Poems describing Tianshui

Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in the remote mountainous area. We talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Du fu's quatrains

When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.

Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.

Du fu's quatrains

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at farm wine,

In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is another village with a bright future.

Village Rain-Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village is inclined.

I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.

Now the mountain is cold and blue, autumn water flows through my hut door all day and leans on my staff. I listen to cicadas staying at the ferry in the evening breeze and sunset, and the midnight snack smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I mortgage the great hermit and sing a wild poem in Wuliu? .

Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. Who is old? The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus.

Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si

Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort to go home. Looking back, I saw my way, lying in the thick shade. I was passing a friend's farmhouse. When his child called from the thorn gate, he took me through the bamboo and green vines to grab and grab my clothes. I had a good rest, drinking wine and waving my hand to chat. I sang Long song, relaxed the wind, and the music was tired. I was drunk and happy, but Tao Ran forgot my plane.

"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda

Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter like thunder, flail bright all night.

April in the countryside-Weng Juan

It's raining like smoke in full of green. In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Ji Xu

The fields are watery, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village

In spring, bamboo fence huts are everywhere in the mountain village. There is no such thing as peace, but the lonely smoke comes from others. There is no peace in the misty rain. However, if you teach yellow calves and no one appreciates them, you can't persuade them to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in spring. Did he forget the taste of rhyme, forget the taste? In recent March, he didn't eat salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the money changed hands.

Lover-Sun Guangxian

In the thatched cottage, there is a winding stream. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to the knitting sound, listen to the sound of the shuttle passing through the house.

Partridge Sky-Su Shi

Forests cut off mountains and bamboo walls, and cicada garbage ponds. You can always see a blank bird when you turn over, and the water is red and fragrant. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day.

Rural scenery-Chen

Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the geese at dawn.

"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You

The drizzle on the eaves of Mao was wet with smoke, and the river was cold and snowy.

Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi

Clogs come out of the field, and the city is divided into yin and ye. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, crops lying in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is stained with tobacco fat, and musk deer burns deep in water. When the sun sets, people go to empty buildings and chickens flock.

Hut-land tour

Peeling and pecking at the hut, knocking at the master. The new wall will remove the turtle omen, make the tiles thinner and break the fish scales. Red grain will cook her millet, and the smoke is very heavy. If you sleep in bed, the cold dog will be bitter.

Hut-Xu Hun

Yan Yan went down the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. She moved the vegetables to the water in the distance, and the fruits were frozen. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come, have wine, and live in Maotang.

Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.

Open the door to store grain and millet, and live by Weng Shuitou. There are waves in the south today, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short coat and plays a flute at his waist to smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is 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 drunkenness, and a wild poem is sung at Wuliu? .

House of Bamboo

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.

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

Bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves bend in front of the fishing boat.

My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

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.

Zhong Nanshan

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains and a corner of the sea.

When I looked back, the clouds were behind me, and when I walked in, the fog disappeared.

A central peak divides the wilderness and climate into many valleys.

As I needed a place to spend the night, I called a woodcutter on the river.

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

My middle-aged heart found its 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.

I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.

One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the 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! .

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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.

Pheasants and wheat seedlings show, silkworms are sleeping, and mulberry leaves are peeled.

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! .

Shinharuno (working at night)

The weather is clear and Yuan Ye is vast. Very clean.

The national gate is adjacent to the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary.

White water is outside the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain.

There are no idle people in the farming month.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous road turns ten thousand turns, and three miles rest.

See the disciples in a circle, hidden in the forest hills.

Dripping rain, gurgling stone flow.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green and beautiful, green trees floating.

I used to hate hiding, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle 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.

The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.

Chai Lu

Wang Wei

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Spring Morning

meng haoran

In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon rises and the mountain birds are startled, when the spring flows.

House of Bamboo

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.

Spend the night on Jiande River.

meng haoran

When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

In the mountains.

Wang Wei

White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.

There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.

Autumn sentiment in mountain residence

Wang Wei

The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

Bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves bend in front of the fishing boat.

My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Drink wine/alcohol

Tao Yuanming

Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.

Asking what you can do is far from self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

There is truth in this, but I forgot to say what I wanted to distinguish. Twelve pastoral songs in spring

At noon in Liuhuashen Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green. Nothing will happen when you sit and sleep, and the window is full of sunny days to see silkworms. 59660.8886888866 1

The soil paste is frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers bloom; Out of the house, the border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip has crossed the wall.

Gaotian Ermai is green in the mountains, and the green in the low fields near the water is not cultivated; Taoqi Village is full of spring. When you step on the song, everything becomes clear.

Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. Witches are not afraid of light taste, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is grayer.

Under the club, money burns like thunder, the sun sets and drunkards return. The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.

Riding the east blows the lane, riding the spring like smoke. The cow was in front of the door and moved to the west of the door.

Cold food bloom is full of flowers, with green skirts and several boats lined up. Once a year, you can visit the mountain temple, but you can't climb Lingyan Mountain, that is, Tiger Hill.

Li Guojia paid a courtesy visit, and the newly-opened Laozi wine recommended plums. The road is long and the door is close, so lend me a warm Mao Ting.

It's a good idea to go for a spring outing. Water is like a cup after rain. With the help of the yellow dog, I went to the stream and suddenly came back.

Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by child birds. You stuck a needle in Van Sun Jing with a cherry on it. 8.

Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and it thundered and rained all night in Nanshan.

Under the mulberries, spring vegetables are covered with green beds, and the heart is tender and the mustard moss is fat.

Twelve pastoral poems in late spring

Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Self-collected stream wool is filled for late supply, and the short tent is left 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 has joined cauliflower, and there are no tourists coming to Tianjia for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog gave a cry. It knew that a businessman had come to buy tea. 56660.6866868666 1

The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs scream at dusk. It's very autumn this year.

In the new green garden, the air is cool, and fleas come out to see the seedlings in the morning. All flowers are floating in mulberry and hemp, and the wind is fragrant in Ferula.

In the third trimester, the silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and they met temporarily during the mulberry picking season. +0 1. 10008880806

There is no half door in the dwelling around the polluted water. Without looking at the revetment, the boat will support you to return to the farmland. 6438+02.

The fragrance of wool needles is soft and tender, sour and sweet, and it is half red. When picking, the children laughed and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.

Sea, rain, river, wind and waves are piling up, new fish and new vegetables are back in spring, buds are sprouting and bamboo shoots are sprouting. On the river, neem trees bloom and stones come. +03

Grain Rain is as slippery as dust, and a bottle of floating wax tastes new. Peony and cherry are ripe, so they can't fly in spring.

After the rain, the mountain people got up late and the sky was half dark. The old man listened to the warbler, and the boy opened the door and let the swallow fly.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The children paddled like leaves, weaving ducks and going home alone.

Twelve Miscellaneous Poems of Summer Resort

Plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat is gray and cauliflower is sparse. No one has ever crossed this long fence, but only dragonflies and butterflies can fly. 48660.6866868666 1

In May, the Mai people in Wujiang, Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the field water is one foot wide this year 15.

The autumn harvest is a hundred yuan for two wheat crops, which is called the small harvest year by the Tian family. Cake stove rice is not hungry, west wind +06 cooked.

Boiling soup, flying snow, buzzing cars, singing and dancing in the rain. Mulberry bowls greet each other, and cocoons are not as many as cotton cocoons. 58660.88868688666

My little wife went to the silk machine all night. She is eager to fly. Fortunately, this year, the silkworm was ripe, and she left a summer dress made of yellow silk.

Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower, Ding Nan stepped on the front of the car.

On this day, the children in the village mind their own business, and their children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave, so they learn to grow melons by mulberry shade. 49660.6866868866 1

The first leaf of Sophora japonica is cool, and the ears of green mice are green in pairs.

Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting by the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.

Thousands of hibiscus flowers roam freely, but the flowers are deeply lost and forget to go home late. My family knows the sailing place of the ship in secret, and sometimes the ducklings fly in a hurry. 55438+09

It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts. I can't buy fields to grow water, and the lake has recently collected rent.

As the sun sets, frogs croak and the nights are long. If the deaf and dumb are not treated, will dreams and souls compete for beds? 20

Twelve pastoral poems in autumn

Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond to each other. Worm silk is full of Huang Kui leaves, the evening breeze is high, and the flowers are quiet.

Zhumen is full of joy at night, but silent at night. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to cross 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.

Seeing that the spider's web is very low, it stopped the insect's flight for no reason. Dragonfly hangs upside down, calling Shan Tong to save it. 38660.68868688686

It's not easy to get things done, but it's colder to avoid the wind and rain. I sued for public holidays, plundered leftovers, was rewarded with private debts and lost to officials.

Qiu Lai is afraid that the rain will fall and there will be no clouds in Jiazi. After the rice was harvested, it was sunny until the warehouse was ready.

The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to hermits, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky. The water outside is sky and 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; There was a light thunder in the laughter, and the flail rang all night.

When chartering a boat, I returned with a full load, and the particles were as white as pearls. If you lose a welcome every two minutes, you can still win chaff and fill the room.

The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will be drunk for life. I wonder if the new drops are comparable? Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.

Fine pounded fish for sale, and the west wind blows four-faced bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.

The new frost declared the autumn deep, and the green forest was dyed into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has a different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.

Twelve winter pastoral miscellanies

In the sunset, the mountains are low and the moon is high. After sleeping, the medicine goes around the suburb of the river. Frost and wind broke thousands of forest leaves, and the branches were idle.

The day before yesterday, the back eaves seemed to be baking. After getting drunk, I felt sleepy. You can't get into any official position if you go through the door, and the side hat cage whips the north wind!

Add a handful of grass to the house, and the wall of the dense mud house looks like a monk's hut. From the shade of the classroom, the wind roared, and Yu Di rang at the end of the fence.

The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; When I come to wipe the south window paper at night, I feel that the sunset is twice as red.

Gansu lacks the cow palace, and the wine dolphin lacks the soil. The calf is not as long as the calf and will be planted across the city next year.

Let the boat sail to see the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind will be extremely cold and the night will be more condensed. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice! 28

Pulled snow on the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter. Zhumen meat is tasteless, just an ordinary dish.

Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup. The old woman in Chen Mo, who had no plates, laughed at the smell of chestnuts in the ashes.

Boiled wine is waxed before spring, then steamed, and the urn head is clear within one year. How can living in the mountains be like living in a happy place? When glutinous rice first entered the city, it was forbidden to enter the city. 59660.88868688666

The yellow paper shovel rented white paper to urge him to come to the country in the afternoon. The Chief Executive's brain is too dry in winter. Please buy wine for Green Money.

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.

See the winter custom in the village lane, and the neighbors talk about worshipping firewood. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven at home.