1. Poems describing the pastoral scene

Poems describing the pastoral scene 1. Ten poems describing the pastoral scenery

Ten poems describing the pastoral scenery include : 1. The original text of "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

Translation: The village is covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandson who is grazing herds, and his stick and stick are waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house.

The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thin. The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other.

Why don’t I envy such comfort? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly. 2. The original text of "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village.

Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. Translation: When spring comes, a cuckoo is singing in the house, and the large apricot flowers blooming next to the village are snow-white.

Holding an ax to trim the long branches of the mulberry tree, picking up a hoe to inspect the source of the spring water. The swallow returning in spring seems to know its old nest, and the old owner in the house is looking at the New Year's calendar.

He raised his glass and was about to drink, but then stopped. Thinking of leaving his homeland to be a guest, he couldn't help but feel melancholy and regretful. 3. The original text of "Visiting an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty: An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.

Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city. Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops.

When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums. 4. The original text of "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.

Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.

I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Translation: In my middle age, I already had a good heart for Taoism. In my later years, I moved to the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Whenever the mood strikes, I roam alone, and only I know the pleasure and joy. Take a leisurely stroll to the end of the water, sit down and look up at the drifting white clouds.

Occasionally, I met an old man in the forest. He kept chatting and laughing and forgot about his return date. 5. The original text of "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty: Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wishes are true. Translation: Beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan, but the grass is lush and the bean seedlings are sparse.

Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to eradicate weeds. At dusk, under the moonlight, you go back with the hoe. The narrow path is overgrown with vegetation, and in the evening dew wets my clothes.

It’s not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I don’t violate my intention to go into seclusion. 6. The original text of "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.

The bright moon shines clear light from the gaps between the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat.

The beauty of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time. 7. The original text of "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty: Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of cured wine and has enough chicken and dolphins for visitors during good years.

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick. Translation: Don’t laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In the year of harvest, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich.

The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me. The day of playing the flute and playing the drum in Chunshe is approaching, but the villagers still retain the ancient custom of simple dress.

If I can still take advantage of the beautiful moonlight to go out for a leisurely trip in the future, I will knock on your door at any time with a cane. 8. The original text of "April in the Village" by Weng Juan of the Southern Song Dynasty: The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. Translation: The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight.

There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene. April is here, and no one is idle. They just finished sericulture and have to plant rice seedlings again.

9. The original text of "Village Evening" by Lei Zhen of the Southern Song Dynasty: The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.

Translation: Green grass has grown over the pond, and the water in the pond has almost overflowed the bank. The green mountains in the distance, holding the red sunset, reflect their shadows in the water, flashing with sparkling waves.

The little shepherd boy was riding on the back of the cow, slowly returning home. He was holding a piccolo and playing it casually, without a fixed tune. 10. The original text of "Village Residence" by Gao Ding of the Qing Dynasty: The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in February, and the willows are brushing the embankments and are drunk with the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind. Translation: In the second month of the lunar calendar, the green grass in and around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying here and there.

The willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the embankment. The water vapor that evaporates between the water and vegetation condenses like smoke.

The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery. The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky.

2. Poems describing pastoral areas

Visiting Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You Mo Xiao said that the farmer’s wax wine was muddy, and in the good years the guests were fed enough chickens and dolphins.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers. Wild Old Song Zhang Ji An old farmer lives in poverty in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to collect acorns.

Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat. Pastoral in Spring Wang Wei Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. Touring Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers. Return to Songshan Mountain to work. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return in the evening. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated. Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village" An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "Quatrains" Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Du Fu's "Quequatrains" Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected.

The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different.

If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. Zhongnan Bieye was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to the southern border of the mountains.

Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.

I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Qingxi When I enter Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi.

There will be countless twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines.

The ripples are filled with water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful.

Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. Tianjia in Weichuan The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

Looking at the new clear fields (one night), the new clear fields are vast. Extremely untainted.

Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.

Huanghuachuan has tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks within a few miles. When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.

The rain falls on the pines and gurgling on the rocks. The quiet words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the mountain top.

Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering. Qinggao Li has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating.

I used to be tired of being secretive, and I felt relieved and worried. Cui Puyang brother Ji Zhongqian's mountain is prosperous. The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Jun's pond is leisurely.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

Saga faces the Qin State, and Heta hides Jingguan. The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk.

My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.

3. Poems describing pastoral scenery

Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons Author: Fan Chengda Part 2: The soil is about to stir and the rain comes frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers bloom in an instant.

The wild border behind the house is still green, and the neighbor is whipping bamboo shoots over the wall. Fifteen butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.

When chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, I know that a merchant is coming to buy tea. Twenty-four. There are few passers-by in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. On the thirty-first day of the summer (summer), he went out to work in the fields during the day and harvested hemp at night. The children in the village were each responsible for their own affairs.

The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Thirty-five years of hard work in collecting water chestnuts, waste of plows and hoes, bloody fingertips and elixirs withering away.

I can’t afford to buy land to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. Thirty-eight The Zhumen are full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk.

The man knows how to weave the morning glory and the woman can weave, so there is no need to invite blessings to cross the river star. The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.

There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn. The forty-five charter boats are fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost.

Even if you lose a dendrobium in two minutes, you still win the chaff core. The fifty-eight-year-old yellow paper rents a white paper to urge, and the soap clothes come to the countryside in the afternoon.

"Sir, my head is very dry in the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine." Summer pastoral miscellaneous. Plums are golden, apricots are fat, wheat flowers are snowy, and cauliflowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Winter pastoral miscellaneous things. Let the boat go and watch the clear snow-capped mountains. The wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening.

Sitting and listening to a pole of broken pearls and jade, I didn’t know that the lake had turned into ice. The poems grouped under the general heading "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" were written by Fan Chengda in the 13th year of Emperor Xiaozong's reign (1186) when he was recuperating from illness in Shihu. "He wrote about things in the wild, and he often wrote about them, and he wrote sixty poems by the end of the year." It is divided into five groups: "Spring", "Late Spring", "Summer", "Autumn" and "Winter", each with twelve poems.

Qian Zhongshu's "Selected Notes on Song Poems" evaluated these pastoral poems as "a collection of ancient Chinese pastoral poems". Soil paste is like moist soil.

After many spring rains, the land is moist and loose. A moment, a moment.

Wasteland, wasteland, bamboo shoots, bamboo stems buried underground. Whip shoots refer to new shoots produced from bamboo roots.

On the surface there is silence without guests for a long time, but in reality it reflects the busyness of the Tian family. At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the days are getting longer. It is the busy time of farming. How can I have time to visit? Dou points to the dog hole and returns to the forest in the dim smoke and misty clouds. Chai Fei Chai Men is a simple courtyard gate plaited with tree strips.

The paddle boat is like a leaf, which describes the small boat. It is made up of barriers to block, and it is necessary to work in the fields and remove weeds in the fields. Ji mahjong is twisted into twine.

Each household is responsible for farming and weaving, and each does his or her own thing. Ununderstood, for work, close to the shade of mulberry trees.

Ghost quality and dryness describe a person who is emaciated and out of shape. Plant water chestnuts in lakes.

A rich and noble family. Qiao Xi falls on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. According to old folk custom, women beg for wisdom from Vega on this night, which is called "begging for cleverness".

Gate Crossing the River, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet across the Milky Way on Chinese Valentine's Day. Mirror flat describes the field where rice is being threshed as flat as a mirror.

The sound of the light thunder finger hitting the rice is like thunder. The flail is a farm tool used to break off rice grains. It has a long handle and a flail plate that rotates on an axis. The handle is raised to swing the flail, and the flail is rotated to hit the rice.

Charter a civilian ship with a rent payment of meters. Waiting for the government to open a warehouse to collect rent.

Don’t be sad at all costs. If you lose two minutes and lose one dendrobium, you must pay.

The original rent for one bushel actually required two minutes of grain. Ten bushels of dendrobium make one hu, six bushels and four bushels make one bell.

Win the rest. The bran core is broken into the rice bran skin.

Yellow paper Emperor Zhaoshu. Renzhu is exempt from tax.

Proclamation from the magistrate on blank paper. The black clothes worn by the officials in Zaoyi.

The afternoon is full of twists and turns. Dong Bao is confused and pedantic.

The officer's words in Zaoyi expose the corruption and shamelessness of the officials. No one is in sight of the summer harvest in the long fence, and the farming is busy, so of course no one comes and goes by the fence.

Sit and listen but listen. The broken pearls and jade describe the sound of the boat pole hitting the ice. Fan Chengda has written many pastoral poems.

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All pastoral villages and frontier fortresses are written on bridges, and the fragrance of rice and flowers tells of a good harvest.

Listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night" There is little popular rhyme, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains.

——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1" It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. ——Li Shen's "Two Ancient Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers" Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.

——Wang Wei's "Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang / Autumn Return to Wangchuanzhuang" The mountains are green and the rivers are full of white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. ——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside" The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the morning dew and the setting sun.

——Anonymous "Chang Ge Xing" The children and grandchildren are still engaged in farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7" The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy, and the cauliflowers are sparse.

——Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons·Part 2".

5. Poems about pastoral

Wang Wei's pastoral poem "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. "Xinyiwu": Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. "Mountain Residence in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Birdsong Stream" The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.

Author of Tian Jia Xing: Wang Jian. The male voice is cheerful and the female face is pleasing to the eye. People don’t complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves.

Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose.

Don’t look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don’t sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate! Wild Old Song An old farmer from Zhang family lives in poverty in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns.

Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat. Nie Yizhong Shang Tian's family sells new silk in February and sells new grain in May.

Heal the sores in front of your eyes, but cut out the flesh in your heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light.

If you don’t illuminate the Qiluo Banquet, you will only illuminate the escape room. Guan Tianjia Author: Wei Yingwu It rains lightly and all the flowers are new, and a thunder startles the insects.

The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.

Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy.

There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.

The Widow in the Mountains Tang Du Xunhefu was guarding Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were burnt. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still pay taxes, and the fields are desolate, but they still need to collect seedlings.

From time to time, pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin them into firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.

Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei slants the light on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.

The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.

This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away. Spring Pastoral In Wang Wei's house, spring doves chirp, and the apricot blossoms beside the trees are white.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. Passing by my old friend's village, my old friend Meng Haoran invited me to Tian's house with chicken and millet.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. Sui Yanxing Du Fu Sui Yunduo has a lot of north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting is covered with white snow.

When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don’t shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers.

The high-powered officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish but not birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain.

It is said that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed.

Carving clay is the easiest to get, if your likes and dislikes don’t match your appearance. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?

Burning Song Wen Tingyun stood up and looked at Nanshan, where the mountain fire was burning the fields. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again.

Climbing towards the rock, slowly climbing the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from a distance.

The neighbor can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian".

Bean sprouts and insects are proliferating, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square.

The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the music of God is heard everywhere. Hold the money and ask for fortune-telling, and knock on the tiles to hear the sound in the forest.

I got the hexagram on the mountain and came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane.

The wind drives away the smoke from the oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars are shining outside the clouds, and the flying embers are falling in front of the steps.

Laying back and moaning and sneezing, the crow mother cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?

6. Poems describing pastoral scenery

1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) The river and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. 2. Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei) Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 3. Passing by my old friend’s village (Meng Haoran) My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 4. Residence in Wangchuan is presented to Pei Xiucaidi (Wang Wei). The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees. 5. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1 (Tao Yuanming) The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. 6. Pastoral Yanhuai (Li Bai) Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class was over ten thousand miles away.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream.

7. Lu Chai (Wang Wei) No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. 8. Autumn in the Mountains (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 9. April in the countryside (Wengjuan) The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. 10. Pastoral miscellany in four seasons (Fan Chengda) The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.

No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Expand.

7. Poems describing rural pastoral scenery

Ancient poems describing pastoral scenery

1. "Two Quatrains"

Tang· Du Fu

The country is beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.

2. "Zhuli Pavilion"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

3. "Passing Through an Old Friend's Village"

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

4. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows.

5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 1

Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty

The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.

The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall.

6. "Pastoral Words and Feelings"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

In the third year of his exile, Jia Yi was promoted to a class leader of ten thousand li.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream.

7. "Lu Chai"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

8. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

9. "April in the Countryside"

Weng Juan of the Song Dynasty

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

10. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"

Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty

The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.

No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

8. Poems describing pastoral scenery

Ancient poems about pastoral scenery 1. "Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The rivers and mountains in Chiri are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. 2. "Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 3. "Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 4. "Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees. 5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in One of the Fields" by Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall.

9. Ancient poems about the countryside

There are many ancient poems about the countryside. The one that impressed me the most is the one written by Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing A famous saying from Nanshan through the ages.

The whole poem is as follows: The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Now, we have begun to realize the damage caused by environmental pollution to the human environment, and the pastoral scenery of picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence is exactly the gold and silver mountains we are pursuing today.

In addition: Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, I came back to see chrysanthemums. I wrote the pastoral scenery vividly, as if I were there.

Below are some pastoral poems written by some poets: An old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian’s house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Let’s hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

"Passing the Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran There are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The woman and aunt call each other to bathe the silkworms, and take a leisurely look at the gardenias in the atrium.

"Rain Over the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian Another example: Xin Qiji's: The bright moon on the branches scares the magpies, and the breeze blows the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest.

Listen to the sound of frogs. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

Beside the forest of Maodian Society in the old days. The road turns to the creek and the bridge suddenly appears.

It is even more immersive.