Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village;
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.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Quatrains:
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village
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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
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.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan
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.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and the mountain villages bloom everywhere in spring. Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget. However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.
Lover-Sun Guangxian
Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.
Partridge Sky-Su Shi
The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
Rural scenery-Chen
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.
"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You
It's drizzling and wet in Mao Yan, and the road by the river is cold and snowy. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.
Hut-land tour
Peeling and pecking at the hut, ya forked and hit the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.
Hut-Xu Hun
Yanyan got off the autumn pond, and the family became busy from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them. The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.
Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.
Open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou will live. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.
2. Meng Haoran, an ancient poem describing the countryside, prepares chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm, and we look at the green trees around your village and the light blue of the surrounding mountains. Have a banquet and talk about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. I'll come back when I'm on holiday in the mountains and in the chrysanthemum season. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in mountains and rivers and fragrant in spring flowers and plants. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the sand. Du Fu's Jueju is composed of two orioles singing green willows and a line. Wan Li ship moored at the gate of Wu Dong. [Song] Lu Youxiao laughed at the farmers for muddy wine, and raised 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. "Rain Over the Mountain Village"-Wang Jian's rain cries once or twice, and Zhuxi Village's road is inclined. The woman and aunt called a silkworm bath to see gardenias in the atrium. "Message from Wangchuan's Other Business"-Wang Weishan is cold and blue, and autumn water flows to my hut door all day long, leaning on my staff. The smoke from midnight snack wafted from the house. Oh, when can I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . Qingpingle. Village-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green streams. When he is drunk, Wu Yin and Xiang Mei are very good, and when he is white-haired, he is very proud. When I was older, I was knitting chicken coops, and I liked children playing hooligans best. He was lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers. Walking down the Zhongnanshan Mountain, I went to Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl in Hu Si, and walked down the Blue Mountain in the evening. Moonlight was my escort on my way home. Looking back, I saw my way. The green vines there entangled my clothes, and I was glad to have a chance to rest, chat with wine and wave. We sing to the tune of the pine wind; When the stars set, we finished our song, I was drunk, my friend was very happy, and Tao Ran forgot the machine. The four seasons are idyllic and interesting —— The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda —— Ma Pingchuan, where every household is threshing rice, and first frost is sunny. Laughter rang like thunder, and flail rang all night. April in the countryside-Weng Juan is full of green and disciplined voices. Silkworm and mulberry are planted in the field. New cool-Ji Xu is full of water, rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the trees, and the smoke from cooking is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and crying in the shadows. Five wonders of the mountain village-Su Shi Zhuli Caotang is surrounded by mountains and waters, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village in spring. Safe, lonely smoke from people. It's misty and rainy, and the chickens and dogs are restless, so there can be no peace. In the last March, there was no salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Won the child's good pronunciation, which is not comparable to that in the city for a year and a half. I am ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, and you are sad that the harvest is over. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall. You can consider traveling less in life. "Prodigal Son"-Sun Guangxian Maoshe Park Creek Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. Leaves grow and water grows. A small pond full of cicadas and hay. When you turn over, you can always see a blank bird. The water is red and fragrant. Outside the village house, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained last night, and it was cool. "Village Scene"-Chen blows the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qing Xiao holds the pole to watch the geese. Silkworms go upstairs, and there are fewer mulberry leaves and more rice seedlings at the watering cart. "Boats with white bamboo awnings" admired his white awning boat. Two Confessions of the Global Village Entering the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Raft Going Out of the Wild and the City's Yin and Ye Fen. Slide across the canal, stroll in Jasper, and grow crops in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is dyed with tobacco fat, and musk deer is burned in deep water. When the sunset disappeared, the chickens gathered together. The "village house" Tian family has been busy since then. If the vegetables are moved far away from the water, the fruit will be frosted. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come and have wine, stay in Maotang. "The mountain village is Xiao Si"-open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighbor Weng Shuitou lives. Today, it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy is wearing a short cup. Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Xia Zhijie is drunk, five willows sing wild poems? . Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo. I play the pipa and hum a song. The voice is too light, and no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, and the weather in late autumn came. Moonlight in its groves of pine, Qingquan Rock upper class. The sound of bamboo returns to the Huan girl, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. If you want to rest in spring, the prince and grandson can stay. If you go to Songshan to make Qingchuan grow thin, your horses and chariots will be idle. If the water is intentional, the yellow bird will come back ... The autumn sunset inundates the distant peaks. Next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Its huge height is close to the paradise city, connecting a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. Clouds, when I look back, behind me, the mist, when I enter them, are all gone. A central peak separates the wilderness. In Zhong Nanshan, all the valleys. If you want to leave someone behind, ask the woodcutter on the other side. It's good to leave home in the middle of the year, and it's better to be alone in the south. It is better to succeed than to know yourself. When you get to a poor place, just sit and watch Yun Qi. It's time for duty. From the passage of a green stream around the mountain for 10,000 times, in less than 30 miles, the rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but where the light dimmed in the dense pine trees, the surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns and weeds flourished along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been pure, and so has Qingchuan. Please stay on the rock and the fishing will be over. In Weichuan, Tianjia obliquely lights up the city, and cattle and sheep return to poor lanes. The wild old man misses the shepherd boy and leans on his cane to wait for Fei Jing. Wheat seedlings are beautiful, silkworms sleep on mulberry leaves. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . New Green Leaves (overnight) Looking at the new green leaves, Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The national gate is near the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary. Baishui is in the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, there were no idle people in the farming month. Home is in the south. Huanghuachuan dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and stops for several miles. I will see the disciples in the circle, and I will see the forest hills. It will rain softly and whisper. Green trees are as gloomy as floating trees. I used to be tired of obscurity, but I was worried about broadmindedness. Brother Cui Puyang has a good autumn scenery in front of the mountain, and the scenery in Kuangjun Pool is idle. Thousands of miles know the mountain in front of the door, and several peaks show clouds. I craggy to the state of Qin, the rain is slanting, and the evening birds are still there. So I am still alive today, and I sigh with shame. Reflect on me from the moss, Xiao Chun and Meng Haoran. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. In the birdsong stream, Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds jump in the spring stream. In the bamboo pavilion, Wang Wei leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest. I played the lute and hummed a song that was too light for anyone to hear. The moon came to take pictures. Meng Haoran stayed in Jiande River and boated in Yanzhu, worrying about new things at dusk. How clear the moon is on the water! . In the mountains, Wang Wei came out of the white stone in the west of Beijing, with thin red leaves. On the mountain road, there is no rain, and the air is green and humid. Wang Wei in the mountains, empty mountains after the rain, autumn colors at dusk, moonlight in the pine forest, glittering stones in the stream, whispers of a washerwoman coming home among the bamboos, lotus leaves in front of a fishing boat, and going to Qiu Lai in spring, which has nothing to do with Wang Sun.
3. Meng Haoran, an ancient poem describing the countryside, "Passing the Old Village", prepared chicken rice for me, old friend, and you entertained me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in mountains and rivers and fragrant in spring flowers and plants.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Du Fu's quatrains: Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets soar into the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships [Song] Lu You doesn't laugh at the muddy wine of the peasant family, but raises enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. Rain over the mountain village-one or two chickens crow in Wang Jian's rain, and the roads and bridges in Zhuxi Village are inclined.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water has been flowing all day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . Qingpingle village residence-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green grass on the stream.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Walking down Zhongnanshan to Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl in Hu Si, and walking down the blue mountain in the evening, moonlight is my way home. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.
When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.
I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda is flat, and every household grows rice while first frost.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. April in the countryside-Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and the sound of Zigui is drizzling like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. "New Cool"-Ji Xu's water is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low.
Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows. Five wonders of mountain villages-Su Shi's bamboo fence hut uses the oblique flow of spring scenery in mountain villages to spend flowers everywhere.
Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.
However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.
Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.
Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.
You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life. Romantic son--Sun Guangxian Maoshe Jinli Opera.
Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green.
Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.
Partridge sky-Su Shilin has broken mountains and hidden walls, cicada grass withers and small ponds. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.
Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
Village scenery-Chen blew the trumpet at dusk to smell ghosts and supported the pole to see the geese. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.
"Boats covered with white bamboo awnings are occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play by the village" —— Under the thatched eaves of Lu You, it is drizzling and wet, and the river is Leng Xue. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.
Two Confessions of Tucun's Entry into the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Going Out of the Field and Dividing Yin and Ye with the City. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun.
Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.
"Caotang"-Lu You peeled and pecked at the Caotang, and elegant fork master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale.
Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.
"Caotang"-Xu Hun Yanyan went to the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them.
The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.
Xiao Si, a mountain village-Yushuimen stores grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou lives. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night.
The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.
Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to the news of Pei Di, the autumn water is gurgling. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .
In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
4. The poem describing the countryside must be Wang Wei's Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. The sun enters a forest and shines on me from the green moss. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: hibiscus flowers are at the bottom of the wood, and red calyx is in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, all flowers bloom and fall. Wang Wei birdsong creek: people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The birds are startled when the moon rises, and the spring streams are singing. Meng. And the pale blue of the distant mountains, we open your window overlooking the garden, holding a teacup to talk about mulberry and hemp, and I will come back when Shan Ye is on holiday and chrysanthemum season. Miscellaneous Notes on the Four Seasons in Fan Chengda (1): Plum is golden and apricot is fat, wheat is white and cauliflower is rare. No one crossed the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies were flying. Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on the Four Seasons (II): Farming during the day, the children in the village are in charge. Children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave.
5. Ancient poems about rural scenery 1, "Two Poems" Tang Du Fu has beautiful mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in spring.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2, "Bamboo House" Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo forest, I am playing the piano, I am humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3, "Passing through the Old Village" Tang Menghao prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you hosted me on your 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. 4, "Wangchuan don't leave for Pei Di" Tang Wangshan is cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . 5, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming loves Lao Lin and misses Lao Lin.
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. 6, "Pastoral Talk" Tang Li Bai Jiayi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.
How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7, "Chai Lu" Don Wangweikong There seems to be no one on the mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. 8. "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain.
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. 9. "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat white cauliflower is sparse.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
6. Poems describing rural scenery Ten poems describing rural scenery are: 1. The farmer's farm in Weishui described by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty: the setting sun shines on the ruins, and the narrow path returns.
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! .
Everywhere in the village is shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning 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. 2. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral Works" Original: The house is full of spring singing, and apricot flowers are white at the entrance of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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. Spring has come, there is a cuckoo singing on the house, and a large area of apricot flowers near the village is white.
Holding an axe to sort out the long branches of mulberry trees, carrying a hoe to see the source vein of spring water. When the swallow returns in spring, it seems to know its lair, and the old owner in the house is looking through the New Year calendar.
The toast stopped again, and people who want to leave home to be guests can't help but be disappointed. 3. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village in Tang Dynasty Original: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your 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. 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. 4. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "My Seclusion in Zhongnanshan" Original: My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
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. Middle-aged and good-hearted, he moved to the foot of Nanshan in his 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. 5. Eastern Jin Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden (Part II)" Original: Nanshan planted beans, 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 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. When beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan Mountain, the result is 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. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountains" Original: After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn 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. The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the 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. 7, the Southern Song Dynasty Lu You "Tour Shanxi Village" Original: Xiao Mo peasant wine muddy, good years to leave enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. There are many dishes for guests to enjoy on Fengshou Island.
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me. The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs.
In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane. 8. Weng Juan's April in the Country in the Southern Song Dynasty Original: There are white rivers all over the mountains, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. The fields on the hillside 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. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
9. Lei Zhen's "Village Night" in the Southern Song Dynasty: The grass by the pool is full of water and vicious, and the mountain title is soaked in the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
The pond is covered with green grass, and the water in the pond almost overflows the bank. Castle peak in the distance, with scarlet sunset glow in its mouth, reflects the shadow in the water together, shining with waves.
The little shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow and went home slowly; Holding a piccolo, playing casually, without a fixed voice. 10, Qing Gaoding's "Village Residence" Original: The grass grows in February, and the willow is drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around.
Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke.
Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.
7. There are many ancient poems about the countryside, and the most impressive one is Tao Jin's Yuanming: under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can leisurely see the famous poems of Nanshan through the ages.
The whole poem is as follows: building a house is human, but 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. Now, we are beginning to realize the damage of environmental pollution to human environment, and under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, this pastoral scenery is exactly what we are pursuing today.
In addition: Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your 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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. The pastoral scenery is vividly written, as if it were there.
There are also pastoral poems written by some poets: prepare chicken and rice for me, and my old friends and you will entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
"Passing the Old Village"-Meng Haoran cries once or twice in the rain, and the road in Zhuxi Village is inclined. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Rain in the mountain village-Wang Jian gives another example: Xin Qiji's: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest.
Listen to the frogs. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
It is even more immersive.
8. Wang Wei and Meng Haoran's rural poems 10, such as Poem Flute for Pei, Pastoral in Spring, Yewang in Xinyang, Peasant in Weishui, Tianjia, Pastoral Tales of Shang Qi and Pastoral Music, depict ordinary and beautiful everyday rural scenery. In the countryside under the setting sun, cattle and sheep go home along the path. An old man in rags closes the thatched door and leans on a crutch, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy. Where are the roaring pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves, and farmers returning with hoes greeted each other cordially, expressing their love for leisure and life with these poems. In other words, they advocate leisure and lament decline. This poem describes the leisure of the Tian family. The poet faces the sunset, night falls, and the contented Tian family returns to the scenery late. The first four sentences are about the family's leisure in the sunset. The fifth and sixth sentences are about agriculture. The seventh and eighth sentences are about farmers' leisure. The last two sentences are envious because of leisure. The whole poem describes the dusk scenery of villages in the early summer of Weihe River basin in a simple way, which is fresh, natural and poetic. The village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset everywhere, and cattle and sheep return along the deep alley. Old man, I can't help singing "Decline" in disappointment. Pigeons sing on the house in spring. The apricot flowers on the edge of the village are white. I am cutting the spring pulse with an axe. I'm going back to the nest (making a new one) to get to know the old one (making an old one). Old (new) people look at the new calendar. I suddenly don't want to resist. I am disappointed to travel (alone) with a hoe to see the road in spring. The swallow flew back last year, as if he knew its lair. The old owner of the house is leafing through the New Year calendar. He raised his glass to drink, and then stopped. He can't help feeling disappointed at the thought of people who are away from home. Meng Haoran's pastoral poems are few in number, but full of life flavor, such as Passing by the Old People's Village and Wandering and Thinking Back, followed by Wang Baiyun. They all left an unforgettable impression on people. After visiting an old friend's village, chicken and rice were prepared for me. Old friend, you entertained me on your farm. We watched the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. We opened your window and crossed the garden and fields, holding our cups to talk about the holidays when Sang and Ma waited for the mountains. I came back at chrysanthemum time. This poem is an idyllic poem, which describes the quiet and leisurely life scene of farmers and the friendship of old friends. Poetry is written from "invitation" to "hope" and then to "appointment". The artistic conception is fresh and meaningful My old friend prepared yellow rice roast chicken and invited me to visit his simple Tianjia. The village is surrounded by a circle of green trees and the suburbs are covered with green hills. When I opened the window, I faced the fields and gardens, drinking wine and talking about farming, mulberry and horses. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September to taste chrysanthemum wine! Meng Haoran went out of the valley at noon and went back to see the mountain road, only to see cattle and sheep. The woodcutter is dark and the grass is cold. The door was still open and he stood there looking at his husband. Poetry: The poet traveled with his friend Wang Jiong, only to find that he had lost his companion when he came back, showing the feelings of waiting and expectation, laying the groundwork for wandering around and being lost. When you look back, all you see is cattle and sheep, which means you don't see Wang Jiong, but you already have a feeling of hope. Necklace couplets write the twilight, but the shadow of people is gone, and the loss of insects is a metaphor for the loss of mood. Tailian feels the scenic environment through the accidental loss of his companion, and shoots the scenery with a unique mood. The expression is natural and the scene follows the situation.