Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing peach petals and hanging spring around the neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to give themselves to the TV and shut out spring with their mothers who are closer to mahjong than mud. 2. Rural Youth: "He is not welcome in spring" He once sang spring in children's voices and tilted his vision to the balance of rural campuses. The spring breeze without melting rain and the hard gardener who greeted him are barren rural fields. He can't grow into a big tree and run to the city all his life. He scattered like dust on the assembly line of the factory and returned to beginning of spring with the tide of migrant workers in Spring Festival travel rush. He is not as popular as firecrackers in spring. The purse was empty for several years in a row, which was enough to blow him to pieces. 65,438+08 years old, barely patching up the future. It's too far. His thin youth is really not as green as the new grass behind the house. 3. Rural women: "The sun shines obliquely on the south window", which is suitable for picking cotton in the afternoon. Brother's sweat evaporated on the scaffolding in the city. Sister-in-law and sister-in-law are sitting at home in the sun. Speaking of the trouble that the sun can't shine, the urea saved in Big Brother's teeth is not worth the two storms in summer. Those fallen cotton buds, those who can't wait to be white, yellow and purple, are dead. All my sister-in-law's expectations are complaining that more than ten acres of land are too light to pry her son's college expenses. Why don't we leave the hoe together next year, stay away from the dirt and go to Guangdong and go to the garment factory? 3. Country old man: ◎ Mother-in-law in the cotton field, you said that three feet of cotton lured you into the cotton field that year. This progress has been nearly sixty years, and you have never come out since you dyed your old moss. There are always so many reasons to stay that several baskets can't hold it. You printed them on your forehead and carved them in the corner of your eyes until your grandson told your grandmother to "don't study hard and grow cotton with me", just like you did then. You said-with threats, stand up straight and tell Miantian your last wish, "I can't walk any further, so don't ask your children for money." In the cotton field, you have become a silver-frosted cotton stalk, the biggest cotton ball. How humble the old farmer who sang in front of the abandoned theater was. These old sparrows in the countryside can't compete with the climate all their lives, and they are looking for food all their lives. Now, they begin to re-examine the theater with wings as old as theirs, and lock themselves in a sad grave with rust. Then a three-step green tree, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place a country drama flowing in blood. The old lady basking in the sun at the door of the old house is walking in the budding heart, with flowers blooming and stumbling at her feet. The old is not just a memory. Now, you like sunshine more and more. You don't talk about rain and snow, but sigh about the war between the house and the mop. Speaking of the liquid "pictures" on the small flower quilt, you like doors and armchairs more and more. You start to give your feet a holiday, pay more attention to the tendons in your hands, and occasionally comb the wind and frost scattered on your head according to the sunshine. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
2. Poems about the countryside What other poets also love the beautiful rural life? Wang Wei, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once lived a semi-official and semi-secluded pastoral life. "After the rain, the mountains are empty, and beginning of autumn is at dusk. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream ",what a pleasant and sweet life. Meng Haoran, a poet, is more attached to the landscape and countryside. "We open your window, across the garden, holding a cup in our hand, and talking nonsense. Wait until the mountain holiday, I will come back in chrysanthemum time. "It is estimated that we also have such a realm, and we are also happy to be chic between mountains and rivers.
The theme of the countryside is endless, and poets often write new things, with endless artistic conception and fun. The following ancient poems describing rural life are catchy and popular. I hope you like them.
1, Benjamin Tang Nong 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?
2. Returning to the Garden and Tao Yuanming's Life in Wei and Jin Dynasties
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
3. Gu Kuang, a farmer in Tang Dynasty.
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.
4. Lingyangxi to Baitang in Setan, Xia Jing County
The flowing water in Setan is endless, and apes are running on both sides of the mountain.
If Bai Bo rolls snow, his side feet won't be plump.
Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.
5. Weng Juan's April song in the countryside.
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.
6. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman in the river in the Song Dynasty
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
7. Farmers are strict with people's soup
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
8. Zhi Zhu Ci Liu Yuxi Tang
There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others.
The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her.
9. Fisherman Qing
Fresh fish costs 200 yuan, and rice is put back on the boat to cook.
It is difficult to burn wet reeds and bask in the ancient weeping willows.
10, woodcutter Xiao Dezao Song
A load of dry wood is an ancient ferry, and it's good to go shopping for a day.
Go back to the bottom of the ravine to sharpen knives and axes and make plans for the whole family tomorrow.
1 1, Four Seasons Pastoral Mixed Prosperity Song Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
12, Muxu Tang Cui Daorong
The shepherd boy dressed up deliberately in a raincoat and a straw hat.
When grazing, lying on the back of cattle playing piccolo, Niu Geng blowing his head by the river.
Waiting ... too much, there is no enumeration!
3. Poems about the countryside 1 Children in the countryside: "March in the countryside is far from memory" I have to admit that although Xiang is still nestled in the sea of rape flowers, the countryside in March is really far from memory, hunting snails, catching bees and chasing Huang Die.
Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing peach petals and hanging spring around the neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to give themselves to the TV and shut out spring with their mothers who are closer to mahjong than mud. 2. Rural Youth: "He is not welcome in spring" He once sang spring in children's voices and tilted his vision to the balance of rural campuses. The spring breeze without melting rain and the hard gardener who greeted him are barren rural fields. He can't grow into a big tree and run to the city all his life. He scattered like dust on the assembly line of the factory and returned to beginning of spring with the tide of migrant workers in Spring Festival travel rush. He is not as popular as firecrackers in spring. The purse was empty for several years in a row, which was enough to blow him to pieces. 65,438+08 years old, barely patching up the future. It's too far. His thin youth is really not as green as the new grass behind the house. 3. Rural women: "The sun shines obliquely on the south window", which is suitable for picking cotton in the afternoon. Brother's sweat evaporated on the scaffolding in the city. Sister-in-law and sister-in-law are sitting at home in the sun. Speaking of the trouble that the sun can't shine, the urea saved in my eldest brother's teeth can't stand two storms in summer. Those fallen cotton buds and wind chimes who can't wait for snow, yellow, purple and red are all dead. All my sister-in-law's expectations are complaining that more than ten acres of land are too light to pry her son's college expenses. Why don't we leave the hoe together next year and go to Guangdong to stay away from the soil and go to the clothing factory? 3. Old man in the country: ◎ Mother-in-law in Miantian said that it was almost 60 years since the three-foot flowered foreign cloth lured you into the cotton field. You dyed your hair white and haven't come out yet. There are always so many reasons to stay that several baskets can't hold it. You printed them on your forehead and carved them in the corner of your eyes until your grandchildren told your grandmother to "don't study hard and grow cotton with me" as you did in those years. You say-with intimidation, then stand up straight and tell the cotton field your last wish "when I can't walk". You are a cotton stalk with silver frost and the biggest cotton ball. How humble the old farmer who sings in front of the abandoned theater is. These old sparrows in the countryside can't compete with the climate all their lives, and they are looking for food all their lives. Now, they begin to re-examine the theater with the same aging wings as them, and lock themselves in a sad grave full of rust. They gather around the rust to pursue the shade in winter and are unable to build a grass platform in spring! Then a three-step green tree, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place a country drama flowing in blood. The old lady basking in the sun at the door of the old house is walking in the budding heart, with flowers blooming and stumbling at her feet. The old is not just a memory. Now, you like sunshine more and more. You don't talk about rain and snow, but sigh about the war between the house and the mop. Speaking of the liquid "pictures" on the small flower quilt, you like doors and armchairs more and more. You start to give your feet a holiday, pay more attention to the tendons in your hands, and occasionally comb the wind and frost scattered on your head according to the sunshine. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
4. Describe ancient poems and famous sayings in rural areas.
Passing through the village of the old man
-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. Hold banquets, nurseries,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Rain in the mountain village
-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Flowers.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
-Wang Wei
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows.
Slow flow
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,
Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Serenade of Peaceful Joy/ Lyrics to the Joy of Peace and Tranquillity
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Rural residence
-Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. Chu Er bean
Dong Xi, Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop. He likes kids and rogues best. He lay on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Walking down Zhongnanshan, I came to Hu Si's kind pillows and bowls.
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-Li Bai
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. I passed a friend's farmhouse,
When his children call from the thorn gate. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.
Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
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.
5. The poem "April in the Country" describing the country
Weng Juan
Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,
In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
Only when sericulture is planted in the field.
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A small river flows among the green hills.
Rhododendron sang happily in the drizzle and breeze.
How busy people are in the countryside in April.
I just finished raising silkworms and started farming again.
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This poem describes the scene of early summer in rural areas in the south of the Yangtze River in a simple way. The first two sentences focus on the scenery: green plains, Shirakawa, Zigui and misty rain, and a few strokes outline the unique scenery of the water town in early summer. The last two sentences are about people. The picture mainly highlights the image of farmers transplanting rice in paddy fields, thus setting off the tension and busyness of rural labor in April. Call before and answer after, interweaving into a colorful picture.
In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the hillside is green, Yuan Ye is green, and green trees, grass and seedlings are displayed in front of the poet, which is a world dominated by green. In the green Yuan Ye, rivers and canals crisscross, and the roads are full, flowing and white; Paddy fields filled with water are also white. Looking up, the green fields and the white water are all shrouded in faint smoke. Is that fog? A cigarette? No, it was a drizzle. From time to time, a few cuckoo calls came from the trees and the air. The first two sentences of the poem describe the scenery of Jiangnan in early summer, with broad vision and delicate brushwork; Bright colors and hazy artistic conception; Dynamic and static combination, vivid and colorful. "The rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-gauge", and the drizzle like smoke seems to be summoned by the sub-gauge, which is particularly sense of realm.
"In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and only silkworms were planted in the fields." The last two sentences are about busy farming in early summer in Jiangnan. Mulberry picking, sericulture and transplanting are two major agricultural activities related to food and clothing. Now is the busy farming season, and every household is very busy. Don't take the last sentence of the poem too seriously, thinking that every family is the first to pick mulberry and feed silkworm, and some people transport seedlings and some transplant them; Some people put silkworms into the field first, some people put silkworms into the field first, some people are only busy with one of them, and many people have to do something else. "Planting fields only when raising silkworms" is just a simplification, which outlines the busy atmosphere of rural farmers in April. As for not directly saying that people are too busy, but that there are few idle people, it is deliberately euphemistic and soothing, in order to maintain a leisurely tolerance in people's busy tension, which is in harmony with the watercolor-style hazy colors described in the first two scenes.
6. The ancient poem describing the countryside is 1, and the rural scenery is that thing. Fan Chengda is covered with mountains and green fields, and the rain is like smoke in Zigui.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 2. Last spring, Lu You made a pile of incense in the river, and Shanjia was busy.
Among the mulberry trees, the purple silkworm is old, and the water is green and the wheat is half yellow. Swallows seem to rush the spring away, and the gossamer is not as long as the guest's sorrow.
I didn't know this when I was a child in the countryside, and I was clamoring for cuju venues everywhere. 3. Go out and talk to your neighbors for a long time. The play is a land tour, half hidden and half present, and occasionally meets neighbors.
Is it right or wrong to talk about rural affairs with Mo Wen? Chickens and dogs travel in the countryside for a long time, fearing that autumn and spring ploughing will delay time.
No Country for Old Men and I, the dawn crows just right. 5. Fan Chengda's family weaves hemp during the day and the children in the village take care of it.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 6. Drunk by the mud of Tianfu, beautiful and strict, Du Fu walked with the spring breeze.
Tian Weng forced me to taste spring wine on social day. Wine is full of praise for the new yin, but the eyes of animals have never seen it.
Back to the big guy, the canal is a crossbowman. My name is Ji, and I haven't been a child for a long time.
The day before yesterday, I released my farm and tried to save the decay. If you die, you will never leave your family.
Can this year's masterpieces be collected? Tell the woman to open a big bottle and bring it to me in the basin.
If you feel this kind of anger, you should know it first. Although the language is messy, it is said that Yin is always in the mouth.
When North Korea comes out by accident, it will be self-sufficient and unitary. How can you refuse your neighbor if you cherish human feelings for a long time?
Yelling at chestnuts, I was elbowed when I remembered it. It's rude to be condescending, and I don't feel ugly in the countryside.
When the moon rises, I stay, but I still ask for help. 7. Watching Mai Bai Juyi Tian Jia has few idle months, and people are 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 a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their 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.
8. I visited my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran and prepared chicken and rice for me. My old friend, you entertained me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
9. Tian Jia Yuanri Meng Haoran fought in the north last night and started in the east today. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
10, a gift for Chu Shi, Li Baixian, who has a successful career in Shatangpi. Bamboo shadows sweep the autumn moon, and lotus clothes fall into the ancient pool.
Read the classics of mountains and seas and lie in the distance. Spent a lot of time on the field, and then came to the middle of the forest.
Wild actions persuade aromatic wine, and garden vegetables cook sunflower. If you can grow peaches and plums, you can tie a knot for me.
7. What are the ancient poems describing rural scenery? 1. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. From Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village in Tang Dynasty
2. Mud melts into swallows, while sand warms the sleeping mandarin ducks. From Du Fu's quatrains in Tang Dynasty
3. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. From Du Fu's quatrains in Tang Dynasty
4. Don't laugh at farm wine, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. Source Song Luyou's "Mountain Stream Village Tour"
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Weng Juan's April Day in Southern Song Dynasty.
The ancients liked to write poems with pastoral scenery.
As early as the Book of Songs and Songs of the South, there have been poems describing mountains and rivers and praising the countryside, but most of them are folk songs, which are used as the background of the lyric hero's activities or as the object of comparison, rather than as mountains and rivers or pastoral poems.
During the Jian 'an period, Cao Caoban went to the scene after Jieshi, and wrote the heroic "Watching the Sea", creating China's first complete landscape poem. Among them, "the autumn wind is bleak, and Hongbo surges. Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out. The Milky Way is rotten, if it comes out from the inside. " The combination of dynamic and static, the combination of reality and reality, shows the majestic momentum and broad scene of swallowing the sun and the moon and implicating the stars, and entrusts the poet with a vast and magnificent mind and great ambition to unify the whole country, which has become a famous song for lyricism.
8. What poems describing rural life refer to rice wine brewed by the east wind in the twelfth lunar month?
When this day comes, we will face many difficulties and obstacles: Shui Ze in spring. Let's watch Passing through the Old Village first.
(4) Get drunk and move on. This couplet is not only extremely natural.
What about the future? The idle gardenias in the atrium constitute a beautiful and moving picture. In the second year of Longxing (1 164), Cang Lan and Lu You in remote mountainous areas actively supported Zhang Jun's northern expedition. We look at the green trees around your village.
In this way, the image of feeling and the image of vision are organically combined. When you visit Shanxi Village, Lu You doesn't laugh at farm wine. The ending of Lu You's poems is written more tactfully, from the scenery outside the village to the feelings in the village. Then it was a good year, so I couldn't stay in the village. Not only did I write a difficult scene, but I also locked the word "you" in the title of the poem.
Meng Haoran, a poet known for his pastoral poems in the Tang Dynasty, brought a calm and pure aesthetic feeling to the poet, as well as rich delicacies. He is a poet in the late Qing Dynasty, but he has the mellow beauty of famous wine and cultivates the poet's soul. In the Qing Dynasty, Fang Shudong said in Volume 20 of Zhao Mei Zhan Yan that Lu You's seven laws "began with visiting the village, but did not shrink back": "On the one hand, they are full of grief and anger, full of life interest.
Some people have something to do, and they want to avenge their country, then. "Don't laugh at the farmer's muddy wine, which is in line with reality." Such as a projectile, another village, Renhe, Zhejiang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang).
(2) Brushing the willows and knocking on the door with a stick all night are ancient customs in China. It's natural to speak, overlapping Xuxingshan Village and the surrounding mountains, swaying with the wind. The evaluation of these two sentences in Tang and Song poetry is also described in this way: "Waiting for a holiday in the mountains is a beautiful environment with beautiful scenery.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club. After Liv's defeat, this idiom spread widely. I realized the poet's unique artistic ingenuity and stayed in a good year (tún) "? The beautiful scenery of the mountain village is effortless, just like when you entertain me on your farm, someone knocks on the door with a stick all night. Judging from the structure of the poem, Yan Xu's situation is secluded.
The villagers also have the custom of offering sacrifices to land gods and beautiful women. At first glance, it seems prosaic. If there is an opportunity to go out on a moonlit night in the future, it has long been described by poets in the Tang Dynasty. The language is simple, flying kites, grass growing and warblers flying.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, all these will leave a beautiful and unforgettable impression on the poet. What's it like to visit the village? There is also a village.
In early spring and February, simple clothes and ancient customs existed from then on, and they were still very popular in the rural areas of Jiangnan at that time. This also expresses the feelings of roaming the mountain village and liberating the occupied people. The second sentence is about character activities.
So I knocked on the door with crutches all night to visit Shanxi village, and Lu You smiled at the farmhouse. These are all beneficial nutrients that Lu You learned from his poetry creation. He seems to be gently stroking the embankment and flying a kite. He not only enjoys the indescribable wonderful natural scenery of the mountain village, but also feels the hope and light of rural life because of the continuous sound of flutes and drums in the village. The words "knocking at the door at night" and the first sentence "farmer" revealed by the poet are these two words.
Poetry turns from scenery writing to the fog of lyricism, vegetation and other evaporation; It seems very handy. Water vapor evaporates between Shui Ze and vegetation: willow branches are long, but the artistic conception is different, which lays a solid foundation for the following travel to write scenery and express emotion. In a good year, I will leave enough guests to write about my country trip and suddenly come to the farmhouse.
I was intoxicated when I went on holiday in the mountains. Respondents.
Between the lines, the poem reveals the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring, referring to pigs. When people recite these two poems; An Zhiqing cycle.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature However, the joyful atmosphere of farmers after harvest was exaggerated.
These unique poems will lead us into a new realm full of light and hope. The author of Village Residence is Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. Before and after the village, the grass gradually germinated and grew, with endless aftertaste. I hope it is a frequent date, and it is even more intriguing, as if I were drunk and trembling in the smoke of spring. "
Up to now, there are more than 9,300 poems of Jiannan preserved. Flute and drum follow the Spring Club, orioles fly around and dare to explore.
Here, the word is I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. I will knock on the door at any time with crutches. Written in the early spring of the third year of Song Xiaozong main road (1 167). It depicts a vivid, cheerful, philosophical and spring-filled picture of rural life. I once wrote: "The distant mountain looks suspicious at first glance, but he is not disheartened." The first sentence is about time and natural scenery, and willows brush the embankment.
Read this poem. This poem named "A Tour in Shanxi Village" is full of festive and cheerful atmosphere, as if it were an ordinary chronicle. Talking about Sang Ma with the cups in our hands, such as On the River by Wang Anshi, resounded through the sky and rode the east wind: intoxicated, dressed simply and antique.
This simple ancient custom chews out the profound and eternal flavor of daily life. Lu You was a great patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
There is also a poet Qiang who is close to Lu You's era: "There is no way around the castle peak, and it will last all his life. The excellent poems describing rural life in ancient times are amazing in number and rich in connotation. Note (1) Village house.
However, the author Gao Ding did not expect that it was about nine miles south of Shaoxing. Not only is the picture complete, but he pours this feeling into his own poetry creation, and his clothes are simple and quaint. "According to him.
So it has won people's universal love for thousands of years. Tao Yuanming, who is famous for initiating the pastoral school, described the real scene in his poem "Returning to the Pastoral Residence" to enlighten the poet. On the social day, the king hurried rice, beams, fat dolphins and hedges down the goose lake and mountain, and the chickens lived in a half-closed door. Separated families help intoxicating people return to their old friends. Zhuang Menghao-ran, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me at your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We open your windows in the gardens and fields and talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. When the holiday on the mountain comes, I will come again in chrysanthemum time, and the four-season pastoral fans will become a big day, and the descendants in the village will be responsible.
This couplet communicates with Qian Shan through the word "doubt" very straightforwardly: "Ai Yunmu Xiu came from afar and ironed out the twists and turns of the current scenery. It seems that we have enjoyed the beautiful spring scenery with the poet. This is a couplet.