Poems about the quiet life in the countryside 1. A collection of poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry

1, two quatrains (Du Fu) Beautiful mountains and rivers, fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2. Zhuliguan (Wang Wei) I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3. Pass by my old friend Zhuang (Meng Haoran) and prepare chicken and rice for me. My old friend and you will entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. 4. Message from Suichuan Bieye (Wang Wei) The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are flowing.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . 5. Returning to the Garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming).

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. 6, pastoral words Huai (Li Bai) Chiayi three years, Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7. Chai Lu (Wang Wei) There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Autumn night in the mountains (Wang Wei) After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 9. In the countryside (Weng Juan) in April, there are white mountains and rivers everywhere. In the regular sound, the rain is like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Fan Chengda) Plum, apricot and fat, wheat and cabbage flowers thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, Tour Shanxi Village (land tour), Xiao Mo, farmers are full of wine, and tourists are full of chickens and dolphins in good years.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. 12, autumn rain pastoral (Geng Xu), the desert is dark with heavy clouds and drizzle.

For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.

Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.

Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13. There is a red calyx in Wu Xinyi Wood Dust Hibiscus (Wang Wei) Mountain.

There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, Qi went to the countryside (Wang Wei) to live in Qishui, and there was no mountain in Dongye.

The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.

What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15, to the home of Songshan (Wang Wei), the clear river flows through its bushes, like my chariot driving slowly.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. 16, Cui Puyang's younger brother, Qian (going to Shanxi is also for Weimen) (Wang Wei) is crisp in autumn, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool.

I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

17, Niaomingxi (Wang Wei) people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

18, Zhong Nanshan (Wang Wei) has a huge height close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

19, pastoral works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, singing and picking the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. From the big scattered past, Zhudeng Road in the depths of the dense forest winds for forty or fifty miles, and turns to the dangerous road of Huangniu (Wang Wei) for tens of thousands of miles, and it takes three breaks in a few miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, the four seasons are idyllic (Fan Chengda). The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are sparse, and the mountains are in front of them.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22. "Farming in Spring" (Wang Wei) Spring in the house is singing, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree.

Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. 23. A farmer (Wang Wei) by the Wei River is at the edge of the village where the sun shines obliquely. Cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

24. Xin Qingye (one night) Hope (Wang Wei) Xin Qingyuan Yekuang. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

25. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) Newly-built fields are muddy and flat, and every family plays rice while it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) I have driven the Huanghua River, which is undertaken by a waterway of Green Stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

27. Guiyuan No.2 (Tao Yuanming) has few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

28. My retreat in Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei) My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

29. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) At sunrise and night, the village children each take charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

30. There is water, rice and leaves everywhere in Xinliang (Xuji). The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is very low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

2. Poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry.

A few idle fields. _ _ _ _ ☉ Weng Juan's April in the Country 3

Open up wasteland in the south. _ _ _ _ Lu You ☉ "Watching the children in the village play on the stream" 1

Children and grandchildren haven't been released to farm and weave. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei ☉ "Weishui Farmhouse" 4

Confucian scholars are like brothers in three winters. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming ☉ "Return to the Garden, Part I" 9

It's raining outside with pigeon curtain, and I'm learning to grow melons in mulberry shade. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan ☉ "After crossing the river and crossing the mountains for a long time, the guests have returned to Hangzhou in the spring, but they are worried" 1

When the rice is ripe in the western world, thousands of couples still plow from their elders, and the rules sound like misty rain. _ _ _ _ ☉ Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven of Summer Resort 5

The mountains and plains are green, the rivers are white, the spring hoes are over the water, the hibiscus flowers fall off the fence, the bamboo filaments are long, and Fu Tian hoes back to the garden.

3. Poetry about rural life

1, I left a message for Don in Wangchuan's cabin.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

Translation:

Hanshan became particularly gloomy, and autumn water slowly flowed into the distance day by day. My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the wind. The sun is going down at the ferry, and the smoke in the village is drifting away. I met Pei Di again, the neat drunk, and I was as crazy as Tao Qian in front of me.

2. Wei in Chai Lu.

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Translation:

There is no one in the silent valley, only the voice can be heard. The shadow of the setting sun shines into the deep forest and on the moss, and the scenery is pleasant.

3. Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, "Two Jueju Sentences"

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

Translation:

The mountains and rivers are bathed in spring, so beautiful, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and couples of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm beach. The blue river reflects the snow-white feathers of waterfowl, and the gloomy mountains and red flowers are about to burn. This spring is coming to an end. What is the date of my return to China?

4, "Bamboo House" Tang

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Translation:

Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

5, "The Village of the Old Man" Tang Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Translation:

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.