1. Poems about the pastoral in the Book of Songs
Poems about the pastoral in the Book of Songs 1. What are the poems about the pastoral
The Book of Songs is the source of pastoral poetry, and the poet is in the pastoral, and the spirit and the pastoral are integrated to achieve real harmony. The Book of Songs is actually a collection of ancient Chinese folk songs. Although it may be processed by the government later, its pastoral atmosphere is still very strong.
Guanju: "Guanju dove is in the river continent. "When I read it, a strong rustic and pastoral atmosphere came to me.
Gentleman in Service:" Gentleman in Service, I don't know its period-the chicken lives in the nest, the day is over, and the sheep and cattle are enclosed-"describes the fresh pastoral picture
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2. What are the pastoral scenery in the Book of Songs?
Ancient poems describing pastoral scenery
1.
Two Jueju Poems
Tang Du Fu
Beautiful scenery, spring breeze, flowers and fragrance.
the mud melts the swallows, while the sand warms the mandarin ducks.
2. Bamboo House
Tang Wangwei
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.
3. Passing the Old Man's Village
Tang Meng Haoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
4, "a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di"
Don Wang Wei
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.
and sing a wild poem at Five Willows? is drunk in the summer.
5.
Song and Tao Yuanming
The bird is in love with the old forest, and the fish in the pool misses the old source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin, in front of Taoli Luotang.
3. The poem describing the countryside
passes the old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend,
you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village,
and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field,
to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday,
I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
Traveling in Shanxi Village
[Song] Traveling on the land
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine,
Stay in the good year with enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt,
There is another village with a bright future.
qingpingle village residence
author: Xin qiji
the eaves of the grass are low and small,
the grass is green on the stream.
When you are drunk, Wu Yin and Xiang Mei are good,
When you are white-haired, you will never be happy.
Big son hoes the east of Douxi,
Middle son is weaving a chicken coop;
I like children's hooligans best,
I lie on the stream and peel the lotus.
pastoral music Wang Wei.
The peach color contains persistent rain, and the willow green is even more smoky.
The flowers have fallen, but the guests in Yingti Mountain are still asleep.
Traveling to Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] and traveling to the land
Don't laugh at the peasant's wine and wine, and
Keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt,
There is another village with a bright future.
4. A collection of poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) are beautiful in the mountains and rivers, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
the mud melts the swallows, while the sand warms the mandarin ducks. 2. Zhuliguan (Wang Wei) 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. 3. Passing through the old friend Zhuang (Meng Haoran), preparing me chicken and rice, old friend and you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time. 4, a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di (Wang Wei) the mountains are cold and blue now, autumn water gurgling.
by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
and sing a wild poem at Five Willows? is drunk in the summer. 5. Returning to the garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming).
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, in front of Taoli Luotang. 6, pastoral words Huai (Li Bai) Jia Yi three years, Wan Li, Ban Chao.
how to lead a white calf, drinking water is good for clean water. 7. Lu Chai (Wang Wei) there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss. An autumn evening in the mountains (Wang Wei) after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?. 9. In April in the countryside (Weng Juan), the mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of the rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so sericulture was added to the fields. 11, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Xing (Fan Chengda) Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin.
no one has ever crossed the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 11, tour Shanxi Village (Lu You) Don't laugh at the peasant's wine and wine, and stay in the good year with enough chickens and dolphins.
there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village. 12, the autumn rain is pastoral (Geng Geng), the desert is heavy and dark, and the rain is raining.
it's a flooded ancient road, and it's full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested, several households in the isolated village will cook.
turbulence spreads through the nursery, and rotten leaves make autumn branches. The new firewood is wet at dusk, and the old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums bloomed in Dongli. 13, Xinyiwu (Wang Wei) hibiscus flowers with minced wood, red calyx in the mountains.
there are no people in the stream, and they all leave. 14, Qi Shang pastoral is the thing (Wang Wei) screen on Qi Shui, Dongye Kuang no mountains.
the sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree and the river is bright and the well is clear. The shepherd boy looks to the village, and the hound returns with the people.
what's the matter if you're quiet? Jingfei takes the day off. Bound home to mount song (Wang Wei), 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. 16. Cui Puyang's elder brother, Qian Shanxing (going to Shanxi is also right for Weimen) (Wang Wei) has a good autumn, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool.
under the leisurely Xilin, you know yourself in front of the mountain. Thousands of miles across the sky, several peaks emerge from the clouds.
17. Bird-singing Stream (Wang Wei) is full of osmanthus flowers, 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.
18, Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei) 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.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?
19. Pastoral work ① (Meng Haoran) Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, I tried 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? 21. From the big scattered past, the winding of Zhudeng Road in the deep forest was forty or fifty miles to tens of thousands of turns in the dangerous path of Huangniu (Wang Wei), and it will take three breaks for several miles.
I see the disciples in the circle, and I see them hidden in the forest hills. Whispering rain, flowing stones.
in a deep stream, there is a long whistle at the top of a mountain. 21. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are sparse, and the smoke in the former mountains goes to Chai Fei.
the little boy paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return home alone. 22. Pastoral Work in the Spring (Wang Wei) The spring in the house is singing, and the apricot blossoms are white by the tree.
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.
I'm afraid that I'm not at home, and I'm disappointed that I'm a traveler. 23, a Farm-house on the Wei River (Wang Wei) 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!.
24. Xin Qingye (one works late) looks (Wang Wei) Xin Qingye 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 in the farming month. Pour out the family's family.
25. The mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda is flat, so every family can harvest rice while the frost is fine. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.
26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) 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!.
27. Returning to the garden is the second place (Tao Yuanming). There are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the poor lanes. The day is still chai men closed, the pure heart to cut off vulgar thinking.
in the music of the time-revival market, pulling weeds * * * comes and goes. Meet not to talk about the worldly affairs, only say the garden sang ma grows.
the days in Sang Ma are long, and the days in our country are wide. Often worry about the frost suddenly, the crops wither like the bush.
28. my retreat at mount zhongnan (Wang Wei) 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.
I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.
29. The countryside is full of excitement at four seasons (Fan Chengda), and 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.
31. The water in Xinliang (Xuji) 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.
5. The poem describing the countryside must be a poem
Wang Wei's Luchai: there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss Wang Wei's Xinyiwu: hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, red calyx in the mountains. No one is there, and the streams are open and falling in succession. Wang Wei's Bird Singing Stream: people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty, and the moon is startled. You entertain me at your farm, we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains, we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands, wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time, Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare. No one has ever crossed the fence in the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (II): The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs at night.
6. A poem describing the countryside
"Village Residence"
Qinggaoding
The grass grows long and the orioles fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
They are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Translation
In February of the lunar calendar, the grass gradually sprouted and grew around the village, and Oriole flew around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The water vapor evaporated between Shui Ze and the vegetation condensed like smoke. Willow seems to be fascinated by this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village went home early without any delay, and quickly took advantage of the strong east wind to fly kites in the blue sky.
Children fish
Young children with hairy heads learn to hang on to the nylon, and
Sitting on the side of raspberry moss reflects themselves.
Passers-by waved at a distance by asking questions, and
The fish was too frightened to respond to people.
in the village
the grass grows in February, and
the willows on the bank are drunk with spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
They are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Gulang travels on the moon
He doesn't know the moon when he is an hour, so he is called Bai Yupan.
I'm also suspicious of Yao Tai Jing, flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain.
the immortal hangs his feet, so how can the osmanthus tree reunite?
The white rabbit has made it. Who will you have dinner with?
staying at Xugong Store in Xinshi City
The hedges are sparse all the way, and
the flowers on the branches are shaded at the end.
Children run after Huang Die,
Cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
What I can see
The shepherd boy rides a yellow ox, and
The song vibrates Lin Yue.
trying to catch cicadas,
suddenly shut up.
in the village
the grass grows in February, and
the willows on the bank are drunk with spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
They are busy flying kites in the east wind.
children go fishing
a young boy with a hairy head learns to hang on to a bow, and
he sits on the side of a raspberry moss and reflects himself.
Passers-by ask questions and wave at a distance, and
the fish is too frightened to respond to people.
My daughter
is stunned at first sight, and
refuses to go back to sleep and fall in love with a car.
One night's charming cry is the reason for the bottom.
Little girl in the pool
The little girl is only six years old, and the little baby is in a small boat.
It's unknown whether she is clever or clumsy. Stealing white lotus back.
I am in front of the hall at night, and I can't understand the hidden traces.
Scholars worship the new moon. Duckweed blooms together.
In ancient China, there were many poems describing children. Their language was refined and vivid, which shaped children's various expressions. The author chooses a few poems from the common books, such as 311 Tang Poems, Complete Tang Poems and Zi Jia Poems, in order to provide dinner for readers.
He Zhizhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "My Hometown Book": "When a young boy leaves home, he will return to his old age, and the local accent will never change. When children meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests come from. " The whole poem is only twenty-eight words, but it draws us a beautiful picture. The author has lived in a foreign country for a long time and returned to his hometown, but the children in his hometown didn't know him, so they smiled and asked him where he was a guest. These children are childish, lively, polite and very cute.
Cui Daorong, also in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Who doesn't tie a boat outside the hedge, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there was a village guest, and he was anxious to go to Chai Men but closed it. " The poem "Living in a stream is the thing" depicts the interesting things by the stream in a fishing village in spring. I don't know whose boat is outside the fence, but I forgot to tie the cable and was blown into the fishing bay by the long spring breeze. Children who are fishing by the water's edge, not knowing the truth, mistakenly thought that there was a visitor, so they quickly put down their fishing rods and ran to the door to announce that they wanted to open the Chai Men to greet them, but closed the door in their hurry. The poet writes a series of children's actions into his poems, which looks simple and natural, but vivid, and vividly depicts the hospitable nature of rural children.
rural children are not only hospitable, but also hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in an idyllic poem "Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity": "When you plow in the daytime, you will be numb at night, and the children in the village will be in charge of their own affairs. Children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, but also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade. " What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in summer. "Village children" refers to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children. Although children in rural areas can't farm and weave yet, when they see adults weeding and rubbing twine, they also learn to grow melons like adults under mulberry branches.
7. Collection of poems describing rural life in ancient poetry
Several idle fields. _ _ _ _ Weng Juan ☉ "April in the Country" 3
Open up wasteland in the south. _ _ _ _ Lu You ☉ 1
Children and grandchildren have not been released for farming and weaving. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei ☉ "a Farm-house on the Wei River" 4
Three winters for Confucian scholars, hail one another familiarly. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming ☉ "Returning to the Garden, Part I" 9
A curtain of doves is raining outside, and it is also learning to grow melons by mulberry shade. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan ☉ "Crossing the River Cloud"