What are the poems about pastoral poetry?

Chai Lu: 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.

Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an 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.

"Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, 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.

A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, 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. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Tianjiahang

Author: Wang Jian

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.

In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.

There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.

There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.

In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.

Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

Wild old songs were recorded.

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.

At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.

The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

Nieshangtianjia

Sell new silk in February,

The new valley in May.

Heal the pain in front of your eyes,

Cut out my heart.

I hope the king's heart,

Turn into a candle.

Not according to the feast of renewing the frontier,

Take a partial view of the escape house.

Guantian author: Wei

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Widows in the mountains

Don Du Xunhe

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.

Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.

When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.

If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

A farmhouse by the Wei 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.

Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Wang Wei in Spring

Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.

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.

Lao Guo Ren 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.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Yan Du Xing Fu

At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net was frozen in the cold,

Don't shoot the geese singing the sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.

High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people valued fish more than birds,

You shouldn't have killed Nan Hong Fei for nothing. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house.

In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carving mud is the easiest way to get it.

Likes and dislikes do not match looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Burning songs and listening to the clouds

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.

The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.

Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.

Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.

The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.

Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.

Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.

Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (1) Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

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

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (2)

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.

2. What are the ancient poems that describe landscapes and pastoral areas? 1. Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty-Autumn Mountain Residence

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.

2. Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty-Bird Watching Creek

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

3. Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty-"Passing the Old Village"

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. Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty-a farmer by the Wei River

Sunset shines on the market, and 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. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

5. Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty-"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"

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.

3. 10 Lecture on Poetry Appreciation of Landscape Pastoral Poetry XII: Landscape Pastoral Poetry China's landscape pastoral poetry has a long history, with many poets and different styles.

Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the pastoral school in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the landscape school in the Southern Dynasties, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the pastoral school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The poet takes landscape and countryside as aesthetic objects, and throws delicate brushstrokes into quiet mountains and leisurely fields to create an idyllic life to express his dissatisfaction with reality and his yearning for a quiet and peaceful life.

Careful taste, these poems have more or less the same characteristics. First of all, they all showed great interest in mountains and rivers, gave incomparable attention to other poets and writers, and spared no expense in depicting the mountains, rivers, trees and grass of nature with strong colors.

For example, Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you 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.

After the first couplet of the poem explained the reason of the incident, the couplet was the natural scenery that the poet saw when he entered the village. The poet seems to have come to the common rural scenery within reach, but he can see his profound skill and careful tempering in the plain.

These two sentences not only accurately and vividly describe the dense green trees near the village, but also the sloping green hills outside the village, presenting us with a fresh and distinctive mountain village landscape painting; Moreover, the word "harmony" and the word "oblique" point out the appearance of the village outside the village surrounded by green trees and crossed by green mountains, as if the natural scenery is integrated with the people in the mountain village, full of deep affection, intimacy and appeal. The necklace was written into the scene where the host and guests were talking in the back of the house.

If the couplets depict the general environment of the whole village, the necklace depicts the small environment of an old friend's farmhouse: the threshing floor and vegetable garden are outside, and the dining table and farmhouse are inside, a strong family atmosphere is coming. Facing the typical farmhouse scenery outside the window and the rich farmhouse meals in the house, the poet felt happy inside; In addition, the host and guests know each other very well, and they have the same feelings and tastes. They frequently raised their glasses and drank, and talked loudly about Summer. How carefree and warm they are.

The tail couplet tells the promise of another day, and it has a long meaning. The human feelings and scenery in the poem are integrated into nature.

Secondly, the landscape, vegetation, flowers and birds described by the poet are not isolated, but constitute a harmonious whole and a picture full of life consciousness. Let's look at Du Fu's poems as a painting-"quatrains": beautiful scenery in the sunset and fragrant flowers and plants in the spring breeze.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. At the beginning of the poem, I focused on the big picture and described the beautiful spring scenery around Huanhuaxi under the bright sunshine in early spring.

In the second sentence, the poet further shows the beautiful spring scenery with warm spring breeze, blooming flowers and lush grass. The poet chooses the most common and distinctive dynamic scenery in early spring to sketch.

In spring, the flowers bloom, the soil melts, the soil is wet, and the swallows that come from autumn to spring are busy flying around and building nests with the soil. The fourth sentence is to outline the static scenery.

Spring is warm and sunny. Yuanyang should also enjoy the warmth of spring and still sleep on the sandbar by the stream. Judging from the description of the scenery, this sentence contrasts with the third sentence, which is full of movement and sets each other off.

Three or four sentences depict flying swallows and sleeping mandarin ducks with meticulous brushwork, and with one or two sentences, a broad and bright scenery is outlined, which makes the whole picture harmonious and unified, forming a colorful, prosperous and aesthetic early spring scenery map, thus reflecting the poet's relaxed mood of temporarily enjoying a peaceful life after long-term turmoil and displacement, and his happy feelings about the vitality and prosperity of nature in early spring. In addition, more importantly, all the scenery written by the poet is ultimately to express the feelings of the characters.

For example, Du Fu's impromptu poem "Jueju": Jueju: Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

A short poem written by Du Fu after learning that his old friend Yanwu had returned to Chengdu. The first pair of a poem is a set of antitheses.

There are many willows around the thatched cottage, and there are a pair of orioles singing on the new green willow branches, which are a happy and colorful scene, forming a fresh and beautiful artistic conception. "Two orioles sing green willows", and birds are paired, showing a kind of vitality and a festive meaning.

Egrets in the blue sky are flying freely. These two sentences use four bright colors to form a beautiful picture.

The first sentence and the description of the voice convey a very happy mood. The second pair of this poem is also composed of antitheses. The last sentence was written by overlooking the snow ridge by the window.

The snow on the ridge does not melt all the year round, so the "autumn snow" is piled up, and the Chu Snow Mountain can only be seen on a sunny day with clear air. Seeing such a rare beauty, the poet's mood is self-evident.

When you look out of the door, you can see ships moored by the river. River boat is very common, but "Wan Li boat" is meaningful.

Because they are from Wu Dong. After years of war, land and water traffic was blocked by the war, and ships were generally unable to sail in Wan Li.

How could the poet not like the ships from Soochow when the war was settled and the traffic resumed? These two sentences are very long and time consuming. Poets in the thatched cottage, but thousands of years of thinking, see through Wan Li, how broad-minded! Returning home, I lived in the wilderness of Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and there were few people 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.

Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

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.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky. 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. The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame.

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

4. There is a poem describing the countryside. Four seasons mixed with countryside (Song). In Fan Chengda, the fields are cultivated during the day, and the children in the village are in charge.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. The people of Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty in Niaoming Creek were idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night was quiet and the mountains were empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. My old friend Zhuang [Tang] Meng Haoran prepared chicken for me. After dinner, my old friend, you 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. There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. After the rain, standing in the autumn evening, Wang Weishan lives in autumn.

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. "Traveling to Shanxi Village" Lu You doesn't laugh at the muddy wine of farmers, but raises enough 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. 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. And so on ~ ~ and many pastoral poems. The poems of several famous poets, such as Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Tao Yuanming and Fan Chengda, are mostly idyllic.

5. The king of pastoral poetry endowed Mount Tai with grandeur! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Bodhisattva Man Author: Wei Zhuang Translation Original Anyone who has been to Jiangnan says that the scenery in Jiangnan is infinitely beautiful, and those who travel far away from home just want to grow old with Jiangnan.

In spring, the river is clearer and clearer than in spring. I lie in the painting boat listening to the rain and fall asleep leisurely. Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old.

Spring water is brighter than the sky, listening to the rain and sleeping like a picture. The girl selling wine by the fireside is like a bright moon, and her white wrist is like frost and snow.

Don't go home when you are young. If you go back to your hometown, you will be heartbroken. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.

Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. Drinking clear water on the lake began to rain. Author: Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. You give me the score and your QQ first. If you give me the music score, I will give you all the poems of pastoral landscapes! ! I am competing with some people for an irrigation job. In two days, whoever gets high marks can be a supervisor in a company. I really need grades now. Help me! ! ! ! ! Please. ! .

6. Looking for landscape and pastoral poems, the mountains are cold and blue, sent by Wangchuan, and the autumn waters are all day long.

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.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . Let's talk about Vice Governor Zhang: "As time goes by, only give me peace and nothing will disturb me." .

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! . Send Yuaner to Anxi Acropolis, it rains and dusts, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Chai Lu, 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. In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Farewell, friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage.

Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening.

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. The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, 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. Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a 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 also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter? Ji Xiang Temple, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, misty mountains and clouds.

Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high? The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Thousands of trees reach the sky, reporting to Zizhou Li, and the cuckoo crows on a thousand peaks. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Overlooking the Hanshui River, three branches south to Chu, and nine branches flow to Jingmen. The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky. These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

My middle-aged heart found a way, I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, 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.

Farewell, I got off the horse, I proposed a toast to you, and I asked you where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating. On an autumn night, Guibo gave birth to Qiu Wei Lou, who was thin and never changed clothes.

Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go back! On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong who are in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a 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! .

As the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path in a farmhouse by the Wei River. 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! .

7. What are the pastoral poems? With the prosperity of Tang poetry, landscape poetry has become spectacular.

Wang Wei and Meng Haoran inherited the tradition of landscape poetry of Tao Yuanming and Xie Lingyun, and formed a school of landscape pastoral poetry that complements the frontier poetry school. There is not a single poet in the Tang Dynasty who has not written poems describing natural scenery.

Such as Wang Ji's Wild Hope, Wang Bo's Mountain and Chen Ziang's Du Jingmen; Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"; Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall at Hukou"; Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Lodge"; Du Fu's Wang Yue, Jiang Cun and Ascending the Mountain; Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: Gu Kuang's Mountain Farmhouse; A night-mooring near maple bridge of Zhang Ji; Dai Shulun's Su Xiting; Fishing Bay in Chu Guangxi; Chang Jian's "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple": Han Yu's "By Hengshan Temple" I wrote this poem on the tower; Meng Jiao's Wandering Stone Dragon Vortex; Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang, Ode to Mujiang, Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple and Spring Hope in Hangzhou; Liu Yuxi's Wushan Goddess Temple; Liu Zongyuan's The Fisherman and Jiang Xue; Li He's Wushan Gao; Dumei's mountain road; Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area; Wen's "Good Morning Tour" ... Many poets in the Tang Dynasty are famous for their landscape poems, but they can represent mountains.

8. What are the ancient pastoral poems? 1. Pastoral works in spring.

Wangweitang

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.

Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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.

Translation:

There is a happy pigeon chirping on the house, and there are large white apricot flowers on the edge of the village. Holding an axe to sort out the long branches of mulberry trees and carrying a hoe to watch the passage of spring water. The swallow flew back last year, as if he knew its lair. The old owner of the house is looking through the New Year calendar. I raised my glass to drink, and then stopped. I can't help but feel disappointed when I think of people who have left their homes to be guests.

Second, visit Shanxi village.

Lu yousong

Translation comparison

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.

Translation:

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. On Fengshou Island, there are many dishes for guests to enjoy. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me. The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

Three, plum blossom quatrains, one

Lu yousong

The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.

How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?

Translation:

It is said that the plum blossoms on the mountain are blooming against the morning breeze, and the trees on the hillside around the mountain are as white as snow. Is there any way to turn my body into hundreds of billions? Let every plum tree have a Land Rover in front of it.

Four, early summer quatrains

Lu yousong

Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.

It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.

Translation:

In spring, when all red and purple flowers wither, the cuckoo's voice calls for summer. I didn't know I was in a peaceful world until I walked on the road with three mothers on both sides.

The mountains are shaded by trees, and there are no birds among the dense branches and leaves; The land in Sang Ma is connected with one another, and rice grows day and night; The roads are green everywhere and look very vivid. This is a rare crop growth scene in troubled times.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) removes snow at night.

Lu yousong

On the fourth day, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God has given us comes on New Year's Eve, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.

Before the glass half full of wine could be lifted to celebrate, I was still writing Fu Tao in cursive script under the lamp.

Translation:

At the beginning of the fourth watch, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God gave us just arrived on New Year's Eve, indicating a bumper harvest in the coming year. Before half a glass of Tu Su wine was raised to celebrate, I also wrote a peach blossom symbolizing the Spring Festival in cursive under the lamp.