Leisurely poems expressing feelings about landscapes and countryside
1. Poems about the leisurely countryside
Poems about the leisurely countryside 1. Ancient poems that describe the leisure and freedom of the countryside
Describe the leisure and freedom of the countryside Ancient Poems
Tao Yuanming returned to his garden and lived there
He had no suitable rhymes and his nature was to love hills and mountains.
He fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years.
The tame birds are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.
The square house has more than ten acres, and the thatched cottages are eighty-nine. Between.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum blossoms in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering.
The dog barks deep in the alley, The rooster crows and the mulberry tree tops.
The courtyard is clean of dust and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
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Return to the garden and live in the fields, Tao Yuanming
Rare in the wild Personnel affairs, few wheels in the back streets.
During the day, the thorns are hidden, and the empty room is empty of dust.
When the ruins are restored, people are walking around in the grass.
We met without saying anything, but the roads are full of mulberry and hemp.
The mulberry and hemp days have been long, and my land has been vast.
I am always afraid of the arrival of frost and sleet, and the scattered trees are like the grass. .
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Return to Garden Field to be the third one Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where he planted beans, the grass was full of bean sprouts.
In the morning, he went to clean up the wasteland and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road was narrow and the grass and trees were long. Evening dew stains my clothes.
It is not a pity to stain my clothes, but my wish is fulfilled.
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Return to the garden and live in the four Tao Yuanming
Go to the mountains and marshes for a long time, and enjoy the wild woods.
Try it Taking my children and nephews with me, I walked through the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and mountains, people still lived there.
There were remains of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask the firewood collectors, what are these people like?
The salaryman said to me: "There will be no rebirth after death."
"A new dynasty changes in one life", this statement is true!
Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually be empty.
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Returning to the garden to live in the Five Tao Yuanming
I regretted my decision to return alone, and experienced the rugged Zhenqu.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and when I encounter it, I can't help it. Enough.
Drip my new wine, the two chickens bring closeness.
When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes and the bitter evening comes. Shortly after, it has returned to Tianxu.
Drinking with Jiu Tao Yuanming
Early in the morning, he heard knocking on the door, poured out his clothes and opened it himself.
I asked him who brought it to him? Tian's father has good intentions.
The pot pulp is far away from the future, and he doubts that I will be good at the time.
"Under the ragged thatched eaves, there is not enough room for a high place.
We are all the same in this life, and I hope you will stir up the mud."
I deeply feel that my father's words are unreasonable.
The bridle can be learned sincerely, but it is not a delusion if it goes against one's own self!
And *** like this drink,
I can't go back.
Why don't you come and drink seven poems by Bai Juyi?
Don't hide in the mountains, you should feel guilty if you go there.
If your teeth are hurt, the water will be cold, and your appearance will be bitter. The frost is severe at night.
The fishermen go to Fengshengpu, and the woodcutter returns to the snow-covered rocks.
Why not come here to drink, you will get drunk and tired.
Don’t go there as a farmer. , you should be worried about yourself.
Plow the thin land in the spring, and feed the cattle at night.
The officials have raised taxes several times, and it is rare that there is autumn every year.
Why don’t you come here to drink and get drunk together.
Don’t go there as a businessman, because you are afraid that you are not familiar with it.
The snow and frost travel to the north of the Great Wall, and the Feng Shui stays in the south of the Yangtze River.
There are hundreds of millions of treasures hidden, and twelve or three boats will sink.
Why not come and drink, lying on your back and get drunk.
Don’t go on a long march, it’s hard to judge the hard work.
Never painted Lin Pavilion, it was just the old gate.
There are lice in the clothes and marks on the face of swords and guns.
Why not come and drink, close your eyes and get drunk.
Don’t learn from Changsheng, and the immortal side kills you by mistake.
The dew on the leaves will be waiting for the clouds beside the crane.
The silk and silk are all burned with medicine, and they are all used as tombs.
It is better to come and drink, sit around and get drunk.
Don’t go up to the blue clouds, the blue clouds are enough for love and hate.
Praising one’s own virtues for one’s wisdom and fighting for one’s abilities.
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A rotting fish swallows the bait, and a scorched moth flutters at the lamp.
Why not drink and get drunk at will.
Don’t go into the world of mortals, it is tiring.
Fighting for two snail horns, you get an ox hair.
Let’s put out the fire of anger, and stop sharpening the knife of laughter.
Why not come and drink, lie down and be intoxicated .
2. Poems about pastoral areas
Wang Wei's
Luchai
There are no people in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Zhuli Pavilion
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Autumn is dark in the mountains
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn weather comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
Zhongnan Mountain
Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
Passing Xiangji Temple
I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away.
Where is the bell in the deep mountains where there are no people walking on the ancient trees?
The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
Qingxi
When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi.
There will be countless twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines.
The ripples are filled with water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful.
Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Looking at the new Qingye (at night)
The new Qingyuan is vast. Extremely untainted.
Guomen faces the ferry. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.
Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.
There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.
Traveling in early spring
The purple plum blossoms are blooming for the first time, and the songs of the yellow birds are still astringent.
Whoever loses a Yang girl will not be able to enjoy spring.
I love the water and look at the makeup while sitting, and I am ashamed of the flowers standing in front of me.
The fragrance is afraid of being blown away by the wind, and the clothes are afraid of getting wet with dew.
In the jade boudoir's gate, the sunset and the incense car enter.
You Yanyi is lovesick, crying towards the colorful curtain.
I fall into a dream when I remember you, and I am even more suspicious when I return late.
It is not as good as the Red-Eaves Swallow, when it roosts on the green grass.
Here are some songs by Meng Haoran
"Inscribed on the empty room in the Cuiwei Temple in Zhongnan" by Meng Haoran
In Cuiwei Zhongnan, it is better to return to the sun after the rain. After being in seclusion for a long time, I climbed up and looked out.
Then I built a secluded room, and then I realized that tranquility is wonderful. Although Confucianism and Taoism are different schools, Yunlin is quite similar.
The two are happy with each other, chatting and laughing. When I sleep under a high window in the dark, I can see the mountains burning in the distance.
Remembering the Akagi logo, and remembering Linhaiqiao even more. There is a clear sound in the wind and spring, so why should the Su family roar?
"The old master's mountain house will never arrive" Meng Haoran
As the sun sets over the west ridge, the ravines are dimmed. The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds.
The woodcutter wants to return home, and the smoke and bird habitats are beginning to settle. When his son comes, Guqin waits for Luo Jing.
"Roading on the Yexi River" by Meng Haoran
The sunset leaves a clear glow, and the river is lightly crossed. If you love water clearly, how can you tolerate it in the presence of floods?
A fisherman with a white head, a girl with new makeup and gauze. They looked acquainted, but couldn't speak.
"Wuling Rafting" Meng Haoran
The road in Wulingchuan is narrow, and the front rafter enters the flower forest. In the mysterious source of darkness, how deep the faith of the immortal family is.
The water returns to the green peaks, and the clouds reach the green stream. Sit and listen to the roar of the ape, and clear your mind from the dust.
"Pastoral Work" by Meng Haoran
The poor house is isolated from the dust and noise, but we must first cultivate tranquility. There are three paths nearby, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits.
I have been promoted to other places in Guangdong, but I have not met him in my thirties. It's getting late when I write and write swords, and it's already dusk in Qiuyuan.
When you wake up in the morning, you will have many thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you will often have little understanding. The swans in the sky are envious of the swans, and the chickens and swans are ashamed of each other as they compete for food.
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I work hard and sing on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?
Chinese landscape and pastoral poetry has a long history, and there are many poets with different styles. Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the Pastoral Poetry School of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in my country, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the Landscape Poetry School of the Southern Dynasties in my country, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the Landscape Poetry School of the High Tang Dynasty in my country. Poets take landscapes and pastoral areas as their aesthetic objects, and cast delicate brushstrokes on the quiet mountains, forests, and leisurely fields, creating a pastoral life to express their dissatisfaction with reality and their yearning for a quiet and peaceful life.
Taking it carefully, these poems have more or less the same characteristics.
First of all, they all showed great interest in landscapes, paying attention that other poets and writers could not match, and they did not hesitate to describe the mountains, rivers, plants and trees of nature with rich ink and color.
For example, Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village":
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
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An old friend invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Chiri's rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Five Poems by Tao Yuanming
One of them
He had no suitable rhymes, and his nature was to love hills and mountains. He fell into the net of dust by mistake, and was gone for thirty years. .
Birds in the wild are nostalgic for the old forest, and fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine thatched houses. Behind the shade of elms and willows Eaves, in front of Taoliuo Hall.
A distant village is surrounded by smoke in the ruins. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of mulberry trees.
The courtyard is dust-free and the room is empty. I have some spare time. After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
Part Two
There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, under the bushes, I have no thoughts about wine. .
At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing straw. We met without saying anything, but the mulberry trees were long.
The mulberry trees have been growing for a long time, and my soil has been vast. .I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the scattered grass will be scattered.
The third one
Plant beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of grass and the bean seedlings are sparse. In the morning, I will clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish is fulfilled.
The fourth step
A long trip to the mountains and rivers , enjoying the wilderness in the wild woods. Try taking your children and nephews to walk in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live in the past. There are remains of wells and stoves, and decayed mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask the firewood collectors, how can these people be as good as the firewood collectors? The firewood collector told me that there will be no remnant after death.
This sentence is true if you abandon the court and market for a lifetime. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will end in nothingness.
Fifth Five
Returning from regret alone, it is rugged and winding. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and when I encounter it, I wash my feet.
I pour my newly cooked wine, Two Roosters bring closeness to the situation. The sun enters the room and it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.
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4. What are the ancient poems that describe leisure and freedom in the countryside?
1. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Planting Beans in Nanshan Below, the grass is full of bean sprouts.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wishes are true
2. "Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons Part 2" Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Golden plums The apricots are fat, the wheat flowers, snow whites and cauliflowers are thin.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
3. "Rain in the Mountain Village" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
There are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.
The woman and the aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the courtyard.
4. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 2" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.
The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around in grass.
When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.
I am often afraid of frost coming, and the trees will be scattered like grass.
5. "River Village" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows in the hall come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.
The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the young child knocks needles to make fishing hooks.
But if you have an old friend to offer you Lumi, what more can you ask for in addition to your tiny body?
Reference materials
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5. Write poems about rural pastoral
Fan Chengda’s pastoral miscellany of the four seasons gt; (Part 1): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, cauliflowers are white and wheat flowers are sparse. The day is long and no one passes by the fence, but only Dragonflies and butterflies fly. Wengjuan's countryside in April gt;: The mountains are green and the plains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the music. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, sericulture is being planted and fields are being planted. Yang Wanli's Xu Gongdian in Suxin City gt;: The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, which fly into the cauliflower and are nowhere to be found. Pastoral Music No. 6 by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping. Pastoral miscellany at four o'clock Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. At four o'clock, there is a lot of pastoral excitement. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. There are few people passing by in the forest. The smoke from the front mountain reaches the Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.
There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn. At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty goes out to work in the fields during the day and produces hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
6. Poems describing the countryside
Passing by my old friend Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chickens and millet,
Invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village,
Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open the Xuan noodle garden,
Drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the Double Ninth Festival,
I will still have chrysanthemums.
Touring Shanxi Village
[Song Dynasty] Lu You
Mo Xiao, a farmer’s house, is full of wax and wine,
In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.
There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.
Qingpingle·Village
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low,
The grass on the stream is green.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk.
Whose old lady has white hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the creek,
The middle son is weaving a chicken coop;
The younger son likes scoundrels the most,
Lying at the head of the creek Peel the lotus pods.
Pastoral Joy Wang Wei.
The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains morning smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping.
Visiting Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine,
In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.
There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.
7. Poems about describing landscapes and pastoral areas
Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons
(Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda
Sunrise The fields are filled with hemp at night.
The children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren have not yet left for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree.
Birdsong Stream
Tang Wangwei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle,
The night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
The moonrise scares the mountain birds,
They sing in the spring stream.
Passing by my old friend’s village
[Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
Wang Wei
"Deer and Chai"
No one can be seen in the empty mountain,
but the sound of people's voices can be heard.
Return to the scene and enter the deep forest,
The light shines on the moss again.
Qingpingle·Village
Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. His favorite child is a scoundrel, lying at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.
Wang Wei
"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huannu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"Visiting Shanxi Village"
Lu You
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick.
Wait, wait~~
There are many pastoral poems about landscapes, and the poems written by several famous poets, such as Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Tao Yuanming, Fan Chengda, etc. are mostly in the pastoral style.
8. Poems about the countryside
Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty): No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. ——"Lu Chai"
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine - "Zhuli Pavilion"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. ——"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty): An old friend invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. :——"Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) (Landscape Poetry): Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The trees are low in the wild sky, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. ——"Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
Tao Yuanming (Eastern Jin Dynasty): He has little sense of vulgarity and loves hills and mountains by nature. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of the mulberry trees. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. ——"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" (Part 1)
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. When I ask you how you can do it, your mind is far away and you are biased. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. ——"Drinking"
9. Poems about rural pastoral
1 Autumn thoughts on pure sand in the sky
Yuan Ma Zhiyuan
Old withered vines Crows are sleeping in the trees,
Small bridges and flowing water, people are living there,
The old road is winding with thin horses,
The sun is setting in the west,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world
2 The lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard,
3 The stone path on the cold mountain in the distance is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
4 Visiting my old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come back to see the chrysanthemums.
5 Zheng Lanzhi from Yiyi:
The pond is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing rafts are blown by the wind.
A few reed flowers are floating on the clear water, and the sunset is low on the lake halfway up the mountain.
The egrets fly over the rocks and there are thousands of frost spots on them, and the fish weave waves in the heart of the stream.
There is a fishing platform to express your interest, and you can enjoy the autumn scenery passing by the west of the city.
6 Yuan·Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying dragon.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Returning to the countryside
Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.