Beautiful poems about the countryside, what are the beautiful poems that describe the beautiful coun

DepictionBeautiful countrysideThe beautiful verses are:

1. Plant beans under the south mountain, and the grass is 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. (Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden.")

Translation: I planted beans at the foot of the South Mountain, and the weeds were in the field.

Lush bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning to go to the field to eradicate weeds, and return with a hoe in the moonlight at night. The narrow mountain trails are overgrown with vegetation and night dew.

Wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes get wet, I just hope that it doesn't go against my will to return to the farm.

2. The green mountains are all over the white river, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-regulation. There are few idlers in the countryside in April, so the sericulture is planted again. (Weng Juan, "April in the Country.")

Translation: The grass and trees on the hillsides and fields are luxuriant, and the water in the rice fields reflects the light of the sky. The sky was misty and rainy, the cuckoos were crying, and the earth was a thriving scene. April has arrived, no one is idle, and the sericulture matter has just been finished and the rice planting is about to be planted.

3. The grass warbler flies in February, and the willows are brushed.

Drunken spring smoke. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. (Gao Ding, "Village Dwelling.")

Translation: In the second lunar month, the grass in front and behind the village has gradually sprouted and grown, yellow warbler.

Fly. The willows, draped in long green branches, swayed in the wind, as if gently caressing the embankment. The water vapor that evaporates between the water and the grass and trees gathers like smoke.

The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery. The children in the village hurried home from school and took advantage of the east wind to fly the kites into the blue sky.

4. On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. (Li Shen, "Compassion for Nong.")

Translation: At noon in the middle of summer, the sun is scorching, and the peasants are still working, and beads of sweat drip into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl is full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

5. The old man Gu Ji millet 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. (Meng Haoran, "The Old Man's Village.")

Translation: An old friend prepares a sumptuous meal and invites me to his hospitable farmhouse. Verdant forests surround the village, and green hills lie outside the city.

Pushing open the window to face the grain garden, he raised his glass and chatted about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival arrives, please come here to watch the chrysanthemums.

Tour Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty] 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.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

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

Qingpingle Village Residence".

Song Dynasty] Xin Qiji.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

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.

Rural April, Song Dynasty] Weng Juan.

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.

Village Residence" Qing Dynasty] Gao Ding.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

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