3 Pastoral Poems 5, 3 Pastoral Poems

Drinking alcohol (Part 5).

Tao Yuanming settled in the human realm, and there was no noise of cars and horses.

Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Meng Haoran The old man Gu Ji Huang invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

Wang Wei's landscape idyll.

Lu Chai "There is no one in the empty mountain, but I hear people's voices.

Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Birdsong Stream" people are idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

The deceased Zhuang Meng Haoran.

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

Tour Sanxi Village Land Tour.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Takerikan Wang Wei.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Tao Yuanming's idyllic poems are more.

Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" planted beans in the south of the mountain, and the grass was full of beans and seedlings. Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus. The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. It is not a pity to stain the clothes, but the wish is not violated.

Wang Wei's "Pastoral Music" is peach and rainy, and the willow green is more spring smoke. The flowers have not been swept away, and the warblers are still sleeping.

Wang Wei's "Farewell to the South" is quite good in middle age, and he is late in the southern mountains. Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning. Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

1, "Luchai".

Don Wangwei. There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, shining on the moss.

2, "Bamboo Pavilion".

Don Wangwei. Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

3, "Sujian Dejiang".

Don Meng Haoran.

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

4, "Early White Emperor City".

Don Lee Bai. Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

5, "Farewell to the South".

Don Wangwei. The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains.

Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

6, "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House".

Don Wangwei. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Wang Wei's landscape idyll.

Lu Chai "There is no one in the empty mountain, but I hear people's voices. Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

Xinyiwu": Wood powder hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains. The stream is lonely, and they are falling one after another.

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Birdsong Stream" people are idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Weichuan Tianjia" poem: oblique light ruins, poor alleys cattle and sheep return. The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn. The pheasant wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms sleep and the mulberry leaves are scarce. Tian Fu hoeed to, and the words of each other followed. That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of the song.

1, "Bamboo Pavilion".

Don Wangwei. Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

2, "Twelve Songs of Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous".

Song Fan Chengda.

The willow flower is deep in the alley, and the new green of the mulberry leaf tip is not completed.

There is nothing to do when you sit and sleep, and you can watch the silkworms on a sunny day with a full window.

The soil plaster is about to move, and the rain is frequent, and thousands of grass and flowers are blooming.

The barren furrow is still green, and the neighbor's bamboo shoots come over the wall.

The two wheat fields in the high fields are green and the mountains are green, and the low fields near the water are green and not cultivated.

The peach is full of spring, and the song and drums pass the Qingming.

The old pot is ripe and brings it to the Tiantou Sacrifice Society.

The society burned money like thunder, and the sun slanted to help the drunkard back.

The green branches are full of flowers, and I know that my children and grandchildren are fighting grass.

Riding and blowing the east to the alley noisy, the spring carriage and horses are noisy like smoke.

The cattle are not the road in front of the door, and the west of the door is moved to the edge.

The cold food flowers and branches are planted all over the head, and the skirt is green and a few flat boats.

Once a year, you can visit the mountain temple, and you don't go to the Lingyan that is, Tiger Hill.

Guoli's people worship and sweep back, and the newly opened mash wine recommends green plums.

Richang Road is close to the city gate, borrow me a thatched pavilion to warm a cup.

Bu Yi is looking for spring, and the water is like a cup after the rain.

The yellow dog went with the people, walked to the stream, and suddenly returned.

Planting the garden to get the fruit and reward the labor, but the children are not allowed to scratch the birds.

The bamboo shoot path has been inserted, and the fishing gang is covered with cherries.

At the beginning of the auspicious day, the rice bales were planted, and the thunder and rain in Nanshan continued overnight.

This year, I don't owe water to the seedlings, and the new rise will take a look at the small bridge.

The spring vegetables under the mulberry are full of green furrows, and the hearts are green and tender mustard moss fertilizer.

Xitou washes and selects the head of the store to sell, and wraps salt and sells wine at dusk.

Tao Yuanming returned to the countryside

Planting beans in the south of the mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

It is not a pity to stain the clothes, but the wish is not violated.

Meng Haoran passed the old man's village

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle field and turn the wine into mulberry hemp.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

Land tour Shanxi Village

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Xiao Gu followed the Spring Society, and his clothes were simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon in idleness, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time.

Wang Wei Gongchuan idle residence gave Pei Xiucaidi

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is murmuring.

Leaning on the cane outside the firewood door, listening to the twilight cicadas in the wind.

The sun sets over the ferry, and there is lonely smoke in the ruins.

The complex value is drunk, and the song is in front of the five willows.

Bai Juyi Village Night

The frost grass and the canthus are cut, and the pedestrians in the south and north of the village are absolutely untouched.

Looking at the field before going out alone, the moonlight buckwheat flowers are like snow.

Wang Wei: Birdsong stream

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Wang Mian Momei

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

Su Shi titled Xilin Wall

Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain.

Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous".

The day rises and the field accumulates at night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry.

Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou words

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

Idyll:

1, "Luchai".

Don Wangwei. There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, shining on the moss.

2, "Bamboo Pavilion".

Don Wangwei. Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

3, "Sujian Dejiang".

Don Meng Haoran.

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

4, "Early White Emperor City".

Don Lee Bai. Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

"Four Seasons and Four Gardens Miscellaneous" rises in the day and the night is hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes. The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

"Spring Dawn" (Tang) (Meng Haoran) is not aware of spring sleep, and mosquitoes bite everywhere. Sow dichlorvos, and I don't know how many people die.

"Luchai", "Bamboo Pavilion", "Early White Emperor City", "Qingming".

"April in the Country" Weng volume.

The green mountains are all over the white river, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-regulations.

There are few idlers in the countryside in April, so the sericulture is planted again.

Lu Chai "Wang Wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices. Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

Xinyiwu Wang Wei.

Hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains. The stream is lonely, and they are falling one after another.

Birdsong Stream" Wang Wei.

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Tour Shanxi Village. Song] Lu You.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Du Fu's "Quatrain".

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Du Fu's "Quatrain".

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Rain Over the Mountain Village" Wang Jian.

There are one or two chickens in the rain, and the road and bridge in Zhuxi Village are oblique.

The women and aunts called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the atrium.

Four o'clock pastoral rolling high miscellaneous".

Fan Chengda. The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family takes advantage of the frost and sunny rice to threak rice.

There was a light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flail sounded until dawn all night.

"April in the Country" Weng volume.

The green mountains are all over the white river, and the hail is buried in the sound of rain like smoke.

There are few idlers in the countryside in April, so the sericulture is planted again.

New Cool" Xu Ji.

The water is full of fields, the rice leaves are full, the sunlight penetrates the trees, and the smoke is low.

The yellow warbler also loves the new cool and good, flying through the green mountains and crying in the shadows.

Deer Chai. Wang wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, shining on the moss.

Spring dawn. Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I hear the source of the owl everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Birdsong stream. Wang wei.

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Takesatokan. Wang wei.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Sujian Dejiang. Meng Haoran.

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

Yamanaka. Wang wei.

Jingxi white stone out, the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet.

Du Fu's "Quatrain":

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Land tour Shanxi Village

Mo Da laughed at the farmer's wine, and the guests were full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the old branches are raised.

Another village.

Du Fu's "Quatrain".

Two waiters are yellow orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Wang Wei's "Return to Songshan Works".

Qingchuan takes a long and thin belt, and the carriages and horses go to leisure.

If the flowing water is intentional, the twilight birds will return to each other.

The deserted city is in the ancient crossing, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains.

Coming back and retreating.

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