What ancient poems describe "rural scenery"?

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.

After an old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran? (Tang)

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.

An autumn night in the mountains? (Tang)

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.

April in the country? Weng Juan? (Song)?

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.

The four seasons are idyllic? Fan Chengda (Song)

Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan.

I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.

Basic information of "rural scenery":

definition

Pastoral scenery generally refers to the countryside with natural scenery, which is equivalent to pastoral style. As the carrier of rural style, the countryside is closer to the original natural environment than the city, so people living in the countryside have a simple lifestyle, open-minded nature and little psychological pressure.

Gratable

Pastoral style can almost be equated with pastoral style. Therefore, in today's increasingly developed cities, the noise and pollution of the urban environment are getting more and more serious, the pace of life is fast, and the work pressure is great. It makes modern urbanites turn their envious eyes to the once dismissive countryside. They began to wonder or yearn for the rural lifestyle again. I am also interested in the unique folk art forms that are neglected in rural areas. More and more city people like to move their families to nearby villages and drive to work by themselves. Many rich people are also willing to use their country houses as one of the capital to show off. "We open your window, overlook the garden and fields, and talk about Sang Ma with cups in our hands." The lifestyles of ancient poets such as "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" have been picked up again and reinterpreted.

As a large number of ordinary urban residents and middle class, even if they unconditionally own and enjoy the country houses of rich lords. But I also hope to have my own "Xanadu" in the reinforced concrete forest and my own small home. Even a potted flower is a sign of life. I can give myself enough comfort and encouragement for my tired body and mind every day. Indeed, living in an idyllic paradise on earth is the most ideal way of life for people. Everyone is willing to fight for it all his life, because he will have heaven in just a few decades.

The rural style design of modern rooms certainly advocates "returning to nature". Only by combining with nature can we achieve a balance between physiology and psychology in today's fast-paced social life. Therefore, the pastoral style strives to express the natural pastoral life interest. This natural interest is precisely in an era when people are worried about the rapid expansion of human cities, the deterioration of urban environment and the growing alienation between people. It caters to people's concern, return and desire for the natural environment. Therefore, it has created the revival and popularity of rural style design in today's era.

Good sentences describing rural scenery

I remember that at dusk in first frost, in the smoke not far away, the earth was holding round and big sweet potatoes. At first glance, the mood was so "cool" in the words of now! ?

2. The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. ?

3. The orange persimmons on the roadside hang on the trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. ?

Snow-white cotton in the garden is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. ?

Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. ?

6. Standing in front of the window and looking around, there is green everywhere, and several farmers are standing in the bushes, working non-stop.

7. The green grass everywhere, the reeds swaying gently in the breeze, and the bushes full of night herons are like a three-dimensional pastoral picture, quietly displayed in front of my eyes. ?

8. When the sunshine in the country is not too dazzling, the sky will be very blue, and flocculent white clouds will hang below, at the end of the day; Above the clouds are wisps of thin clouds, which float in a pointed way, just like silkworms spit out faint silk. ?

9. Smoke billowed over the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.

10. Behind the village is an endless mulberry garden. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

1 1. The mountains in the south are tall and lush. Precious white pine, like Korean pine, is lush, tall and handsome, and will last forever.

A composition on rural scenery

Pastoral scenery

Rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square inch of land gently, DOG loves all living things on the land.

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure. However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart. I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

Intelligence is the other side. How can such a light rain not make people excited? How to prevent people from staring out of the window when it is sunny and gray, and the deep-seated drying movement is silent. Just like the original messy building in the sun, after the noise of fine dust was washed away by rain, it began to show its patchwork under the casual rendering of gray. The white and gray buildings set off the boundless sky with grid lines.

And the distant houses are blurred in the looming, covered with mysterious veil, shaking the uneven shadows of trees, conveying illusory beauty in the rain. In the change of late autumn, blue and yellow also reduce the clarity and aggressiveness of a few inches of sunshine and increase the gentle whisper in the wind. Whether stupid or angry, it is the poet's deep affection. ?

In rural areas, even vegetables that have forgotten the season, with tender faces, began to sing green under the moisture of rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters ...?

So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander on the pastoral path. Throw away the diaphragm of the umbrella and have the closest contact with Xiaoyu. I didn't realize the change of season until the coolness penetrated my thin dress. Life in the south is like this. I am often confused and break into a new season without the preparation of boundaries. But this is all right, so that many awakenings suddenly appear in their ignorant smiles, rather than being captured in the inexplicable sigh of seasonal changes. It's raining slightly, although it's already called winter rain, but its unique breath is full of unspeakable tenderness. I like it to fall quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, and surround me with hidden sweetness with kisses.

A few strands of hair hanging over the shoulders gradually formed its transparent and hazy figure. Looking down at it, I imagine that I will become more beautiful because of it. My smile has drowned my lips and penetrated the cold in winter. ......

When I smile, I will definitely think of you. It turns out that no matter whether the moonlight is like water or light rain, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist.