1. Ancient poems describing spring countryside
When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water.
The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat pushes out of the willow shade.
(Su Shi)
There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which are prophets of the warm spring river water.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
(Han Yu)
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Apricot Flower Village
The spring breeze in February blows the willows,
It stirs up a lot of sadness in the heart.
I know that this worry will happen every year,
We still meet after the storm.
Xinghua wine in Xinghua Village,
The sound of wind and rain in Fengyu Tower.
I didn’t see the swan geese delivering the letter,
I only saw the beautiful lady shedding tears.
"Early Spring in the East of the City" by Yang Juyuan
The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, when the green willows are only half yellow.
If you go to the forest and see the flowers blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.
Spring Day
[Song Dynasty] Zhu Xi
The beautiful day brings beauty to the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors.
Quatrains
[Tang Dynasty] Du Fu
Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
A visit to the garden is not worth it. Ye Shaoweng - Southern Song Dynasty
I should pity the green moss on the teeth of my clogs,
The door of the small buckle firewood will not open for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained.
A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Quatrains
[Song Dynasty] Seng Zhinan
A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge.
My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. 2. Poems about the countryside in spring
Village home
Qing Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The dike is brushed Willows are drunk with spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
April in the Countryside
Weng Juan of the Song Dynasty
The mountains are green and the rivers are white,
The rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
They are planting sericulture and planting fields.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers
Du Fu
Huang Si’s maiden’s house is full of flowers,
Thousands of them weigh down the branches.
The butterflies dance around and play,
The orioles sing at ease.
Mr. Shu Huyin’s Wall
Song Dynasty Wang Anshi
The eaves are long and quiet without moss,
The flowers and trees are planted by hand .
A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green.
Two mountains with rows of gates bring in green.
Pastoral miscellany in four seasons
Fan Chengda
Working in the fields during the day and working on hemp crops at night,
The children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren have not yet left for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree.
Twelve Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems by Fan Chengda
The sound of roosters in the deep alley of willow flowers at noon, the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbors are whipping bamboo shoots over the wall.
The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed; the peach blossoms fill the village with spring brocade, and the drums and drums of the drums pass through the Qingming Festival.
The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums in the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The streets are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian.
Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill.
The people in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and they recommend the green plums to the newly opened mash wine. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion.
Walking in the spring, I have a good mood, and the rain is lingering on my feet, and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
Planting a garden yields fruits and rewards the labor, but the children scratch the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and cherries have been laid out to cover them.
It was an auspicious day to start planting rice bags, and thunder and rain continued all night in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look and take pictures of the small bridge.
Under the mulberries, the border is full of green spring vegetables, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
Twelve Late Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous Poems by Fan Chengda
The purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.
The old lotus roots in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water.
Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year.
The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see and move the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida.
Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.
Around the dirty water, half of the hut is missing. It's difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat can carry Fengtian back.
The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, with a fluffy, sweet and sour taste that is half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and fresh fish and vegetables come back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks.
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.
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 alone in a duck formation. 3. A complete collection of pastoral poems about spring
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu)
Chiri is beautiful, the mountains and rivers 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 (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 dining room and chat over wine.
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 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)
The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss 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 Yanhuai (Li Bai)
Jia Yi was relegated in three years, and his class exceeded ten thousand miles.
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 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 (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 cabbage flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
11. Tour to Shanxi Village (Lu You)
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
12. The pastoral scene of mid-autumn rain (Geng Mao)
The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.
The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland.
When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will be able to cook.
The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches.
In the evening, new woodcutters are wet, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence.
13. Xinyiwu (Wang Wei)
There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
14. The pastoral scene on Qishang (Wang Wei)
Sitting on the water in Qi, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well.
The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.
What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight.
15. Return to Songshan (Wang Wei)
The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.
The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, I returned to Song Gao and retreated.
16. Cui Puyang's brother Ji Zhong came to visit the mountains in front of Weimen (Wang Wei)
The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Junchi is free.
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.
17. Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei)
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, 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.
18. Zhongnan Mountain (Wang Wei)
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
19. Pastoral Work ① (Meng Haoran)
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I labored on the woodcutter road.
There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? 4. Collect a few poems about the spring countryside
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. ____ "Village Residence" by Gao Ding
The orioles sing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. ____Du Mu's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"
The spring rain has stopped while the doves are singing outside the forest, and the apricot blossoms are blooming on the first day of the house. ____Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Family"
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. ____Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
Separated from the water by the light smoke, Xiuzhu Temple, passing by Shuyuluohua Village. ____Yang Huizhi's "Cold Food to the Minister of Zheng Qi"
The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green carries the morning smoke. ____Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music No. 6"
The grass in the isolated village is far away, and the apricot blossoms are flying in the setting sun. ____Kou Zhun's "Jiangnan Spring·Miao Miao"
The green mountains are like Daiyuan Village to the east, and the green long stream is catkin wind. ____Gao Heng's "Spring Ode" 5. A complete collection of pastoral poems about spring
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) Chiri's rivers and mountains 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 (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 and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
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 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 (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. 11. Visiting Shanxi Village (Lu You) Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of cured wine and plenty of chickens and dolphins are kept here during the good years.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. 12. The pastoral scene in the mid-autumn rain (Geng Mao) The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.
The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook?
The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches. In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery moves away.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. 13. Xinyiwu (Wang Wei) There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. 14. The pastoral scene in Qishang (Wang Wei) Standing on the Qishui River, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well. The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.
What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight. 15. Returning to Songshan (Wang Wei) 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. 16. Cui Puyang’s brother Jizhong came to visit the mountains in front of him (we were also facing Weimen when we went to Shanxi) (Wang Wei) The autumn scenery was wonderful, and Kuang Jun was free on the pond.
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.
17. Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
18. Zhongnan Mountain (Wang Wei) Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, connecting mountains and sea. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field are changing, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
19. Pastoral Works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, working hard on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? 6. Pastoral poems about spring
In classical poetry, spring is the most active season among the four seasons, and its warmth and beauty are something that poets can write endlessly and sing endlessly. This column selects some famous lines from ancient poems about spring (including classic lines from dramas of the Yuan Dynasty), in order to show readers the spring in the hearts of the ancients from all angles.
Verses describing spring
The flowers in Luoyang are like brocade in March, and it takes a lot of time to weave them. (Liu Kezhuang)
Bees and butterflies flew over the wall, but they suspected that spring was in the neighboring house. (Wang Jia)
The east wind sways the weeping willow thread, and the hairspring touches the peach blossoms. (Wang Shifu)
Shepherd's purse flowers bloom on the plains in spring, and crows fall away after the new plowing rains. (Xin Qiji)
Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and green. (Zhang Yi)
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Ancient poems describing pastoral scenery: 1. Two quatrains (Du Fu) Chi The mountains are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant, and the flowers and plants are fragrant.
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. 8. Ancient poems about pastoral scenery in spring
1. "Village Dwellers"
Qing Gao Ding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments. Drunk on spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Appreciation: "Village Residence" depicts a picture of children flying kites on the grassy grass next to the village in spring. It is a picture of rural life full of vitality and business.
2. "Spring Thoughts"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The swallow grass is like bisi, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
When you return home in your arms, it’s time for my concubine to lose her heart.
If you don’t know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
Appreciation: This is a poem that describes the mood of a missing woman. The first two sentences are inspired by the distant spring scenery of Yan and Qin. It describes a missing woman who is alone in Qin and is moved by the scenery. She misses her far away in Yan all day long. Xu's husband looks forward to his early return.
3. "Spring Comes Together"
Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty
The clouds are light and the wind is gentle. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are crossing the Qianchuan.
At that time, people did not know Yu Xixinlei, and they would be called young people who took leisure time to study.
Appreciation: This is a poem about a scene, describing the mood of spring travel and the celestial scene of spring. It is also a poem about rationality and interest. The author uses simple techniques to integrate the soft and bright spring scenery with the author's contented mood. 9. Pastoral poems about spring
In classical poetry, spring is the most active season among the four seasons. Its warmth and beauty are something that poets can write endlessly and sing endlessly.
This column selects some famous ancient poems about spring (including classic sentences in dramas of the Yuan Dynasty), in order to show readers the spring in the hearts of the ancients from all aspects and angles. The poem describing spring in Luoyang is like a brocade of flowers in March, and it took a lot of time to weave it.
(Liu Kezhuang) Bees and butterflies fly over the wall, but they suspect that spring is in the next door. (Wang Jia) The east wind sways the weeping willow thread, and the hairspring touches the peach blossoms.
(Wang Shifu) When spring arrives on the plains, shepherd's purse flowers bloom, and after the new plowing rains, crows fall away. (Xin Qiji) Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and green.
(Zhang Shi) More: /zt/13486/.