Ancient poems describing pastoral scenery

Visiting Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wax wine is muddy, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. Wild Old Song Zhang Ji An old farmer lives in poverty 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, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to collect acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat. Pastoral in Spring Wang Wei Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar. Touring Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. Return to Songshan Mountain to work. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. After a long journey, he came back and went into seclusion. "Passing an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "Quatrains" Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep. Du Fu's "Quatrains" Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and clearings are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. Zhongnan Bieye I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age, and in my later years I came to the southern border of the mountains. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time. Qingxi When I enter Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. Tianjia in Weichuan The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are sparse. Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, and they talk to each other when they see each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness. Xinqingye (one night) looks at the Xinqingyuan and the vastness. Extremely untainted. Guomen faces the ferry. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream. Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain. There is no idle person in the agricultural month. The whole family is in trouble. The dangerous path of Huanghuachuan has tens of thousands of twists and turns, and there will be three breaks within a few miles. When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks. The quiet words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the mountain top. Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering. Qinggao Li has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating. I used to be tired of being secretive, and I was relieved of worries. Cui Puyang brother Ji Zhongqian's mountain is prosperous. The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Jun's pond is leisurely. Under the long west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds. Saga faces Qin, and Heta hides Jingguan. The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk. My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.