Classic landscape idyll
Landscape pastoral poetry, one of the ancient Han poems. It originated from Xie Lingyun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties and Tao Yuanming in the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty and Meng Haoran and Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty. This type of poetry is good at describing natural scenery, rural scenery, and comfortable and tranquil secluded life. The poetry is meaningful and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the line drawing technique is mostly used. The following is the content related to classic landscape and pastoral poetry that I have compiled for you. It is for reference only. I hope it can help you! Classic Landscape Idyll 1
The Widow in the Mountains
Author: Du Xunhe
The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes were burnt.
The mulberry trees are abandoned but still taxed, and the seedlings are collected after the fields are deserted.
When the time comes, pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin them into firewood with leaves to cook them.
No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid conscription.
Pastoral miscellany in spring
Author: Fan Chengda
The sound of roosters in the deep alley of willow flowers at noon, the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet.
Nothing happened while I was sitting and sleeping. The windows were full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The earth is about to stir and the rains are frequent, and thousands of grasses and flowers bloom.
The wasteland behind the house is still green, and the neighbor is whipping bamboo shoots over the wall.
The high fields and two wheat fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed.
Taoqi fills the village with spring blossoms, and the singing drums pass the Qingming Festival.
The first-ripened Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival.
Witches don’t mind that the taste is thin, the flag pavilion’s official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums under the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return.
The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring.
Don’t tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian.
The cold food flower branches are all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle.
I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I will go to Tiger Hill.
The people in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and they recommend green plums to the newly opened mash wine.
The road is long and close to the city gate. Let me warm you in that thatched pavilion.
I have a good mood when I look for spring on my feet. The rain is lingering on my hoofs and the water is like a cup.
He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
Planting a garden yields fruits and rewards the labor, but the children are scratched by the birds.
The thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots, and the fishing nets have been laid to cover the cherries.
It is an auspicious day to start planting rice bags at the beginning, and thunder and rain in Nanshan last all night.
This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise.
Under the mulberries, the border is full of green spring vegetables, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile.
When I wash my clothes in Xitou, I choose to sell them in a shop, and at dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
Pastoral miscellany in late spring
Author: Fan Chengda
The purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow.
I collected hair from the stream to provide for the night, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.
The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling.
Taking into account the strong wind and waves during the plum weather, we planted reed roots from outside water.
Both butterflies enter the cauliflower, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.
When chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, they know that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out.
The frogs are singing in the dusk and the dawn is rising. This year’s rice field is very autumn.
The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see and move the rice seedlings.
Hundreds of flowers are floating in the air, and the mulberry trees are blooming, and the wind brings the fragrance of asafoetida.
Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors.
It’s still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.
Around the dirty water, half of the hut is missing.
It is difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice plants, so the boat can carry back Fengtian.
The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red.
The children are smiling after returning from picking, and a small cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, neem buds are blooming, and neem seeds are blooming.
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new.
The peonies have broken calyxes and the cherries are ripe, and the flying flowers are not allowed to reduce the spring.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim.
The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the orioles singing, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.
There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a duck formation alone and returned home in a boat like a leaf.
Summer pastoral miscellany
Author: Fan Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes by the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes.
The rice roots are like blocks, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
When two wheat crops are harvested in autumn, a hundred coins are exchanged, and the Tian family calls it a small harvest year.
The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice.
The water is boiling, the snow is surging, the chariot is noisy, and the raindrops are singing.
Sang Gu held hands in hand to congratulate each other. There are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons.
The young woman spent the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urged the tax collectors and was eager to fly.
Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, leaving enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges are turned over the river and up the ditch;
The terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but Ding Nan grows up on the front of the bicycle.
I work in the fields during the day and harvest hemp at night, and the children in the village are each 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.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days, the weather is cool, and the green leaves are in pairs.
The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are filled with clear shade from the north window.
Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly, and they often stay at the farmer's house to wash the well and incense;
I sit on the rock in front of the door, and the willow shade pavilion is cool at noon.
Thousands of hectares of hibiscus blossoms are played, and the flowers are so deep that one gets lost and forgets to return home at night.
The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise.
The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plough, and the bloody finger is full of elixirs.
I can’t afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent.
Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night.
If deafness and deafness are not cured, will dreams and souls fight for the quinoa bed?
Autumn pastoral miscellany
Author: Fan Chengda
< p> The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are talking about the bushes.Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
The rich family is full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouse is quiet at dusk.
The man knows the morning glory and the woman can weave, so there is no need to cross the river star.
The tangerine beetle is like a silkworm entering its transformation machine, and the cocoons hanging from the branches are like coir raincoats;
It suddenly transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, and learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink.
Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds a low web, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason.
The dragonfly was embarrassed and called the mountain boy to rescue him.
It’s hard work to make a living. I hate the rain and the wind, and I’m even more timid about the cold.
The note appealed to God to stop plundering the leftovers, and to reward half for private debts and half for officialdom.
When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it.
After the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky.
The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city.
The mud mirror in the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost clears up;
There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails ring all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost.
Even if you lose a dendrobium in two minutes, you still win the chaff core.
The house is filled with poppy bottles and poppies, and the Heavenly Cult will live intoxicated.
I don’t know if there is a new drop in the basket? I pound the raked carefully to buy big carp,
I pound the raked carefully to sell the croaker, and the west wind blows up the four-cheeked perch.
The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang.
The new frost marks the dawn of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests.
Only the orange garden has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green bushes.
Winter pastoral miscellany
Author: Fan Chengda
The sun is setting low in the mountains and the moon is high, and I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping.
The frosty wind has pounded all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests.
The sun on the back of the eaves seems to be dry, and the sun is so warm that I feel sleepy after being drunk.
What official position is there for passing through the door? A hat, a cage and a whip fighting the north wind!
A tall thatch was added to the house, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory.
The dark wind howls outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence.
Use pine knot paste as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom;
When I come to wipe the paper on the south window in the evening, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red.
The calves are growing without plague, and they will be planted to the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear up. The wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening.
Sitting and listening to a pole of broken pearls and jade, I don’t know that the lake has turned into ice!
Pluck the snow to pick out the ground cabbage, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is even fatter.
Zhumen’s meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup.
Don’t be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
The wine is boiled before spring and then steamed.
How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of rice are forbidden to enter the city.
The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and Zaoyi comes to the countryside in the afternoon.
Sir, my head is very cold, and I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine.
When Mr. Mei visited the firewood gate, it was still not spring in the north and south branches;
Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom like brocade, but I suspected that I was from Wuling.
In winter in the village lanes, we see common customs, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing.
The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by home-made machines.
A pastoral scene in the mid-autumn rain
Author: Geng Man
The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.
The ancient road of Linyan has been filled with wasteland for many years.
When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook.
The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches.
In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved away.
The remaining chrysanthemums from last year are blooming on the east fence.
Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain
Author: Li Bai
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
Wanglu Mountain Waterfall
Author: Li Bai
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.
The flying stream falls three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky.
Early Departure from Baidi City
Author: Li Bai
The White Emperor bid farewell to the colorful clouds, thousands of miles to Jiangling in one day.
Apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Classic Landscape Idyll 2
1. "Zhuli Pavilion"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
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.
2. Dongpo
Author: Su Shi
The rain washes the east slope and the moonlight is clear, and all the people in the city are walking in the wild.
Don’t be dissatisfied with the winding road, the sonorous sound of self-love.
3. Farmhouse
Author: Du Fu
Farmhouse is located in the Qingjiang River, next to Chaimen Ancient Road.
The grass is deep and the market is lost, and the ground is remote and the clothes are lazy.
The branches of beech and willow are weak, but the branches of loquat tree are fragrant.
The cormorants are shining in the west, and their wings are basking in the sun.
4. Rice fields
Author: Wei Zhuang
The green spring waves fill the Qianpi, and the clouds are as far as the eye can see.
Moreover, thousands of egrets and egrets flecked the snow, breaking through the smoke and flying into the painting screen.
5. Seven Pastoral Music Songs Part 5
Author: Wang Wei
There is a solitary smoke in the distant village at the foot of the mountain, and a single tree on the plateau on the horizon.
Returning to the back alley with a beautiful face, Mr. Wuliu is opposite the door.
6. Gardening in Early Autumn
Author: Yang Wanli
The setting sun is the most ruthless and affectionate, urging thousands of trees to sing at dusk.
It sounds like it is nowhere to be found, but it is silent when it is found nearby.
7. "The Mid-autumn Rain in the Pastoral"
Tang Geng Mao
The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.
The ancient road of Linyan has been filled with wasteland for many years.
When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook.
The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches.
In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved away.
The remaining chrysanthemums from last year are blooming on the east fence.
8. "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
9. Luhun Villa
Author: Song Zhiwen
Returning with a foreign love, carrying a staff to plow the rocks.
Look at the flowers coming from the source water, and go to collect herbs in the secluded forest.
The savages ask each other by their last name, and the mountain birds call each other by their names.
Go and have fun alone, no regrets in this life.
10. Xinliang
Xu Ji
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sunlight shines through the trees and the dawn smoke is low.
The oriole also loves the coolness of the new weather, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.
11. "Crossing the Three Peaks of Lingshi"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The strange peaks greet the horse and the old man is frightened, and the Wu Mountain in Shuling is completely empty.
In the poem "The ground is green and green, five thousand people are standing there, and the canal is bent over."
12. "Light Rain on the Jianmen Road"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
"Light rain on the Jianmen Road, there are dust and wine stains on the clothes,
Song Dynasty Lu You
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Traveling far and wide never fails to excite the soul. Does this fit the poet?
Xiao Yu rides a donkey into the sword gate.
13. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The world is as thin as gauze over the years, who makes the horse riders come to Beijing?
< p> The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is played with fine breasts under a clear window.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
14. "Visiting Shanxi Village"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
Amidst the mountains and rivers, there is no way out, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
15. "Climbing an isolated island in the river to present Mr. Baiyun to Wang Jiong"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The river is clear and the water falls on the islet.
The pond is deep under the stone, and the green banks are close to it.
The shark disappears, and the fisherman sings his song.
I remember when I said goodbye to you, it was like yesterday when I went boating.
The setting sun is shining in the evening, making me sit still and be happy.
Looking south at Lumen Mountain, I felt as if I had lost my return.
16. "Passing through an old friend's village"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
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 come to see chrysanthemums.
17. "Looking at Lushan Mountain in Pengli Lake"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Taixu creates a halo of the moon, and the boatman knows the wind in the sky.
Hanging up the mat to wait for Mingfa's arrival, the lake is vast and vast.
See Kuangfu in the middle stream, overwhelming Jiujiang Xiong.
The sky is dark and dark, majestic in the dawn sky.
When the incense burner was first lit, the waterfall sprayed into a rainbow.
I have wanted to pursue Shangzi for a long time, but now I am pregnant with Duke Yuan.
I came here to serve, and I bowed slightly before I had time to rest.
Almost halfway through the Huaihai Sea, Xingshuang is about to be poor.
Those who wish to live on the rock will come with you after all.
18. "Five Posts from Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.
Sorrow arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn.
I saw people returning to the village and resting on the flat sand crossing.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.
Why bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
19. "Pastoral Works"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The house is isolated from the noise of dust, but the first thing is to maintain 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 is getting late when I write and write swords, and it is already dusk in Qiuyuan.
When you are up in the morning, you are full of thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you are often less enlightened.
The swans are envious of the swans in the sky, and the chickens are ashamed of themselves as they compete for food.
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work 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?
20. "Wan Shan Pond"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Sitting on a rock while fishing, the water is clear and the mind is free.
Under the trees in the fish pond, among the vines on the ape hanging island.
A wandering girl took off her pendant in the past and heard rumors about this mountain.
What you seek cannot be obtained, but you will return it by singing songs along the moon.
21. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The level of the lake in August is mixed with the clear water.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to save people without a boat, you will live in a shameful sage.
Sitting and watching the fishermen is just a feeling of envy for the fish.
22. "Summer Floating Boat Passes Chen Dashui Pavilion"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The water pavilion has a lot of cool air, so I came here late at night.
You can see pines and bamboos in the shadow of the stream, and smell the lotus in the pond.
Wild boys help the drunken dance, and mountain birds help the singing.
The secluded scenery is not covered with clouds, and the smoke is shining in the evening.
23. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
Tao Yuanming of 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 their 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.
Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and cocks crow at the top of the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
24. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back alleys.
The sun covers the thorn trees, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing grass.
When we meet, there are no words, but we have a lot of thoughts.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my land have been broad.
I am often afraid of the arrival of frost and the scattered grass.
25. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
When planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
26. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 4"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
I have been traveling in the mountains and marshes for a long time, and had fun in the wild woods.
Try to take your children and nephews with you and walk in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live there.
There are remains of the well stove and the remaining mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask those who collect firewood, what are these people like?
The firewood collectors told me that there will be no remnants after death.
This saying is true.
Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing.
27. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 5"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
Returning with regret and regret alone, the rugged experience of the song.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet.
I drink my new wine, and the chicken will bring me closer.
When the sun enters the room, 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.
28. "Pastoral Works in Spring"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Spring doves sing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old people see the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I suddenly felt helpless. I felt melancholy and missed the distant guests.
29. "Jiyu Wangchuan Village Works"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The fireworks in the forest are late in the rain, and the quinoa is steamed to cook the millet.
Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.
In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and I watch the dew sunflowers in the Qingzhai under the pine tree.
The old man is fighting for a seat with others, but the seagull is even more suspicious of it.
30. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
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 Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
31. "In the Mountains"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and people’s clothes are wet with green sky.
32. "Pastoral Joy Part 1"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
I am tired of seeing thousands of houses, passing by the north and south.
The official name has a bottom line, but who can spread it in Kongtong?
33. "Pastoral Joy · Part 2"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Seeing the feudal households again, we will talk about giving a pair of jade.
The couple plowing the southern acres is like lying high by the east window.
34. "Pastoral Joy Part 3"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong at the end of Cailing Ferry, and the sun is setting in the west of the forest.
The fisherman beside the apricot tree altar, the family in the peach blossom garden.
35. "Pastoral Joy Part Four"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The lush grass is green in spring, and the fallen pines are long and cold in summer.
The cattle and sheep return to the village and alleys, and children are ignorant of clothes.
36. "Pastoral Joy Part 5"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
There is a solitary smoke in the distant village at the foot of the mountain, and a single tree on the plateau on the horizon.
Returning to the back alley with a beautiful face, Mr. Wuliu is opposite the door.
37. "Pastoral Joy Part 6"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The peach red contains the rain, and the willow green contains the 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.
38. "Pastoral Music Part 7"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
When drinking wine, you will be near the spring water, and you can hold your harp against the long pine trees.
The dew and sunflowers in the south garden fold in the morning, and the yellow beams in the east valley are pounded at night.
39. "Weichuan Tianjia"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings are showing off, silkworms are sleeping and mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other.
This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
40. "Ambition in the New Qing Dynasty"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Guomen faces the ferry, and the village trees connect to the mouth of the stream.
Beyond the clear fields of white water, behind the green peaks coming out of the mountains.
There is no idle person in the farming month, and the whole family is busy in the south.
41. "Zhongnan Farewell"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain.
Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.
Occasionally I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing without any return.
42. "Zhongnan Mountain"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, stretching from mountains to sea corners.
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.
43. Wanqing
Author: Du Fu
The village is frightened at night, and the courtyard is quiet and wet with rain.
The sunset smokes the fine grass, and the river reflects the sparse curtains.
Who can hold back the messy books? If you are pregnant, you can add it yourself.
I heard that there are still some comments, so I don’t blame me Qian.
44. "Guan Tian Jia"
Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder startled the insects.
The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began.
The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.
Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream.
Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment is joyful.
There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there.
Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate the land will be rewarded with food and money.
45. "Old Song of the Wild"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil.
At the end of the year, I lean on the empty room with my hoe and plow, and call my children to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.
46. "Reply to Lu Li"
Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
Pine leaves are good for wine, how much can you make in spring.
Although the mountain road is far away, even walking in the snow can pass it.