Ancient poems about pastoral scenes, ancient poems about pastoral scenes

"April in the countryside" is green all over the mountains and plains, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-rules. There are few idlers in the countryside in April, so the sericulture is planted again.

Four o'clock pastoral miscellaneous "daytime and night, the children of the village are in charge. The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

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

The daylight rises to change the fields and perform hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

Ancient poems come in a variety of forms, such as four-word, five-word, seven-word, and miscellaneous words. The following is a collection of ancient poems describing idyllic scenes.

1, "Two Quatrains".

Don Du Fu. 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 round-ridged swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

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, "The Old Man's Village".

Don Meng Haoran.

The old man Gu Ji millet invited me to Tian's house early. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside. Kaixuan noodles and oranges shouted infiltrated the field garden, and talked about the wine. Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

4, "Gongchuan Idle Residence Presents Pei Xiucaidi".

Don Wangwei. 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 summer value is drunk, and the wild song is in front of the five willows.

Ancient poems come in a variety of forms, such as four-word, five-word, seven-word, and miscellaneous words. The following is a collection of ancient poems describing idyllic scenes.

1, "Two Quatrains".

Don Du Fu. 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.

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, "The Old Man's Village".

Don 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.

4, "Gongchuan Idle Residence Presents Pei Xiucaidi".

Don Wangwei. 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 summer value is drunk, and the wild song is in front of the five willows.

Ancient poems come in a variety of forms, such as four-word, five-word, seven-word, and miscellaneous words. The following is a collection of ancient poems describing idyllic scenes.

1, "Two Quatrains".

Don Du Fu. 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.

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, "The Old Man's Village".

Don 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.

4, "Gongchuan Idle Residence Presents Pei Xiucaidi".

Don Wangwei. 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 summer value is drunk, and the wild song is in front of the five willows.

Four o'clock pastoral miscellaneous.

Song Fan Chengda.

Purple and green lettuce rolls are fragrant with lotus, and jade snow celery sprouts are long. Self-picking the creek wool is charged for the evening, and the short canopy stays in Hengtang in the wind and rain.

The old lotus lotus has been renovated, and the small lotus money has not risen. Considering the tight wind and waves of the plum sky, the reed roots are planted from the outside water.

Butterflies both enter the cauliflower, and there are no guests to Tian's house for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked, and it was known that a merchant had come to buy tea.

The skirt is full of green apple islands, and the upper side is slightly cold and lazy to travel. The sound of frogs in the twilight is noisy, and this year's rice is very autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas come out in the morning to see the seedlings. The flowers are full of mulberry and hemp, and the wind comes to Ahuixiang.

The thirty silkworms are taboo closed, and there is no trace of the neighboring songs. It is still a sunny wind and dew, and the mulberry picking season is temporarily met.

Around the Khan Lai a ridge of water, the years are not half of the snail. If you don't look at the revetment, the boat will support the return of the field.

The grass needle is soft and gradually wrapped, and the fluffy acid is half dyed red. When the children returned from picking, they laughed, and the head of the cane hung a small basket.

Gu Yu is like silky dust, and the floating wax in the boiling bottle is trying something new. The peony breaks the calyx and the cherry is ripe, and the flying flowers are not allowed to reduce the spring.

After the rain, the mountain home got up late, and the skylight was half dark. The old man listened to the warbler's chirping, and the boy opened the door to let Yan Fei.

The black bird casts into the forest and passes by sparsely, and the smoke in the front mountain is twilight to the firewood. The child is like a leaf, and he returns alone to make a duck formation.

At four o'clock, the pastoral miscellaneous is twelve unique.

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 wants to move and the rain is urging frequently, and thousands of grass and flowers are blooming; The barren furrow behind the house is still green, and the neighbors whip 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 uncultivated; The peach is full of spring, and the song and drums pass the Qingming.

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.

Guo wrapped the family to sweep back, and the newly opened mash wine recommended green plums. Richang Road is close to the city gate, borrow me a thatched pavilion to warm a cup.

There is a good heart for walking in 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.

No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Four o'clock pastoral miscellaneous.

Song Fan Chengda.

The black bird casts into the forest and passes by sparsely, and the smoke in the front mountain is twilight to the firewood.

The child is like a leaf, and he returns alone to make a duck formation.

Four o'clock pastoral miscellaneous.

Song 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.

Four o'clock pastoral miscellaneous.

Song Fan Chengda.

The day rises and the night produces 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.

c Homesickness. Silent Night Thoughts [Tang] Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Rainy [Tang] Bai Juyi.

The fog is heavy today, and the rivers and mountains are deep here.

The sound of the beach is more urgent, and the gorge is cloudy.

Looking at the clouds and covering the eyes, homesick raindrops.

How will you comfort the solitude? Rely on this north window piano.

Cold food in the guest. Tang] Li Zhong.

The trip was cold food, homesick tear wipes.

The music book is broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain in spring.

There is no clue to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.

Lose to his suburbs, how many people go to the green.

Autumn thoughts on the river bank. Tang] Du Xunhe.

Drive the horse by the river, nostalgia is born step by step.

Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicadas in your hand.

The autumn crops are long, and the cold clouds are about the ancient city.

The family is poor and has no land to return to farming.

Send friends on the river to travel south.

Tang] Zhang Qiao. Where nostalgia accumulates, the end of the world gathers turbulence.

The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine and go through the fishing house, divide the lights and fishing boats.

When Xiaoxiang sees the geese, he should think of traveling alone.

Homesick for [Tang] Buxie.

Lubei pedestrians are absolute, and Yunnan has not returned the letter.

The flowers in front of the court are not swept, and the willows outside the door are climbed.

Sitting for a long time to sell silver candles, worrying about reducing jade face.

Suspense autumn night moon, thousands of miles to take care of the mountain.

Homesick in the winter mountains.

Tang] Zhou He. Ohno began to be strict, and the clouds and the sky were clear.

The trees are cold and scarce, and the mountains are rarely monks.

Collect the snow in the window on the back day, and open the furnace to release inkstone ice.

Suddenly returned to his homeland, and wanted to live in Xiling.

Yunmeng Ancient City Autumn Look.

Tang] Rong Yu. The ruins of the old country are here, and you want to visit the old one.

Once the people change, thousands of years of water and empty flow.

The dream of Zhu is late, and the Jingmen trees are autumn.

The clouds are not dispersed, and the nostalgia is seen from afar.

In addition to the night as [Tang] Gao Shi.

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad.

The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is sad for another year.

Hometown apricot blossoms. Don] Sikong diagram.

Send flowers and wine to enjoy the new bloom, the left flower branch and the right cup.

If you want to ask about flowers and branches and cups of wine, why are people different?

Homesickness outside the river. Tang] Wei Zhuang.

Every year in the spring, the foreign land is sad, and the Duqu yellow warbler can be known.

It was also sunset on the bank of the river, and there was a trace of smoke and willows.

Yuanwang [Tang] Yuanzhi.

The eyes are full of sad winter scenery and, a mountain mangrove temple side.

Zhongxuan is infinitely homesick and tears, and Zhangshui flows eastward with jasper waves.

and Sanxiang poems. Tang] Gao Qu.

Thousands of mountains and mountains in the north and south, Xuanche who does not miss home.

Let's give you a few famous songs.

Drinking (Tao Yuanming).

The knot is in the human realm, and there is 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.

Tour Shanxi Village [Song] 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.

Meng Haoran "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 garden, and talk about the wine.

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

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.

Ambition * Wang Ji.

Donggao is looking forward to the twilight, where is the desire to rely on?

The trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only sunset.

The shepherds drove the calves back, and the hunting horses brought back the fowls.

There is no acquaintance with each other, and the long song is full of flowers.

Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran (Tang) Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere.

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

Village Residence" Gao Ding (Qing) The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

What I saw" Yuan Mei (Qing) The shepherd boy rode a ox, and the song vibrated Lin Yue.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Small Pond" Yang Wanli (Song) The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

Drinking alcohol (Part 5).

Eastern Jin Dynasty] Tao Yuanming.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

Ask you how can you do it? The heart is far away from itself.

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.