1. the mountains are cold and blue now and and the autumn waters have run all day.
by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?. -Wang Wei's "a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di" 2. The dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and it will take three breaks in a few miles.
I see the disciples in the circle, and I see them hidden in the forest hills. Whispering rain, flowing stones.
in a deep stream, there is a long whistle at the top of a mountain. 3. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
If you have an appointment and don't come past midnight, knock the chess pieces and drop them in snuff. -Zhao Shixiu's "About" 4. Autumn is good, and Kuang Jun is idle in the pool.
under the leisurely Xilin, you know yourself in front of the mountain. Thousands of miles across the sky, several peaks emerge from the clouds.
5. I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.
rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.
down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.
6. The mountains are green and the mountains are white and full of rivers, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields.
-Weng Juan's April in the Country 7. in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane. And a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
pheasant [sentence] Mai Miaoxiu, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!. -"a Farm-house on the Wei River" 8, blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and the tourists are rare, and the mountains and mountains go to Chai Fei.
the little boy paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array to return home alone. 9, the bird loves the old forest, and the fish in the pool misses the source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside. Around the house is about ten acres of land, and the thatched cottage of the thatched cottage.
the elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin, in front of Taoli Luotang. 1. The eaves are low and small, and the grass is green on the stream.
when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, and when you're white-haired, you'll never be happy. The eldest son hoes the bean stream to the east, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best and lies on the stream head to peel off the lotus.
-Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le. Village "11, Jia Yi three years fall, Wan Li, Ban Chao.
how to lead a white calf, drinking water is good for clean water. 12, the day out of the field at night, the children of the village are in charge.
children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, but also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade. 13, looking at the Golden Horse Gate, Laoge Caiqiao Road.
rural songs have no bosom friends, and they lack relatives and friends at the end. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
14. after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
-"an autumn evening in the mountains" 15. The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the head of the tree are not shaded. Children hurried after Huang Die, flying into the flowers and nowhere to be found.
-Yang Wanli's "Xugong Store in the New City" 16. The mud mirror of the newly built field is flat, and every family can take advantage of the frost and shine. The laughter sounded like thunder, and the flail sounded bright all night.
-Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" 17. Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
18. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
-"Zhuli Pavilion" 19. The drizzle on the eaves of the thatched cottage is wet with smoke, and the river road is cold and snowy. I don't love "xianggong" Jin Luoma, but envy his long white-covered boat.
—— Lu You's "Boats with White Bamboo Canopy Covers and Boats are Occasionally Borrowed to Nearby Villages" 2. Chickens sing three times to be bright, and arrange rice bowls and tea bottles. The lover is still afraid of urging early ploughing, so he pulls the awning window to see Xiaoxing.
-Hua Yue's Tian Jia 21, my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone, amid beauty that is all for me.
I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.
22. down the blue mountain in the evening, moonlight was my homeward escort. Looking back to the mountain path, the mountains green and boundless green.
I was passing the farm-house of a friend, when his children called from a gate of thorn. Walking into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, the green rose and the branches brushed against the passers - by.
and I was glad of a chance to rest, talk about wine. To sing the melody of Wind Through Pines, the milky way stars are thin.
when, I being drunk and my friend more than happy, Tao Ran * * * forgot his plane. -Li Bai's "down Zhongnan Mountain to the Kind Pillow and Bowl of Husi" 23, hibiscus flowers with minced wood, red calyx in the mountains.
there are no people in the stream, and they all leave. 24, the bright moon does not surprise the magpie, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night.
In the fragrance of rice, it is said that there is a good harvest, and you can hear frogs. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest of the year, the ear of a wave of frogs, as if in a good harvest years.
In the old days, at the edge of the Maodian community forest, the road turned to the stream bridge. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" 25. Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, and keep customers in good years.
there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village. The days of blowing Xiao and playing the drums were close, and the villagers were still dressed in a simple fashion.
from now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon, you will knock on the door with a stick all night. -Lu You's "Tour Shanxi Village" 26. The water is full of rice and leaves, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low.
Oriole loves new cool and good, and flies over the green hills and sings. -Xu Ji's "New Cool" 27. There are few people in the wild, and there are few wheels in the poor lanes.
hide the beauty in the daytime, and think about it in the empty room. When the complex market music, pulling weeds * * *.
there are no miscellaneous words when we meet, but the words are long in Sang Ma. My Tian sang ma is growing taller and higher, and my land of cultivation is expanding day by day.
I'm always afraid of frost, and it's the same as the grass. 28. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. 29. the limpid river, past its bushes, running slowly as my chariot.
becomes a fellow voyager, returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry, autumn sunset floods the peaks.
far away, beside Mount Song, I shall close my door and be at peace. -"bound home to mount song" 3, the house is singing in spring, and the apricot blossoms are white by the tree.
hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring vein. Returning to Yan knows the old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar.
I'm afraid that I'm not at home, and I'm disappointed that I'm a traveler. 31. I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream.
rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles. Rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines.
the surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks. Down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is.
oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!. -"Qingxi" 32, Yan Yan went to the autumn pond, and Tian Jia was busy since then.
move the vegetables to the distant water, and collect the fruits to be frosted. The wild pheasant is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes the fragrant tea.
guests still have wine, so they stay in the Maotang. -Xu Hun's "Cottage" 33. Bamboo-hedged thatched cottages take advantage of the slanting stream, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village in spring.
there is no image of peace, and there is still an image. The solitary smoke begins in other people's homes. It's misty and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you restless.
however, no one can admire Huang calf, so why bother to cultivate him? The old man is seventy years old, and he is ashamed that the bamboo shoots and ferns in spring mountain are sweet.
It's the smell of rhyme that dispels the taste. Recently, there is no salt in March. The stick wrapped in rice went in a hurry, and the green money changed hands empty.
winning children's pronunciation is good, and it's better than a year and a half in the city. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.
you don't have to wait for the kite to fall, so you can think about traveling less in your life. -Su Shi's "Five Wonders of Mountain Villages" 34, Mu Yutian's family came out, and the city was divided into yin and ye.
You can wander in the canals and walk in jasper, while you can sleep in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep water is burned by musk deer.
when people disappear in the sunset, chickens flock together. —— Wang Anshi's "Two Poems of Confessions into the North Temple" 35. One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the Banqiao Road in Zhuxi Village is oblique.
The mother-in-law called for a silkworm bath and looked at gardenias in the atrium. -Wang Jian's "Rain Over the Mountain Village" 36. Maoshe Liyuan Creek Qu.
chickens and dogs are from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green.
listen and weave, and speak quickly. Rolling shuttle. 2. Ancient poems describing rural scenery and their illustrations
an autumn evening in the mountains
(Tang) Wang Wei
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening,
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat,
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.
Passing through the old people's village
(Tang) Meng Haoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
Village residence
(Qing) Gaoding
Grass long warbler flies for February,
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Take advantage of the easterly wind to fly paper kites.
Xugong Store in Suxin City
(Southern Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
The hedge is sparse and the path is deep, and
the flowers on the top of the tree are not shaded.
Children run after Huang Die,
Cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
children's fishing
(Tang) Hu Lingneng
A young boy with a hairy head learns to hang on to a bow, and
Sitting on the side of a raspberry moss reflects himself.
Passers-by waved at a distance by asking questions, and
The fish was too scared to respond to people.
What I saw
(Qing) Yuan Mei
The shepherd boy rode the ox, and
The song inspired Lin Yue.
trying to catch cicadas,
suddenly shut up. 3. Ancient poems describing rural scenery and their illustrations
an autumn evening in the mountains (Tang), Wang Wei, after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening, moonlight in its groves of pine and stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat, and what does it matter that springtime has gone and while you are here, O Prince of Friends?. Meng Haoran, preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm, we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains, we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands, wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time, who lived in the village (Qing Dynasty), the grass in Gaoding flew in February, and the willows on the embankment were drunk with spring smoke. Children returned early from school, and they were busy flying paper kites while the east wind was blowing. "Stay in Xugongdian, a new city" (Southern Song Dynasty), Yang Wanli's hedge fell and the sparse path was deep, and the flowers on the tree head failed to fall.
Children hurried after Huang Die, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found. Children's Fishing (Tang Dynasty) Hu Lingneng's young boy with a hairy head learns to hang on to the bow, sitting on his side with raspberry moss.
Passers-by waved at a distance by asking questions, which scared the fish to be surprised. What I saw (Qing) Yuan Mei's shepherd boy riding a yellow cattle, singing and vibrating Lin Yue.
I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I kept silent. . 4. What ancient poems describing the rural scenery have you accumulated after class? Choose one of them and write it down.
Du Fu's quatrains
It's beautiful when the sun is late, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring.
Swallows fly in the mud, and Yuanyang sleeps in the sand.
Du Fu's quatrains
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky. Wan Li Boat in Menbo Dongwu
Qingpingle Village Residence —— Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the streams are green. When you are drunk, your voice is charming, and your white hair is ugly. The eldest child hoes the east of the bean stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, and he likes children's hooligans best. The stream head lies and peels off the lotus.
The evening view of the riverside in Hui Chong
Artemisia selengensis has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to go up.
Bamboo House
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. 5. Poems about the countryside
There is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village.
—— Lu You's "A Tour of Shanxi Village" is a thousand miles away, and the flowers are green and red, and the water village is full of wine flags. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
-Qingming by Du Mu we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village" children and grandchildren did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons in mulberry shade.
—— Fan Chengda's "summer village Miscellaneous Seven" contains peach red with persistent rain, and willow green with morning smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six" comes out in the daytime, and the children in the village are in charge.
-Fan Chengda's "summer village's Miscellaneous Seven" has one or two chickens crowing in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road has a diagonal bridge. -Wang Jian's "Rain Over the Mountain Village" planted beans under the south mountain, and the grass was full of bean seedlings.
—— Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Part III" does not laugh at the peasant's wine and wine, and keeps enough chickens and dolphins in good years. -Lu You's "Tour Shanxi Village" The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree Western jackdaw, a little flying under the shadow.
-Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha Autumn" children came back early from school and were busy flying paper kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Village Residence". 6. Illustration poem of Qingpingle village residence
Pingle village residence ① Xin Qiji's eaves ② low and small, with green grass on the stream.
when you are drunk, Wu Yin is fond of each other, and when you are white-haired, you will never be happy. Big son hoes beans ⑤ creek east, middle son is weaving ⑤ chicken coop.
I like children's hooligans ⑦. I lie on the stream and peel the lotus. Note ① Village residence: selected from Jia Xuan Long and Short Sentences.
qingpingle, epigraph name. Village residence, the title of this word.
② Maoyan: refers to the hut. ③ Wu Yin: The author lived in Shangrao, in the east of Jiangxi Province, which was the territory of Wu in ancient times, so the dialect in this area was called Wu Yin.
④ be fond of each other: say something nice to each other. ⑤ Mow beans: Mow the grass in the bean field.
⑥ knitting: knitting. ⑦ Rogue: This means naughty.
The old word means that the house is made of thatch, with low eaves; There is a stream in front of the door, the shore is covered with grass, and the green water and grass set each other off, which is even more lovely. I don't know whose family's two old couples with white hair and spots had a few drinks, and then they talked in the authentic local dialect, pleasing each other, and their tone was gentle and affectionate.