Peasant banquet poems
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. Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei)
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.
3. Passing the village for the aged (Meng Haoran)
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
4. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di (Wang Wei)
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. Returning to the Garden is one of them (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.
6. Pastoral words (Li Bai)
Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao.
How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
7. Chai Lu (Wang Wei)
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.
8. An autumn night in the mountains (Wang Wei)
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.
9. April in the countryside (Weng Juan)
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.
10, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Fan Chengda)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
1 1, visit Shanxi village (land tour)
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
12, Autumn Rain Pastoral (Geng Kun)
The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling.
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.
2. Poems about farmhouses: Watch the wheat cutting.
Author: (Tang) Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Qingpingle country house
Author: (Song) Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
3. What are the poems describing farmers' life? Lu you's trip to shanxi village.
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club, dressed in simple and antique clothes. From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will lock the door with your cane all night.
Fan Chengda's Pastoral Miscellanies in Late Spring (Ⅱ)
Butterfly has entered cauliflower, and no guests have come to Tianjia for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.
Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Summer Resort (7)
Farming during the day, good performance at night, the children in the village mind their own business. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to plant melons on the shady side of mulberry trees.
Xin Qiji's Qingpingle Village Residence
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Don't laugh at this poem about the banquet. Farmhouse wine is muddy, and there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay in good years. ————————————— Lu You visited Shanxi Village.
I have a guest, blowing sheng. -Cao Cao's short songs.
Ten days holiday, win friends like a cloud; Welcome to the wedding of a thousand miles, Wang Boteng, preface to Wang Ge.
Fish near the stream, deep fish in the stream, brewed spring wine, fragrant spring wine (liè), wild mountain vegetables (龖). However, the former is mixed with the former, and it is also a satrap. The banquet was beaming (hān), not silk but bamboo. Among the shooters, the player wins and the shooter wins.
-The story of Ouyang Xiu's drunken pavilion.
I think that the flow (shāng) winds the water, which is second. Although not as prosperous as a string of silk and bamboo, it is enough to talk about your's intimate feelings. -Wang Xizhi's Preface to Lanting Collection.
Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng: Don't stop drinking. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope you will be drunk forever. The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker would keep his name. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
-Li Bai can drink.
5. Ancient poems about farm life go over mountains and mountains.
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Don't worry about baking tea, but you like to bask in the sun.
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Ximing Temple Gong Wei Penchi Xinmi
Tang Tang Yan Qian
Laugh at planting rice in the south of the Yangtze River, and it rains after cicadas sing.
The lotus pond is moist and small, and the algae well is overcast and sparse.
When the land was requisitioned, the golden elephant was born in the world, and its roots were still in the paddy field.
There are also three Wu Si in Direct Supply, which will make you relive your fishing time in Los Angeles.
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Tian Jia is that thing.
Don
My hometown is in Gaodong, overlooking this abandoned village from left to right.
Pleasure begins with the breeze and is also pleasant in the suburbs. The rest are foggy in Sichuan, and the new autumn is still foggy during the day.
Climb a tree at the foot of the mountain to rest and draw water to open a spring. How tired are the crops? Sang Ma is thriving now.
If you seek peace, you will be rewarded, even if you are a potential husband. I know how to respect chickens and millet.
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Shang Qi's pastoral style is the best.
Don
Ju Pingqi is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, the river is bright and the well is clear.
The shepherd boy looked at the village and the hounds came back with the people. If you are quiet, it's nothing. Fei Jing has a day off.
6. What are the ancient poems describing farmers' lives? 1, a folk song of the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
Silkworms are born in March and spring mulberry is full of green. Daughter picks spring mulberry, and the song is blown as spring music.
Step 2 go back to the garden
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Step 3 go back to the garden
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Shannan grows beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
4. Mountain farmers
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
5. Be kind to farmers
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
6, admire after cutting the meal.
Don du fu
Rice gets empty clouds and water, and Pingchuan faces Shimen. The cold wind scattered trees, and the rising sun scattered chickens and dolphins.
At the beginning of the wild cry, I heard the sound of war, and the woodcutter Song slightly left the village. Homeless, seeking news, being a guest.
7. What are the poems describing "family banquet" for dreams (Bai Juyi)?
The day before yesterday, your family drank wine, and there was a royal banquet yesterday.
Today, we will meet at my home for three days.
When chatting in Song Dynasty, he advised wine.
Let's drink to me and make three wishes with you.
I hope the world is peaceful and strong.
Third, I would like to meet the old man and meet him several times.
[Appreciation] Bai Juyi wrote this poem for an old friend, praying for peace in the world and strong health forever. Old friends are old and can meet for the first time. When they meet, they propose a toast. Old friends have deep feelings, which can be seen here.
Nian Nujiao (Fan Chengda)
Ten years ago, I was drunk with Jinghua Shu wine and spent thousands of calyx. I took a look when I went back to Wu. I was pitching yesterday. Lean on the carved fence, be ashamed of snow, be afraid of flowers. Wipe your eyes and you will keep your promise in the fog. I heard that the family dinner was a mess, the wind turned to night and the moon set on the west wing. Stay away from Liangzhou in spring, and you will be happy without drinking. Touch the fragrance of heaven, stay with the beautiful scenery of the countryside, and don't drink until the lights are gone. Born of socks and dust, you are endowed with Heluo.
A reply to the rhyme of Yu Zi's family banquet (Su Shi)
Jin Zun advised Meng Guang to teach him how to play the flute.
Men and women surrounded Taibai with clothes and fanned pillows to harass A Xiang.
Poetry is sick in spring, and wine is busy for the time being.
When I wake up, it can be said that the sun is in Baicaogang in the southwest.
Source: Su Shi's Poems Volume Six
Cheng Bo's family banquet is cooked for nothing, and the wine is exhausted all night (Su Shi)
It is difficult to make peace, but the monk's hat is small but empty.
Don't call neighbors to drink through the fence. Be sure to guard against the official department when holding the urn.
Taoist orders, the so-called separation and integration in the divine music.
Du Shi Yun, shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence, and then empty the jar? .
Source: Su Shi's Poetry Volume 29
Jeju Family Banquet (Wang Wei)
Although connected with the human environment, the closed door has become seclusion. Zhuang Zushi, Confucianism.
Deep alleys are quiet, and idle doors are high and sparse. Lotus hoes repair medicine gardens and scatter agricultural books.
The guests shook the Korean side, and China fed wild vegetables in the kitchen. The husband drank the most, and Jingyan gave birth to Lv Lin.
Translation:
Although the place where I live is not very remote, I have become a hermit behind closed doors. I live a quiet pastoral life, watching the sunset in deep alleys every day, and creating a quiet and beautiful atmosphere through tall and sparse willows. "Lotus hoes repair medicine gardens and pass on agricultural books." It is about the daily life of the host, which is very idyllic. "The guests shake hands and the Chinese kitchen feeds wild vegetables." This is a feast scene, eating fresh vegetables picked from the ground. The last sentence praised the master Zhao Weng, which showed the poet's longing for seclusion and praised the master's interest in life.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Water and Human Rhyme (Wang Xu)
The west wind is rolling in the air, and you can listen to the family dinner while lying down. Affectionate only, blue sky and bright moon, willing to meet. Because I remember that year, the South Building was full of guests. Speak naturally, blow the whistle and blow the pipe. Who asks more questions? Dress up. In the dream, Xianyou was shocked. It's hard to face old friends when you are sad. It is too late to stay in the husband and repair the wheel of Guangxi. Water tune the song, strong heart to pay, a sigh If you can't sleep under the clear light, you might as well call for wine to keep warm again.
Midnight (Xue Neng)
Go whoring with the Yao family, have a night banquet for the king of Wu, and have a night song full of painting halls.
On this day, Mei Qing, Nuzhen luggage begging for food.
Chunyuan Family Banquet (Zhangwei)
The spring scenery in Nanyuan is just right, and the older woman walks with the younger woman. People who go upstairs in the bamboo forest can't see it
Pathfinder prophet among flowers. Cherry sheds the eaves, willow leaves the branches.
Shan Jian drunk singing a song and killed Zhong Er with a jagged smile.
8. Some poems about farmhouse scenery, visit Shanxi Village.
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.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club,
The clothes are simple and old.
From now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon,
Knocked on the door all night with a stick.
Actually, I think this is better, but it's just a sentence.
Xin Qiji
Qingpingle villager ju
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.