Pastoral Poetry in The Book of Songs
The poem about pastoral in the Book of Songs is 1. What are the pastoral poems?
The Book of Songs is the source of pastoral poetry. In the countryside, the poet's spirit is integrated with the countryside to achieve real harmony. The Book of Songs is actually a collection of ancient folk songs in China. Although it may be formally processed in the later stage, its pastoral atmosphere is still very strong.
Guan Yu: "Guan Yu's dove is in Hezhou." Reading and reading, a strong rural atmosphere came to my face.
"Serviceman": "Serviceman, I don't know its day-chickens live in the nest, dusk, cattle and sheep surround-"describes a fresh pastoral picture.
Qiu Si in The Book of Songs
Spring of the Book of Songs
Summer of the Book of Songs
Autumn of the Book of Songs
Winter in The Book of Songs
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2. What are the descriptions of rural scenery in The Book of Songs?
Ancient poems describing rural scenery
1, "two quatrains"
Don du fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
2. Zhulou
Don
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Step 3 pass by the village of the old man
Tang Meng Hao ran
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. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.
Don
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.
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.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .
5. "Return to the Garden" I.
Song Tao Yuanming
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.
3. Poetry describing the countryside
Meng Haoran, an old man's village
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,
You entertained me on your farm.
We look at the green trees around your village.
And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.
We open your window to the garden and fields,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.
By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,
I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Youshan west village
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Qingpingle country house
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Pastoral music Wang Wei.
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.
Shanxi Village Tourism [Song]
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
4. Poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry.
1, two quatrains (Du Fu) Beautiful mountains and rivers, fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2. Zhuliguan (Wang Wei) I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3. Pass by my old friend Zhuang (Meng Haoran) and prepare chicken and rice for me. My old friend and you will 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. 4. Message from Suichuan Bieye (Wang Wei) The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are flowing.
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.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . 5. Returning to the Garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming).
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. 6, pastoral words Huai (Li Bai) Chiayi three years, Wanli, Ban Chao.
How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7. Chai Lu (Wang Wei) 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. Autumn night in the mountains (Wang Wei) After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the 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. 9. In the countryside (Weng Juan) in April, there are white mountains and rivers everywhere. In the regular sound, the rain is like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Fan Chengda) Plum, apricot and fat, wheat and cabbage flowers thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, Tour Shanxi Village (land tour), Xiao Mo, farmers are full of wine, and tourists are full of 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. 12, autumn rain pastoral (Geng Xu), the desert is dark with heavy clouds and drizzle.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13. There is a red calyx in Wu Xinyi Wood Dust Hibiscus (Wang Wei) Mountain.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, Qi went to the countryside (Wang Wei) to live in Qishui, and there was no mountain in Dongye.
The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15, to the home of Songshan (Wang Wei), the clear river flows through its bushes, 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. 16, Cui Puyang's younger brother, Qian (going to Shanxi is also for Weimen) (Wang Wei) is crisp in autumn, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
17, Niaomingxi (Wang Wei) people are idle with osmanthus, 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.
18, Zhong Nanshan (Wang Wei) has a huge height close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the 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?
19, pastoral works ① (Meng Haoran) Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, singing and picking the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. From the big scattered past, Zhudeng Road in the depths of the dense forest winds for forty or fifty miles, and turns to the dangerous road of Huangniu (Wang Wei) for tens of thousands of miles, and it takes three breaks in a few miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, the four seasons are idyllic (Fan Chengda). The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are sparse, and the mountains are in front of them.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22. "Farming in Spring" (Wang Wei) Spring in the house is singing, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree.
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. 23. A farmer (Wang Wei) by the Wei River is at the edge of the village where the sun shines obliquely. 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.
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! .
24. Xin Qingye (one night) Hope (Wang Wei) Xin Qingyuan Yekuang. Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.
There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.
25. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) Newly-built ridges and mud mirrors are flat, and every family cultivates rice while it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
26. Qingxi (Wang Wei) I have driven the Huanghua River, which is undertaken by a waterway of 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! .
27. Guiyuan No.2 (Tao Yuanming) has few people in the wild and few wheels 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.
28. My retreat in Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei) My middle-aged heart found a way, 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.
29. Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity (Fan Chengda) At sunrise and night, the village children each take charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
30. There is water, rice and leaves everywhere in Xinliang (Xuji). The sun shines through the trees and the smoke is very low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
5. A poem describing the countryside must be a poem.
Wang Wei, Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The sunlight entered the forest and reflected to me from the green moss. Xinyi Wharf of Wang Wei: Hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, all flowers bloom and fall. Wang Wei birdsong creek: people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The tits are startled when the moon rises, and the springs flow. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village". Chrysanthemum time, I came to Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat is gray, and cauliflower is sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence during the day, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (II): The children and grandchildren in the village are in charge. Children and grandchildren did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons in the shade.
6. Poetry describing the countryside
Rural residence
Qinggaoding
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
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In February of the lunar calendar, grass gradually germinates and grows around the village, and orioles fly around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. Water vapor evaporates between Shui Ze and vegetation and condenses like smoke. Willow seems to be fascinated by this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village went home early without hesitation and quickly flew kites in the blue sky on the strong east wind.
Children fishing
A unkempt little boy learned to bow,
Sit by the raspberry moss.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
Cunju
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
Gu lang yue hang
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
Immortals drop their feet and osmanthus trees reunite.
Why do laurel trees become round in January?
Su Xinshi xugong branch
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers on the branches finally turned cloudy.
The children chased Huang Die,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
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The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.
Cunju
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
Children fishing
A unkempt little boy learned to bow,
Sit by, raspberry moss reflection.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
And my little girl.
Seeing people vomiting at the beginning of the speech,
Refuse to go back to sleep and love the car.
A night of charming crying,
I don't like clothes and flowers.
Ikebukuro girls' ci
The little girl is only six years old, and the baby punts.
Unknown cleverness and clumsiness. Steal Bai Lianhua back.
In front of the hall at night, I can't read the traces.
Yue Bai, a scholar. Duckweed blooms together.
In ancient China, there were many poems describing children. Their language is refined and vivid, which shapes children's expressions. The author selected several poems from the common books such as 300 Tang Poems, 300 Tang Poems and Zijia Poems for readers.
A poet in the Tang Dynasty wrote in My Hometown Couplet: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent remains unchanged. When children meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. " There are only 28 words in the whole poem, but it depicts a beautiful picture for us. After living in a foreign country for a long time, the author returned to his hometown, but the children in his hometown didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he was a guest. These children are naive, lively, polite and very cute.
Cui Daorong, also in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. I suspect that there are villagers and I am anxious to go to Chai Men. " The poem "Living in a stream is a thing" depicts the interesting things by the stream in a fishing village in spring. I don't know whose boat is outside the fence, but I forgot to tie the cable and was blown into the fishing bay by the long spring breeze. The child who was fishing by the water's edge, not knowing the truth, mistakenly thought that a guest was coming, so he quickly put down his fishing rod and ran to the door to announce that he would open the Chai Men to meet him, but closed the door in a hurry. The poet wrote a series of children's actions into his poems, which seemed simple and natural, but in fact vividly portrayed the hospitable nature of rural children.
Rural children are not only hospitable, but also hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in an idyllic poem "Four Seasons of Pastoral Glory": "The children in the village mind their own business when they plow during the day and are numb at night. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. " What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in summer. "Villagers" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children. Although children in rural areas can't farm and weave yet, when they see adults weeding and rubbing twine, they also plant melons under mulberry branches like adults.
7. Poems describing rural pastoral life in ancient poetry.
A few idle fields. _ _ _ _ ☉ Weng Juan's April in the Country 3
Open up wasteland in the south. _ _ _ _ Lu You ☉ "Watching the children in the village play on the stream" 1
Children and grandchildren haven't been released to farm and weave. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei ☉ "Weishui Farmhouse" 4
Confucian scholars are like brothers in three winters. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming ☉ "Return to the Garden, Part I" 9
It's raining outside with pigeon curtains, and I'm learning to grow melons in mulberry shade. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan ☉ "After crossing the river and crossing the mountains for a long time, the guests have returned to Hangzhou in the spring, but they are worried" 1
When the rice is ripe in the western world, thousands of couples still plow from their elders, and the rules sound like misty rain. _ _ _ _ ☉ Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven of Summer Resort 5
The mountains and plains are green, the rivers are white, the spring hoes are over the water, the hibiscus flowers fall off the fence, the bamboo filaments are long, and Fu Tian hoes back to the garden.
8. Are there any poems describing seclusion in The Book of Songs?
Hermits enjoy themselves. The original examination paper is flowing, the main width is flowing, the solitary words are flowing, and the eternal vector is flowing. Copan is flowing, and the eternal vector is flowing. Sage. Width: magnanimous. 3 sleep: wake up. 4 arrow: swearing. Xuan: Forgetting. ⑤ A: Mountain depression. 6 ke: tolerance. 6 pass: lose, forget. ⑧ Lu: High and flat. Sages are broad-minded and happy. When they wake up and sing alone, that kind of fun will never be forgotten. When they stay in the highlands, the sages will never leave. When they wake up and live alone, they have no fun. Reading poems praises one of the important life choices of China traditional literati-seclusion in the mountains. This is probably the earliest reclusive poem we have seen so far. For China traditional literati (intellectuals), the brightest future and choice in life is to be an official in politics (that is, to be an official), and the purpose of studying is to be an "administrator", so there is a saying that "everything is inferior, only reading is high". Once a person's career is frustrated, he will live in seclusion in Shan Ye and seek spiritual relief and comfort. In opposition, officials and retreats, temples and mountains seem to be the two ends of the swing, and they do not swing. There is no other way to go. Seriously, this bipolar life choice is not only caused by the influence of traditional ideas, but also related to the literati themselves. "Nothing is useless." Scholars can hardly do anything after they put down their books. When a soldier fights, he is skinny and helpless, and he can't eat that bitter. Farming, you can't tell wheat from leek, and you can't eat the same. Businessmen are the most despised. Being a craftsman has no skill. Besides, craftsmen belong to the bottom of society. Anyway, except for a few books, literati have no expertise and nowhere to live. If you are rich, you will help the world (be an official), and if you are poor, you will be immune (retire). Today's intellectuals seem to have more "middle roads" to take. They join the army, do business and work. You have several skills. Even if you study, you learn to ask questions for the sake of learning. One doesn't have to go to the mountains and forests, but to the countryside. Modern people have already stepped out of the mountains and found more uses in the world of mortals.