A poem about the countryside in June (a poem describing June)

1. Poem 1, describing crossing the sea on the evening of June 20th.

Excerpts from the original text:

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.

Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.

In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.

I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.

Explanation:

It was midnight when the ship crossed the sea, and the stars were hanging in the sky. The handle of the big dipper has turned very low. Continuous rain always stops; The wind that keeps blowing all day will always stop.

The dark clouds in the sky have dispersed and a bright moon is hanging in the sky. I wonder who arranged the embellishment of this scenery. In fact, the face of the sky and the color of the sea are clear and innocent, and no external force is needed to wash them.

I wanted to learn to quit the officialdom with a fork, but now I don't have to. Confucius' thoughts are superfluous to me. Now that the political situation has leveled off, I have generally understood the warm music of the Yellow Emperor's Fairy Pool.

Exiled to this remote desert island in the south, I had a narrow escape, but I have no regrets. Because this trip to the south is amazing, which is unprecedented in my life.

2, Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

Excerpts from the original text:

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Explanation:

The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves spread layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.

On June 27, 3, stone's "Looking at the Lake Building Drunk Book".

Excerpts from the original text:

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

Explanation:

Dark clouds surge up, just like splashing ink, but a mountain is exposed on the horizon. The splash caused by heavy rain is like white beads and gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds all over the sky. The water in the West Lake was as blue as a mirror, bright and gentle.

4. Tang, "Send Li Wei as an envoy to the Western Expedition of the loyalist"

Excerpts from the original text:

The Flame Mountain is hotter in June, and the Red Crossing is afraid of pedestrians.

Knowing that you often cross Qilian City, you won't be afraid to see Luntai Moon.

Please dismount, enter Luzai Restaurant and take you to the west ten thousand miles away.

Fame comes only from horses. What a hero.

Explanation:

The Flame Mountain in June is even hotter, and the intersection of Chiting is afraid of breaking pedestrians.

Knowing that you often cross Qilian City, where are you afraid to see Luntai Moon?

Please dismount and enter the inn temporarily, and send you to attack Hu thousands of miles west.

Fame and fortune are only for a while. You are really a hero.

5. Tang Nie's Home

Excerpts from the original text:

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.

The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.

Explanation:

Dad plowed in the mountains, and his son reclaimed land at the foot of the mountain. It was June, the rice in the field had not yet headed, and the warehouse where the government collected taxes had been repaired and was waiting to be harvested.

2. Poems about June In June, the Quyuan Opera House was full of fresh air, the lotus was full of lake fragrance, and the red and green fans reflected clear waves.

Mulan boat is like a flower girl, a lotus house, and Ai 'er. Xiuzhu Village is an old woman who lives by the river.

When you go out, you only hear the sound of "goo goo", and there are paths in the forest. Green bamboo garden behind the house, buttonwood tree in front of the house.

My cousin took my hand and went to the river to catch fish. On a midsummer night in Taoyuan, adults shake cattail fans and children catch dragonflies.

The cicada in the tree sings freely, whether you listen or not. Talking about what's going on in the world is comfortable and relaxing.

Lie down and count the stars. Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters.

The crimson snow is bright red, and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold. Gao Ming wrote new songs, and Fang Wei once recommended "Big Official".

The frost in Five Blessingg is still there, and a few oblique piles of stones are withered. Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain.

The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse. Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On the night of June 3rd, the cicada Bai Juyi fell in Qing Xiang, and the willow wind blew.

On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound. At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.

I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again. I wonder who rowed the boat last month.

3. A poem describing June: Smelling cicadas on June 3rd.

Tang Bai Juyi

Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind.

On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound.

At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.

I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.

I wonder who rowed the boat last month.

Five drunken books in Wang Hu Building on June 27th.

Song sushi

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

Release the fish and turtles one by one, and the ownerless lotus blooms everywhere.

Water pillows can make mountains pitch, and wind and ships drift around the moon.

No matter what money it is, Wuling white cockroaches are stuck in vegetables.

Suddenly, I remembered to taste a new spiritual point of view. I stayed in the river and had a meal.

Mulan, the girl who sent flowers, was radiant, the drizzle was oblique and wet and green.

Infinite Zhou Fang was born in Du Ruo, but Wu Er didn't know what Chu said.

If you don't have a chat, you can get a long time of leisure and win a temporary leisure.

I feel more secure when I am homeless, and there are no such good lakes and mountains in my hometown.

Wushen was caught in a fire in mid-June.

Tao Jin Yuanming

Send a message to the poor lane thatched cottage, willing to resign from Huaxuan.

While Xia Feng was in a hurry, the forest room burned to death.

There is an empty house in front of the boat.

In the new autumn and night, the elegant moon will be round.

Fruits and vegetables have come back to life, but the birds haven't come back yet.

Midnight in the distance, expecting nine days a week.

I've always been lonely. I've been elected for forty years.

The person in charge of the spiritual building is lonely,

Zhen Gang has its own quality, but Shi Naian is not strong.

When I missed Todo, the rest of the grain stayed in Nakata.

I didn't think about it. I slept from morning till night.

Because I didn't meet here, I watered my garden.

4. Poems describing rural scenery Ancient poems describing rural scenery

1, "two quatrains"

Don du fu

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

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

2. Zhulou

Don

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.

Step 3 pass by the village of the old man

Tang Meng Hao ran

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.

4. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.

Don

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? .

5. "Return to the Garden" I.

Song Tao Yuanming

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

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. "Pastor's Speech"

Tang Libai

Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

7. Chai Lu

Don

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.

8. An autumn night in the mountains

Don

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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. April in the country

Song Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining 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 Song Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

5. Poems about the countryside. Which other poets also love the beautiful rural life? Wang Wei, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once lived a semi-official and semi-secluded pastoral life. "After the rain, the mountains are empty, and beginning of autumn is at dusk. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream ",what a pleasant and sweet life. Meng Haoran, a poet, is more attached to the landscape and countryside. "We open your window, across the garden, holding a cup in our hand, and talking nonsense. Wait until the mountain holiday, I will come back in chrysanthemum time. "It is estimated that we also have such a realm, and we are also happy to be chic between mountains and rivers.

The theme of the countryside is endless, and poets often write new things, with endless artistic conception and fun. The following ancient poems describing rural life are catchy and popular. I hope you like them.

1, Benjamin Tang Nong Li Shen

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

2. Returning to the Garden and Tao Yuanming's Life in Wei and Jin Dynasties

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

3. Gu Kuang, a farmer in Tang Dynasty.

Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.

Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.

4. Lingyangxi to Baitang in Setan, Xia Jing County

The flowing water in Setan is endless, and apes are running on both sides of the mountain.

If Bai Bo rolls snow, his side feet won't be plump.

Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.

5. Weng Juan's April song in the countryside.

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

6. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman in the river in the Song Dynasty

People who come to the river often only love perches.

Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.

7. Farmers are strict with people's soup

In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

8. Zhi Zhu Ci Liu Yuxi Tang

There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others.

The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her.

9. Fisherman Qing

Fresh fish costs 200 yuan, and rice is put back on the boat to cook.

It is difficult to burn wet reeds and bask in the ancient weeping willows.

10, woodcutter Xiao Dezao Song

A load of dry wood is an ancient ferry, and it's good to go shopping for a day.

Go back to the bottom of the ravine to sharpen knives and axes and make plans for the whole family tomorrow.

1 1, Four Seasons Pastoral Mixed Prosperity Song Fan Chengda

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.

12, Muxu Tang Cui Daorong

The shepherd boy dressed up deliberately in a raincoat and a straw hat.

When grazing, lying on the back of cattle playing piccolo, Niu Geng blowing his head by the river.

Waiting ... too much, there is no enumeration!

6. Poems about pastoral 1 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road goes west,

The sun went down,

And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.

Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

4 Passing by an old friend Zhuang 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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

5 Yi people Zheng:

Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.

There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.

6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Gui Tian Yuan ju

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. 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.

7. What are the solar terms and agricultural originality in the poems about rural areas?

In January, mild cold is followed by severe cold, and the fields are irrigated in winter. The sound of the machine rumbled, the song was loud, and the motor sang a new chapter.

In February, beginning of spring celebrated the New Year, but it didn't rain and it snowed. The policy of enriching the people has won good results.

In March, I was shocked by the spring equinox. I took off my cotton-padded clothes and put on my light clothes. Go into battle lightly and dare to climb the peak of science and technology.

In April, the ancestors were sacrificed at Qingming Festival, and the martyrs were not forgotten to fight for the country. Grain Rain planted cotton and melon beans, and felt at ease after spring planting.

In May, the long summer harvest is full and the wheat waves are endless. Sunset sets, smoke rises, and heroes laugh and sing.

In June, when the wheat is ripe, the harvest is only in a snap. The fields are shaded by trees, welcoming the summer solstice, and the shepherd boy Liu Xia catches cicadas.

In July, the summer heat is unbearable, and the dog days are unbearable. The air conditioner was bought to cool the room temperature, and the old cattail leaf fan was put aside.

In August, beginning of autumn was very busy and saw the sickle in three days in summer. Autumn harvest and autumn planting are well prepared and everything is ready.

September is full of white dew and jade beads. After the autumnal equinox, I am busy plowing. There is nothing to worry about when you have planted enough wheat, and the Mid-Autumn moon cakes are also full.

/kloc-geese fly to Jiangnan in October, and the weather turns cold after the first frost. Cotton-padded clothes are made into angelica, don't just make big money outside.

Winter snow and winter are closely linked, and time flies. Year after year, happy days are sweeter than honey.

The face of the mountain village has changed greatly, with green trees and red buildings. Keep pace with the times, have a bright future and build a harmonious smile.