Poems describing rural pastoral scenery

1. Autumn scenery is good, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool. Under the leisurely Xilin, I know the mountain in front of the door. Thousands of miles across the sky, several peaks emerge from the clouds. -Wang Wei's "Cui Puyang's brother's season is heavy and the mountains are prosperous before"

2. Open the door and save grain and millet, and live next to Weng Shuitou. At present, there are waves in the south, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short beard, and the waist flute is full of smoke. Don't ask the people by the water, ride an ox along the mountain. -Yu Juan's Xiao Si in the Mountain Village

3. The water is full of rice and leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. Oriole also loves new cool and good, flying over the castle peak and singing in the shadows. -Xu Ji's "New Cool"

4. Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, I will sing and pick the road. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? -Meng Haoran's Pastoral Works

5. preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village"

6. The eaves are low and the streams are green. When you are drunk, your voice is charming, and your hair is white. The eldest son hoes the bean stream to the east, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best and lies on the stream head to peel off the lotus. -Xin Qiji, "Qingping Music". Village residence

7. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. -Wang Wei's Zhu Li Guan

8. Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wan Li, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. -Li Bai's Pastoral Speech

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

11. Capturing birds in love with the old forest makes them miss their old home. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside. Around the house is about ten acres of land, and the thatched cottage of the thatched cottage. The elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin and in front of Taoli Luotang. -Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden

11, the mountains are cold and blue now, the autumn water is flowing every day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Summer value meets Yu drunk, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?. -Wang Wei's "a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di"

12, wooden shuttlecock field home, the city is divided into yin and ye. Slip through the canal and walk in jasper, while the beds lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep water is burned by musk deer. When people don't see at sunset, chickens flock together. -Wang Anshi's "Two Poems of Confessing the Earth Village into the North Temple"

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

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

15, the mountains are cold and blue now, and the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?. -Wang Wei's a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di

16. The forest breaks the hidden wall of mountains and bamboos, and the cicadas are littered with grass and small ponds. You can always see the blank bird when you turn it over, and it is fragrant according to the pink. Outside the cottage, next to the ancient city, the sticks and quinoa turn to the setting sun. Diligence last night, it rained at night, and it was cool for a day. -Su Shi's Partridge Sky

17. The mud mirror of the newly-built farm is flat, and every family cultivates rice while the frost clears. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night. -Fan Chengda's

18, "Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun", blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are sparse, and the mountains in front of them go to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return alone. -Fan Chengda's

19, "Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun", don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. -Lu You's "A Tour of Shanxi Village"

21. It's late in the day, and the mountains are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. The swallows are busy building their nests in wet mud, and sleeping in pairs in warm sand. -du fu's "two quatrains"

21. Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. -Fan Chengda's

22. hibiscus flowers with minced wood and red calyx in the mountains. There are no people in the stream, and they have started to fall. -Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"

23, Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs are from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to weave, and speak quickly. Rolling the shuttle through the house. -Sun Guangxian's The Lover

24. Peeling and pecking at the cottage, ya forked the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tiles break the fish scales. Red grains are used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay. Sleeping in bed makes a cold dog bitter. -Lu You's Cottage

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

26. Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qingxiao holds a pole to watch the geese. When silkworms go upstairs, there are few mulberry leaves, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car. -Chen Yuyi's "Village Scenery"

27. There are one or two crows in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village Road is oblique. My mother-in-law called for a silkworm bath and looked at gardenias in the atrium. -Wang Jian's Rain Over the Mountain Village

28. The drizzle on the eaves of the Mao is wet with smoke, and the river road is cold and snowy. I don't love "xianggong" Jin Luoma, but envy his long white-covered boat. -Lu You's "Boats with White Bamboo Canopy Covered by Bao Chang are occasionally borrowed to play in the near village"

29. Yan Yan went down to the autumn pond, and the Tian family has been busy ever since. Move the vegetables to the distant water, and collect the fruits to be frosted. The wild pheasant is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes the fragrant tea. There is wine when guests come, and they stay in the Maotang. -Xu Hun's Cottage

31, down the blue mountain in the evening, moonlight was my homeward escort. Looking back to the mountain path, the mountains green and boundless green. When the Hu mountain man came to his house, the children hurried to open the chai men. Walking into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, the green rose and the branches brushed against the passers - by. And I was glad of a chance to rest, wine chat * * * wave. To sing the melody of Wind Through Pines, the milky way stars are thin. When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy, Tao Ran * * * forgot his machine. -Li Bai's "down Zhongnan Mountain to the Kind Pillow and Bowl of Husi"

31. The mountains and plains are full of green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields. -Weng Juan's April in the Country

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

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

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

35, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the setting sun came into deep forest, and the landscape was pleasant on the moss. -Poems and ancient poems describing rural scenery in Lu Chai by Wang Wei

Poems and ancient poems describing rural scenery

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

2. The ruins of the old country are still there, and I want to visit the old ones when I board. Once a person changes, a thousand years of water flows in vain. Dream Zhu Hong Sheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. Clouds can't be scattered, and I look at my homesickness from afar.

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

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

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

6. Where homesickness accumulates, the world gathers turbulence. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over the fishing house, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees geese, he should travel alone.

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

8. The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and I am worried about another year in the Ming Dynasty.

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

11. Kesashige is foggy, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the gorge is cloudy and cloudy. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your solitude? Lai this north window piano.

11, blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are few, and the smoke in the front mountain goes to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return alone.

12, the disadvantages of the house are separated from the dust, but the first thing is to raise the elements. Bu is close to the three paths, and there are thousands of trees planted. Yue Yu was pushed to move, but he still hasn't met in his thirties. It will be late when the sword is written, and the day of Qiuyuan is already dusk. I am pregnant in the morning, and I am often ignorant in the daytime. The sky is full of envy, competing for food and shame. Looking at the golden horse gate, I will take the road of firewood. There is no confidant in rural songs, and there is no relatives and friends at the end. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

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

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

15, Yoko began to be strict, and the sky was clear. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in mountains. Collect the snow in the window on the back of the day and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. Suddenly I returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.

16. The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade.

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

18, when people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.

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

21. Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, and put flowers on the left and cups on the right. If you want to ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine, how can an old friend be different?

21. Every year in spring, Oriole can learn about the sadness in a foreign land. See the river bank gradually falling sun, as if the heart was torn into pieces of willow leaves.

22. I am full of sad winter scenery, and there are many mangrove temples on one mountain. Zhong Xuan is infinitely homesick for tears, and Zhang Shui flows eastward like a jade wave.

23, driving horses along the river, homesickness is born step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Autumn crops have a long road, and cold clouds are about the ancient city. When the family is poor and rich, there is no land to return to farming.

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

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

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

27. Cold food and homesick wet wipes during the second trip. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum rain in the spring. There is no mood to drink, but there is a reason to sing. How many people go out for an outing when they lose outside his suburbs.

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

29. Who doesn't miss the homesickness between Qian Shan and Wanshan and Xuanche? If you stay alone, you will be sad, and you will be afraid of hurting your peaches and plums.

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

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

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

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

34. People in the northbound part of Lubei are dead, but the letter from Yunnan has not been returned. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willows outside the door. If you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your face. Hanging on the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountain.

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

36, there is no suitable rhyme, and the nature loves Qiushan. I slipped into the official career net, and has been away from the field for more than ten years. The cage bird is often attached to the past forest, the fish in the pool yearning for the past abyss. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside. Around the house is about ten acres of land, and the thatched cottage of the thatched cottage. The elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin and in front of Taoli Luotang. The nearby village of the nearby village faintly visible, the village drift Ni smoke. A few dogs barked in the lane, and the mulberry tree was called with a cock. There is no dust clutter in the courtyard, some in the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Long trapped in a cage without freedom, I finally return to the forest today.

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

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

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

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

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

42. preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

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

1. Hedging the winding path is small. Clouds and trees are open and clear. Zhou Bangyan's

2. Bai Pu's Tian Jing Sha Dong

3. The wind in the village market in Changxia is getting clearer, and the crested finches have been generated. Zhang Lei's Three Summer Songs

4. In the lonely village, the grass is far away, and the apricot blossoms fly in the slanting sun. Kou Zhun's

5. At the end of the year, hoe the plow next to the empty room, and call Er to climb the mountain to collect acorns. Zhang Ji's "Wild Old Songs/Shan Nong Ci"

6. When you come back from fishing, don't tie the boat, Jiangcun is sleeping at the moon. Sikong Shu's

7. Autumn wind, Furong country in Wan Li, and thousands of Ficus pumila villages in the evening rain. TanYongzhi's Autumn Stay in Xiangjiang River in Rain

8. Thousands of valleys are full of sounds, including evening sounds, and several peaks are silent and set in the sun. Wang Yucheng's

9. When there are no idle fields in the four seas, farmers still starve to death. Li Shen's

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13, Tian She Qingming day, every family got out of the fire late. Wang Jian's Cold Food

14, the light rain makes many flowers new, and the thunder starts with a fright. Wei Yingwu "