Poems about the idyllic scenery of Xin Qiji, pastoral poems of Xin Qiji?

1. The moon in the Xijiang River and the night walk in the Huangsha Road are frightening the magpies, and the cicadas are chirping in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Second, Yulou Chun, three, three, two, two, whose daughter, three, three, two, and two, listen to the songbird branches.

It has been a long time since the pot has been drinking, and the Po must go early when the cake is burnt.

Drunk, he forgot the way he came, and asked the pedestrians where they lived.

Only look for the ancient temple side, but also cross the black tree in Xinan.

3. Qingpingle Village House The thatched eaves are low and small, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops; The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

Fourth, the partridge day and spring into the plain cauliflower, spring into the plain cauliflower, the new ploughing after the rain.

The amorous white-haired spring is helpless, and the green curtain wine is easy to credit in the evening.

Leisure, fine career, there is mulberry hemp on the west side of the bullpen.

Whose daughter is in a green skirt, go to see the outside while the silkworm is alive.

Fifth, the partridge day Mo on the soft mulberry broken buds, Mo on the soft mulberry broken buds, the east of the silkworm species has given birth to some.

Pinggang fine grass chirps yellow calves, and the slanting sun and cold forest point twilight ducks.

The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal, and there are people in Qingqigu wine.

The peach and plum in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the creek and the cauliflower.

Xin Qiji (1140-1207), a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The original word Tanfu, changed to You'an, alias Jiaxuan, Han nationality, Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong) people.

At the time of his birth, the Central Plains had been occupied by the Jin soldiers.

At the age of 21, he joined the Anti-Jin Rebellion and soon returned to the Southern Song Dynasty.

He successively served as pacification envoy in Hubei, Jiangxi, Hunan, Fujian, and eastern Zhejiang.

All his life, he fought against gold.

Qingpingle: Village dwelling, the thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman. The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of the river, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, the favorite child is dead, and the west head is lying on the lotus canopy.

1, "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Translation: The bright moon on the horizon rose above the treetops, startling the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to blow the cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice, people talk about the harvest year, and the sound of frogs in their ears is heard, as if talking about the harvest year.

Light clouds floated in the sky, twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, and a light rain fell in front of the mountain, and I hurriedly crossed the stream from the small bridge to avoid the rain. In the past, the thatched hut shop next to the woods near the Land Temple** went? Turning a corner, the thatched shop suddenly appeared in front of him.

2, "Qingpingle Village Residence".

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops; The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Translation: The thatched eaves of the thatched hut are low and small, and the brook is covered with green grass. The Wu dialect with drunken flavor sounds gentle and beautiful, whose family is the old man with white hair?

The eldest son was hoeing grass in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son was busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved is the youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling the freshly plucked lotus flowers.

3, "Partridge Heaven, Mo Shang Rousang Breaks the Tender Shoots".

Mo on the soft mulberry broke the buds, and the silkworm seeds in the east have given birth. The grass in Pinggang chirps yellow calves, and the cold forest dots the crows in the slanting sun.

The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal, and there are people in Qingqigu wine. The peach and plum in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the creek and the cauliflower.

Translation: On the side of the roadside in the field, buds have bloomed on the soft new branches of mulberry trees, and silkworms have hatched from the silkworms of the neighbor's house to the east. The flat ridge is covered with fine grass, small oxen are mooing, the setting sun is slanting through the forest in the cold spring season, and the trees are dotted with a few evening crows.

The green hills are far and near, the paths are criss-crossed, and there are people selling wine under the guise of green cloth wine. Although the peach blossoms and plums in the city are gorgeous, they are afraid of wind and rain, and only the buckcauliflower that grows along the stream can be regarded as real spring.

Xin Qiji's pastoral poems are:

Partridge Sky Mo Shang Rousang Breaks the Tender Shoots".

Mo on the soft mulberry broke the buds, and the silkworm seeds in the east have given birth. The grass in Pinggang chirps yellow calves, and the cold forest dots the crows in the slanting sun.

The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal, and there are people in Qingqigu wine. The peach and plum in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the creek and the cauliflower.

Qingpingle Village Residence".

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops; The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Qingpingle Village Residence".

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman. The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops; The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Partridge Sky Mo Shang Rousang Breaks the Tender Shoots".

Mo on the soft mulberry broke the buds, and the silkworm seeds in the east have given birth. The grass in Pinggang chirps yellow calves, and the cold forest dots the crows in the slanting sun.

The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal, and there are people in Qingqigu wine. The peach and plum in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the creek and the cauliflower.

Xin Qiji's pastoral poems are:

Partridge Sky Mo Shang is the world of soft mulberry and broken shoots".

Mo on the soft mulberry broke the buds, and the silkworm seeds in the east have given birth. The grass in Pinggang chirps yellow calves, and the cold forest dots the crows in the slanting sun.

The mountains are far and near, the road is horizontal, and there are people in Qingqigu wine. The peach and plum in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the creek and the cauliflower.

Qingpingle Village Residence".

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops; The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The bright moon finch with limbs and branches startled the magpie clan, and the breeze chirped cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

"Xijiang Moon: Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road" is a poem by Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty that sings about the pastoral scenery.

A sentence in the word describing a good harvest ("The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. "It has always been praised by people.

Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.