Classical pastoral poetry

There are many ancient poems in China, and the poems of many famous poets have been handed down from generation to generation. The following are some classic pastoral poems I have compiled. Welcome to read!

Passing through the village of the old man

Don? 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.

Look at Lushan Waterfall

Don? Lipper

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Baidi City was released in advance.

Don? Lipper

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Zhuliguan

Don? Wang Wei

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.

Twelve pastoral miscellaneous songs in spring

Song? Chengda Fan

At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green.

It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.

The paste of the earth is constantly urged by the rain, and all flowers bloom.

Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.

Gaotian Ermai is connected with Qingshan, and the Qingtian near the water is not cultivated.

Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity.

Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society.

The witch feels that the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.

The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard.

The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.

Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring.

It was Niumo's road ahead and moved to the west side of the gate.

Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green.

Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.

Li Guo's family paid tribute to him and opened a new wine to recommend Qing Mei.

The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting.

Step by step according to the river, no constant rain, hoof water like a cup.

With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back.

Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children.

The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries.

Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan.

I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.

Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender.

Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.

Twelve pastoral miscellaneous poems in late spring

Song? Chengda Fan

Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds.

Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.

The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen.

Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.

Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time.

The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.

The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out.

Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings.

Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.

The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen.

It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.

There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water.

Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.

The smell of wool needles is soft and smooth, full of delicious food.

The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.

The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring.

Buds are on the banks of bamboo shoots, and neem trees are blooming.

Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product.

Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.

After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright.

The old man listened to the warbler on the pillow, and the boy opened the door and let the swallow fly.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

Miscellaneous notes of summer resort

Song? Chengda Fan

( 1)

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

(2)

In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc.

The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.

(3)

Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family.

There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind.

(4)

Boiling soup and snow waves, noisy cars

Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons.

(5)

The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax.

Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes.

(6)

Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch;

Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.

(7)

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

(8)

The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs.

The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.

(9)

Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house.

Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.

( 10)

Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late.

The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly.

( 1 1)

I've been working hard to plough, and my blood refers to the bloody ghost.

I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.

( 12)

As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long.

If we don't treat the deaf and dumb people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa?

Twelve pastoral songs in autumn

Song? Chengda Fan

Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond.

Worm silk I do Huang Kui leaves, silent calendar high lace evening breeze.

The evening of Zhumen Bridge is boiling and cheering, and the evening of Tian She is quiet.

Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to care about crossing the river.

Orange borer, such as silkworm, enters the chemical machine, and cocoon, such as hemp fiber, hangs between branches;

Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.

Look at the spider's low net. It stops the worm from flying for no reason.

Embarrassed, the dragonfly hangs upside down and urges Shan Tong to save him.

It's hard to hang down, but also to avoid wind and rain, it's colder.

Take public leave, plunder surplus grain, reward private debts, and lose official positions.

There is only rain in Qiu Lai, but there is no cloud in Jiazi.

After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until the warehouse is cleared.

The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is diving, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky.

Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city.

The newly-built ridge is flat and flat, and every family plays rice, and first frost is sunny;

Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls.

If you lose in two minutes, you will still win.

The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will get drunk for a career.

I wonder if it's new. Fine-pound ~ buy d fish,

Fine pounds ~ sell fish, and the west wind blows four-cheeked bass.

Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.

The new frost announced the depth of autumn and dyed the green forest into valerian forest.

Only the orange garden has different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.

Twelve winter pastoral miscellaneous songs

Song? Chengda Fan

When the sun goes down and the mountains go up, the rest of my sleep goes around the suburbs of the river.

Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests.

The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk.

If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage!

Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts.

The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence.

The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room;

Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.

It's hard to build a cow palace, and the wine dolphin has hooves.

Jia Jia is diligent and exquisite, and she will plant more plants in the city next year.

Let the boat sail and see if the snow-capped mountains are sunny. The wind will be particularly cold and colder at night.

Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!

Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter.

Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish.

The wine simmered in the dream oven is as warm as soup.

Don't be angry because the old woman doesn't have a plate. A smile means that taro is fragrant in the ash.

Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year.

Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time.

Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon.

Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine.

Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south;

Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.

Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing.

The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.

Autumn rain is a thing in the country.

Don? bright

The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling.

For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland.

When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.

Turbulence flows through the nursery and rotten leaves hang all over the autumn branches.

New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.

Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli.

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain

Don? Lipper

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.

Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.

Crossing Lingshi Three Peaks

Song? Lu you

Qifeng surprised the horse, and Wu Shan in Shuling was washed away.

The ground is green, in the poems of the old songs.

The rain at Jianmen Road

Song? Lu you

When it rains lightly at Jianmen Road, dust and wine stains appear on the clothes.

Travel is everywhere. Is this body a poet?

Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.

The first period of spring rain in Lin' an

Song? Lu you

For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

Tour of Shanxi village

Song? Lu you

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

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.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

A gift from an island in the heart of the river to Mr. Baiyun Wang Jiong

Don? meng haoran

Clear water is long, and water falls on the sand island.

Back to the pool, the stone is deep, and the green Q shore is near.

Jiao Ren is invisible, and fishing songs are self-escape.

When I remember to say goodbye to you, I went boating like yesterday.

When the sun sets at night, sitting in the middle is not the only one.

Looking south at Mount Lumeng, I hate it when I come back.

Seeing Lushan Mountain in Lipeng Lake

Don? meng haoran

Space is dizzy, and the boat knows the wind.

Hanging seats for the morning hair, in the lake.

See the middle stream, and press Jiujiang Bear.

Dark l coagulates the dark color, and it is empty when it is eventful.

At the beginning of the incense burner, the waterfall sprayed Chen Hong.

For a long time, I wanted to chase after Shangzi, and I was pregnant with Yuan Gong.

I am limited to service and have no time to bow.

Huaihai will be half, and the frost will be poor.

Send a message to people who live in rocks, and come if you are interested.

On Zhang's Autumn Mountain in Country.

Don? meng haoran

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.

Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.

I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.

I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

Pastoral work

Don? meng haoran

Disadvantages are separated from dust, but the first is calm.

Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.

Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet.

It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.

Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day.

I admire swans in the sky and compete for food.

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood.

Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

Wanshan tanzuo

Don? meng haoran

I sit on the edge of a stone and fish. The water is clear and transparent, so leisurely.

Fish swam around in the shade of trees, and apes hung on the branches to fight.

The story of the goddess Yu Pei is said to have happened on this mountain.

Because I don't have such a chance to take risks, I will come back and sing oars in the moonlight.

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