The poems about the countryside in the verse (urgent about the poems in the countryside plot)

1. urgent about the rustic plot of the poem

"rustic complex" in the citation of the poem collation of the good times and beautiful scenery Naihe day Soap robe "the original beautiful flowers bloomed all over, like this is paid with the broken wells and decadent walls.

The good times and the good times are not so good! Jinping people too see this Shaoguang cheap!" Appreciation: This is Tang Xianzu's "Peony Pavilion" "garden tour" in a song.

Inspired by Chunxiang, Du Liniang disobeyed her parents and her tutor's admonition and went out of her hermitage to see a beautiful new world. She deplores the fact that her youth is buried in a small courtyard, and it causes her self-awakening.

Here there is dissatisfaction with propriety, love of nature and youth, marveling at the colors of spring and sentimentality about fate. Xie Lingyun's "Preface to the Poem on the Collection of the Prince of Wei in Yecheng": "It is difficult to combine the four in the world: a good time and a beautiful view, and the appreciation of the heart."

Linjiang Xian - Memories of the Past (1) The young man who passed the cup under the horse went away on the horse, and the youth's wildness can be boasted. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but the second time I saw it, it was a very good one. The winds of autumn in Luoyang are blowing, and I remember the orchids with tears in my eyes. I am not going to say that my love is the same as before, but I am going to say that the old man is at the end of the world.

Night Rain Sends North Li Shangyin (李商隐), "You ask for the return date is not yet due, Bashan night rain rises in the autumn pool. When you cut the candles in the west window, you will be able to talk about the night rain in Bashan.

Appreciation: This poem was written by Li Shangyin when he stayed in Sichuan, sending his wife Wang's memory. The poem was written by Li Shangyin when he was staying in Bashu, and he was thinking of his wife Wang.

He dang two lines: Imagine the scene of late-night conversation after returning home. The candle has been burning for a long time, and the center of the candle has formed a flower in the shape of a spike, which dims the candlelight, and must be cut with candle scissors.

When, as in when. But, back.

"Crossing the Han River" by Song Zhiwen (宋之问) The sound and letters outside the ridge are cut off, after winter and spring. I don't dare to ask anyone about it."

Appreciation: This poem was written by the author when he fled to Luoyang from the relegated place of Takizhou (present-day Luoding County, Guangdong Province), passing through the Han River (Xianghe River, which flows in the middle of the Han River). The deported person, who has not communicated with his family for many years, misses his family day and night; he also knows that his family during this period is also thinking of him y.

On the way home, he wanted to arrive home earlier, and wanted to see a townsman, first to know the situation at home, which is human nature. But the poet said: "near the countryside feeling more timid", a "timid" word to reflect the author's complex and contradictory feelings.

He was afraid to hear some bad news, who knows some of the situation at home, which is human nature.

He was afraid to hear some bad news, who knows what unfortunate things will happen at home in this period of time.

So instead, he "did not dare to ask the man who came".

"ferry Sangqian" Liu Soap guest sheds and state dozens of frost, the return heart day and night to remember Xianyang; no end and ferry Sangqian water, but look forward to and state is the hometown.

The first two lines are written in the feelings of the longtime visitor to the state. The author has been living in the state for ten years, ten years is a very long time, the accumulated nostalgia, for a person living in a foreign land, it is tormented enough to be difficult, "return to the heart of the day and night to remember the Xianyang", a profound expression of the author's sadness of homesickness day and night.

However, as if fate was against the poet, he could not return to Xianyang, but embarked on a more distant journey.

The Song of the Traveling Son Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son.

Who says an inch of grass heart, reward three spring sunshine.

From the auditory, visual, tactile multi-angle description, can be said to be a word for a thousand words, refining the sentence to mention the word can be said to be common people can not be, the mother's love in simple and simple words expressed in such a vivid image, meticulous.

The people in the shop are like the moon, and their wrists are covered in snow and ice. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.

Appreciation: This word is only two lines of scenery, but in a pictorial style, drawing the most important characteristics of the water towns in Jiangnan, leaving the reader a great space for imagination. The beauty of the people in Jiangnan is written only on the white wrist of the women in the kiln, and the beauty of "like the moon" leaves the reader with a great deal of room for imagination.

The beginning of the "everyone said" this side of the description of the technique, convincing. General travelers will always send out "want to return" but not the feelings, and the end of the lyric and clever echo of the beginning, against the tradition of using, that travelers and residents should die in this old age, otherwise it will be regrettable, playful and very innovative.

"Farewell to Wang Serving the Royal Wei" Meng Haoran Silence, after all, how to wait, the dynasty empty since the return. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, I was so happy to see him.

The world of the soulmate is a rare place. The first thing you need to do is to keep your eyes open for a new one.

Appreciation: This poem should be the author's work when he left Chang'an, the main complaint.

The enjambment is written in the title, "Farewell", and the cervical couplet explains the reason for the self-return - it's because there are fewer soulmates, and the road is not used, so if you don't go now, when will you wait?

The language is plain and simple, close to colloquial, and does not pay attention to couplets, so it goes with the flow.

At this time, someone said to Xiang Yu: "Guanzhong blocked the mountains and rivers, four plugs, the land is fertile, can be all thought of as a hegemony." （But when Xiang Yu saw that the Qin palace had been burned, and was eager to return to the east, he said, "If you don't go back to your hometown, you're not going to be as rich as you are, and you're not going to be able to walk in your clothes at night, so who would know about it?" (Xiang Yu's Chronicle) The man said, "People say that the Chu people are like monkeys with crowns, and it's true."

(Xiang Yu's Chronicle) The king of Xiang was furious and cooked him to death.

Please go up to the Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar with ten thousand vassals." Appreciation: "South Garden" group of thirteen poems ****, is Li He lived in the countryside garden of miscellaneous chants, this poem is the fifth of them, reflecting the author is willing to give up the martial arts, for the country's service aspirations. South Garden, Li He Fuchang former residence of the idyllic garden.

Custodial birds love the old forest, and pond fish miss the old abyss. [Today's translation]: Birds in cages are nostalgic for the woods where they used to live, and fish in ponds miss the deep water where they used to live.

[Appreciation]: This is Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden.

2. What are the ancient poems about "local sentiment"

1, "Silent Night Thoughts"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.

2, "Fisherman's Pride - Autumn Thoughts"

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles, and the wild geese in Hengyang are not paying attention to it. The sound of the border on all sides is even the horn, a thousand roaches, the long smoke and sunset lonely city closed.

A cup of turbid wine, a million miles away from home, Yan Ran has not yet returned to no plan. The Qiang tube is a long time frosty ground, people do not sleep, the general white hair, the tears of the conscripts.

3, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guest, every festive season doubly homesick.

The brothers are far away from the place where they climbed up to the top, and there are fewer dogwoods in them.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?

5, "Looking at the Moon and Remembering its Distance"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time.

The lover complains about the distant night, and thinks of each other in the evening.

The candle is out, the light is full, and the clothes are full of dew.

I am sorry to give you this gift, but I am still dreaming of a better time.

3. and home-related poems

The sea rises bright moon, the end of the world *** this time" (Zhang Jiuling),

"Every festive season doubly think of relatives" (Wang Wei),

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, low thinking of the hometown " (Li Bai),

"The dew is white from tonight, the moon is bright in the hometown" (Du Fu),

"The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi),

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Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger, and I miss my family twice as much at festivals.

The brothers' place of ascension is known far away, and there are fewer cornelian dogs in them.

A Mother's Chant

The thread in the hands of a loving mother,

The clothes on the body of a wandering child.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother,

The clothes on the body of a wandering son.

Who says the grass has a heart of gold,

to repay the three spring sunshine.

The Yellow Crane Tower

The Sunny River is full of Hanyang trees,

and the grass is full of Parrot Island.

Where is the countryside at the end of the day?

On the smoky river, it makes people sad.

Poem of longing

1. Calling for friends ------<&lt; Poetry. Xiao Ya . Felling the wood>>

2. Throw me a peach and return me a plum ------<&lt; Poetry Classic. Daya . 抑>>；

3. Cast me a papaya, and return me an agar jelly ------<&lt; Poetry Classic. Wei Feng. Mu Gua>>

4. The friendship is in knowing each other, why should flesh and bone be close ------ Han Lefu Folk Songs<&lt; Konghou Ballad>>

5. Husbands aspire to the four seas, and the ten thousand miles are still more than neighboring ------ Three Kingdoms. Wei. Cao Zhi<&lt; gift white horse Wang Biao>>

6. sea within the deposit of a close friend, the sky is like a neighbor ------ Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo<&lt; send Du Shaofu of Ren Shuzhou>>

7.Knowing each other is not far away, 10,000 miles is still a neighbor ------ Tang. Zhang Jiuling<&lt; send Wei Cheng Li Shaofu>>

8.Young people enjoy the new knowledge, the decline of the old friends ------ Tang. Han Guai<&lt; in addition to the official to Que to Jiangzhou send E Yue Li Dafu>>

9. to the text often meet friends, only virtue since the neighbor ------ Tang. Zu Yong<&lt; Qingming banquet Sihun Liu Langzhong Bieye>>

10.The same is the end of the world down people, meet why ever know each other ------ Tang. Bai Juyi<&lt; pipa line>>

11. life friendship in the end, not for the rise and fall in the middle of the road points ------ Tang. Helan Jinming<&<Five Songs on the Road>>

12. Life is not old or young, why should we talk about friendship in the same key first ------ Tang. Du Fu<&lt; hiking back to the line>>

13.Friends like painting must seek light, the mountain is like a paper do not like flat ------ Qing. Wengzhao<&lt; and friends to seek the mountains>>

"The sea rises bright moon, the end of the world **** this time" (Zhang Jiuling),

"Every festive season doubly think of relatives" (Wang Wei),

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown" (Li Bai),

"The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in your hometown" (Du Fu),

"The spring breeze is greening again on the banks of the south of the Yangtze River, and when will the bright moon shine on me again? "

"When the moon was bright, it once shone on the return of colorful clouds" (Yan Guidao)

The Song of Songs in Water

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the CPC, I was drunk, and I wrote this article, and I also remembered Ziyu.

When is the moon? I'm not sure when the moon will come out, but I'm sure it will come out. I don't know what year it is in the sky, but I want to take the wind and go home. I want to ride the wind to go home, but (a) fear of the jade tower, the high place is not cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'll be able to do it.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it. But I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.

Long Xiang Si

&lt; Anonymous >

Last year's fall, this year's fall.

The people on the lake are happy and worried,

The West Lake is still flowing.

Wu Zhuanzhou, Jia Zhuanzhou.

The first time in fifteen years, the head was turned,

life put down the rest.

The children and grandchildren have not yet begun to plow and weave, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.

The Wild Old Man Exposes His Back

--Tang Chip Li

A hundred-year-old man does not cultivate his field, but he only knows to expose his back and enjoys his remaining years.

Sometimes he scratches his head with a louse, and sleeps under the fence.

Qing Ping Le

- Song Xin Qiji

The eaves of the cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream. The sound of Wu sound in a drunken stupor is so flattering, who is the old woman with white hair?

The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, and the youngest child is a rogue, lying on the head of the stream and peeling a lotus seedling.

Raccoon River Sand

- Song Su Shi

The first time I saw a Raccoon River Sand, it was the first time I saw a Raccoon River Sand, the first time I saw a Raccoon River Sand. The cucumber is sold in the ancient willow of the cow's coat.

Wine sleepy road long but want to sleep, the sun is high, people are thirsty and think about tea, knocking on the door to ask the savage home.

"Touring Shanxi Village"

- Song Lu You

Don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in the year of abundance of guests enough chickens and dolphins.

There is no way out of the mountains, but there is another village in the darkness.

The drums and the pipes follow the spring festival, and the clothes are simple and the ancient style exists.

From now on, if you are free to ride the moon, you will not be able to knock on the door at night.

The first of the "Dwelling in the Garden"

- Jin Tao Yuanming

The young have no rhyme or reason, the nature of the love of the mountains.

I fell into the net of dust by mistake, and have been gone for thirteen years.

Custodial birds love the old forest, and fish miss the old pond.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the field, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the field.

The square house is more than ten acres, and the grass house is eight or nine rooms.

Elm and willow shade the back of the house, and peach and plum line the front of the hall.

Warming the distant village, warming the smoke.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys and chickens crow in the mulberry trees.

The house is free of dust, and the room is empty.

I have been in the cage for a long time, but I have returned to nature.

The third part of "Dwelling in the Garden"

- Jin Tao Yuanming

The beans were planted under the south mountain, and the grass was full of bean seedlings.

The morning is full of the filth, and the moon is full of hoes.

The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm sure I can do it.