Can anyone give me two ancient poems describing idyllic scenes, short ones

1. Drinking: The fifth Wei and Jin Dynasty: Tao Yuanming.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. How can you ask you? 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.

Translation: Build a house where people come and go, but without the noise of worldly interactions. If you ask me why I am like this, as long as I have high aspirations, I will naturally feel that I am in a secluded place.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the distant Nanshan Mountain comes into view. In the evening, the scenery of Nanshan is very good, the mist peaks are swirling, and the birds return together. This contains the true meaning of life, and I want to recognize it, but I don't know how to express it.

2, return to the garden and live in the countryside, the third Wei and Jin: Tao Yuanming.

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.

Translation: I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and the fields were full of wild grasses and sparse bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to go down to the ground to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night.

The trail was narrow and overgrown with vegetation, and the dew at night soaked my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes get wet, but I hope I don't go against my will to retreat.

Tour Shanxi Village.

Song Luyou Mo 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 willows and flowers are bright and another village.

A story about the idyllic landscape.

1. Cuckoo Feifei advises early ploughing, and hoes take advantage of the spring. ——Yao Nai, "Mountain Walking, Cuckoo Feifei Persuasion Early Ploughing".

2. Sell new silk in February, and sell new grain in May. ——Nie Yizhong, "Yongtian Family, Hurt Tian Family".

3. Aoi in Qingqing Garden, waiting for the sun in the morning dew. —Anonymous "Long Song Xing".

4. The fence is winding and the field is small. The clouds and trees are clear. ——Zhou Bangyan, "Poppy Beauty, Sparse Fence Winding Path Tian Family Small".

5. The green mulberry is high and reflects the Pingchuan, and the god of the race is laughing and noisy. - Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Family".

6. In the middle of the night, Hu'er took advantage of the dawn to plough, and the oxen were powerless and gradually difficult. - Yan Renyu, "Farmhouse".

7. The cow is sassy, the field is true, and the dry block knocks the cow's hooves. ——Yuan Zhen, "Tian Jia Ci Tian Jia Xing".

8. The mille-feuille stone tree is on the road, and the mountain fields release the sound of cherry water. ——Yao Nai, "Mountain Walking, Cuckoo Feifei Persuasion Early Ploughing".

9. The rain is high and the fields are white, and the ploughing is in the middle of the night. - Cui Daorong, "On the Field".

10. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ——Li Shen, "Two Ancient Styles, Two Hail and Old Cong Heads".

The white bamboo canopy cover of the small boat is also occasionally borrowed to the nearby village to play" - Lu You.

The thatched eaves drizzle wet cooking smoke, and the river road is cold and snowy. I don't love the princess Jin Luoma, and I envy him for the long white canopy boat.

The Cottage - Land Tour.

Peel and peck knock on the cottage, and the girl forks the master. The new wall is torn down, and the fish scales are broken by dredging tiles. The red grains are cooked and the millet is green. I have to sleep soundly in bed, and the cold dog is bitter.

The Cottage - Xu Hun.

Yan Yan went down to the autumn pond, and the Tian family has been busy since then. Move vegetables to clear the water, and harvest fruits to be frosty. The wild rice is slippery, and the mountain kitchen is fragrant. There is also wine in the guest house, and the house is in the thatched hall with the matter.

Xiaosi Mountain Village" - Yu Li.

Open the door to save the millet and live in the neighboring Weng Shuitou. At present, the south stream waves, last night in the west of the rain. The shepherd boy wears a short lily, and the waist flute is smoking. Don't ask the people by the water, ride a bull to the mountain.

From Baitu Village to the North Temple Two Heads - Wang Anshi.

Mu Qi Tian is out of the house, and the city is divided into shades and wilderness. The jasper line of the canal, the yellow clouds of the furrows. Hibiscus smoke stained, deep lotus water musk burning. The people in the sunset are gone, and the chickens are in groups.

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

Village Night" Tang · Bai Juyi.

Mo Ci wine is thin, and no one cultivates the millet land.

Qiang Village Three Songs: Its Three".

Don Du Fu.

Outside the sunset, jackdaws are ten thousand points, and flowing water surrounds the lonely village.

Full Court Fang, Mountain Wipe Micro Clouds".

Song · Qin Guan.

Since going to the hall on the swallow, close to the gulls in the water.

Jiangcun Tang Du Fu.

Qingjiang is a song hugging the village flow, and everything in Changxia Jiangcun is quiet.

Jiangcun Tang Du Fu.

Verses describing the pastoral scenery: the edge of the green tree village is together, and the green mountains are oblique outside.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs.

Beans. The long vines are full of white or pink-purple flowers.

Wooden sticks and bamboo sticks fence all over the vegetable garden.

A pair of beans from short to long.

From tender green to white.

But a week.

Summer heat. There's no better dish than garlic bean salad.

The aunt who poured the vegetables was flushed.

It's so hot and sweaty.

In the crook of his arm is a basket of freshly extracted beans.

Aunt said that people are not lazy.

One branch garden and three acres of land.

But the effort was worth it.

Stand in this field.

Look at this verdant landscape.

I feel young and cute.