dynasty, Huanxisha, rustling clothes, towel and jujube flowers.

Interpretation: jujube flowers fall on the skirt. On the south and north sides of the village, there was the sound of reeling cars. Under the ancient willow tree, a farmer in a cow coat was selling cucumbers.

5, verse: water around the field bamboo around the fence, money full of flowers.

From: Village Residence by Zhang Shunmin in Song Dynasty.

Interpretation: flowing water surrounds paddy fields, and bamboos are planted outside fences; The elm money has run out, and the hibiscus flowers are thin.

2. Sentences describing the quiet and simple life of farmers in rural areas in ancient poems

In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the folk song silkworm was born in March, and the spring mulberry was full of green.

Daughter picks spring mulberry, and the song is blown as spring music. Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains.

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.

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. 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. Returning to the garden, Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the grass was full of bean seedlings.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes; It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Farmers crossing the mountain, people crossing the spring in Banqiao, Tanggu, are singing at noon. Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.

In the Tang Dynasty, Shen Li plowed the fields at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Cut rice to get empty clouds and water, plain to Shimen. The cold wind scattered trees, and the rising sun scattered chickens and dolphins.

At the beginning of the wild cry, I heard the sound of war, and the woodcutter Song slightly left the village. Homeless, seeking news, being a guest.

When the new rice in Ximingsi Valley was planted in the Tang Dynasty and laughed at the south of the Yangtze River, it began to rain after the cicada sang. The lotus pond is small and the algae well is thin.

The land is born with the golden elephant world, and its roots are still in the paddy field. There are still three Wu Si, which reminds you of fishing in LA.

The official searched everywhere to make up the water in the rice boundary and returned it to Dajiang North, Dongtun, Du Fu and Tang Dynasty, which went smoothly. There are many green rice in June, and thousands of beds are in chaos.

Transplanting is suitable for the cloud, and water should be diverted for irrigation. If more servants go to Fangtang, the canal will be broken.

Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought in the infiltration. The Lord kept asking his courtiers, and he clearly saw his companions in the stream.

Sandy Jiong Cui Yu gave birth to Han Yin. Gulls come to the mirror and look at the mountains and clouds.

Autumn turns black rice, and fine chisel spreads white charm. Jade grains are cooked in the morning and red and fresh.

Finally, I added travel food and made a spectacular suffering period. There are many ears left, and my warehouse is full of vines.

When the east wind came, the farmer's father, Rusher Tang Qiu, had gone up the mountain in Green Lake. Spring is early on the lake, and the family is not idle.

In ditches and running water, between flat land and weeds. After dinner at night, I let the cows go and closed the door when I came back.

Yan, a farmer in the Tang Dynasty, took advantage of Xiao Geng in the middle of the night, and the cattle gradually could not walk. When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

The farmer looked at sunny Tang Yongyu in Qin to taste the west wind and rain, in order to ask the west wind to return sooner or later. White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.

Tang Zhangbi, the farmer's father, plowed the land? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness. Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.

In the early autumn, Su Tian lived in the Tang Dynasty, Cao weeds were sparse and bright, and the mountains and months were long and the maples were long. Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.

Tianjia was a matter of Guangxi in the early Tang Dynasty. The days of Pu Ye are longer, and the days of apricot flowers are longer. The old farmer depends on this, is it expensive?

When cows get up in the morning, they plow their winter wool with their hands. Earthworms are unearthed, and Heaven flies with me.

The crowd was noisy and hungry. My heart is full of compassion, and I care about these two sorrows.

Dial food and add things, and return to the basket at dusk. My relatives are closer, but my heart will never move.

Tianjia is a matter of Guangxi in the early Tang Dynasty. Sang Zhe dipped in the embankment and plowed in the fine scenery of the evening breeze. Gao Ji is still weaving silkworm eggs, and the next one is hungry.

Apricot goat cooked with cheese, wheat cold with floating ridge and low pheasant medium. Life and death are determined by fate, and things do not depend on the will of the emperor.

Cui Daorong in the Tang Dynasty plowed the fields in the middle of the night on rainy days. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.

Put flowers and plants together at the head of Yuxi Port in Liu Tang, Tian Ge, and swallows fly things. The horizon looks like a line, and the white water is uneven.

The peasant woman is wearing a white skirt and the peasant father is wearing a green coat. Singing the song in the middle together, standing like a bamboo branch.

But when you smell resentment, you can't distinguish slang. Whenever you laugh, you will laugh at each other.

Horizontal seedlings are barren, and fireworks are born in the market. Yellow dogs reciprocate, red chickens crow and peck.

Who is on the side of the road? This hoodie has long sleeves. Since the word collectors, teenagers from the emperor township.

Fu Tian's words count officials, and Junnong will know them. When I came to Chang 'an Road, my eyes were completely different.

The official made a speech with a smile. Chang 'an is really great. The door of the province is lofty and there is no degree of agriculture.

I came to fill the doorman yesterday, only using bamboo cloth. You see, in 2003, I will be an official.

Guancun people grazed Tianshan Mountain and Qian Qi Sixth Hospital in the Tang Dynasty, but it was unprofitable to go to the countryside to compete for business. The poor paid taxes to dig wells, and all the soil was dug.

Grain millet into the cold cloud, the mountain is half full. Qiu Lai has accumulated rain, and the first frost got it.

Nakata's party in Lebanon is an anti-empty village. Take care of those who have no self-cultivation, Wei Lu and He Wei are the same.

Shu chased Zhou Renyan and dared to bear Xie Shengnuo. The family was in charge of the Tang Dynasty, and Quan Deyu was lying idly on the couch, but suddenly he felt that the world was different.

Desert rice spends money on food, and violet leaves make Confucian clothes. During the tour, monks have lunch together, and fishermen go together or return at night.

After learning that Shang Ping got married, Zhu Yanxi forgot the machine in * * months. This is a question of going to the countryside. Don Wang Weiping lives on Qi's water, and there are no mountains to the east.

The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.

What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. Tianjia is a matter of Tang's former residence, which is related to him.

In front of firewood road, there is a ridge, and the home is opposite. The pleasure begins, and it is pleasant in the suburbs.

I still feel dizzy in the new autumn. Climb a tree at the foot of the mountain to rest and draw water to open a spring.

How tired are the crops and clouds? Mom sang is very busy today. Those who seek peace are rewarded, and even negotiate with the latent husband.

Why do chickens and millet need tools? My heart knows respect.

3. What are the ancient poems that reflect "quiet countryside and leisurely life"?

Passing through the village of the old man

Year: Tang Author Bai: Meng Haoran

An old friend has a chicken. Du Mi, you entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

We open your window in the garden and field, holding our cups in our hands, and talk about mulberry and hemp.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

2. April in the country

Year: Song Author:

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

3. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

Tilling during the day, numb at night,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

4. A farmhouse by the Weihe River

Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei

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 in it? The ears of wheat are full, and the leaves of silkworms are thin.

Farmers who came back with hoes on their shoulders greeted each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

5. Wild old songs

Year: Tang author:

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

Miao and Shu taxes are not allowed to be eaten, and the official warehouse should be 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.

4. Sentences about rural tranquility

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Looking around, in the sky washed clean by rain, there are a few white clouds floating, and a large rape flower in the distance is happily absorbing the gift given by the earth-rain. There are birds in the trees here, cows in the field in front, herders next to the cows, and farmhouses in the field on the left. Together, these scenes seem to be a huge rural picture.

The village where I live has clear ponds, towering mountains, lush forests and hardworking and simple people.

In summer, I came to a field full of shade!

There are even rice fields in the countryside where cattle work. Although this yellow cow is not as beautiful as the black-and-white cow in Dutch pasture, it is hardworking, just like the people in his hometown.

If you go out for a walk when the sun is about to set, you will definitely see people in the countryside eating dinner: some people sit on stone benches in the yard and some people set tables and chairs in their own yards to eat, having a good time. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze, the homing birds on the horizon and the people in the countryside have merged into a natural, harmonious and beautiful pastoral scenery.