Six must-read landscape idyllic poems, gentle rain, smoke curling, beautiful to the heart

In the city for a long time, more and more envy pastoral life.

Countryside fields, white clouds and birds, birds call, curling smoke...... Time is not hurried, life is not noisy and noisy, which is probably the most desirable life.

Perhaps, for you, the pastoral life is still far away, so, it is better to read the poetry, in the poetry, looking for the long-lost pastoral beauty.

Six must-read landscape and idyllic poems, beautiful to the heart, see which one you like best?

Green seedlings, flying egrets, freedom and hope

《Spring Dawn in Hengxi Hall》

Song Yu Siliang

A green seedling while hand green

light smoke indifferent rain

The east wind dyed as many as three thousand hectares

egrets flying nowhere to stop

Drizzle falling in the sky, green on the ground, farmers are bending over the planting, the field of egrets flying, this is the poet described a picture of the south of the countryside.

The earth seems to be dyed with green, everywhere is full of infinite vitality, egrets fly, looking at the boundless green, but can not find a place to settle.

When nothing happens, go to the countryside, take a look at the green wheat seedling, the heart will be full of hope.

After rain sunny, fresh air, the most beautiful scenery

《The New Clear and Ambitious》

Don Wang Wei

New clear open fields, no atmosphere scale.

Guo men ferry, village tree even Xikou.

White water Mingtian outside, Bi Feng out of the mountain.

Farm month idle people, family affairs south mu.

Early summer in the countryside, after the rain clear, look, after the rain wash, there is no trace of dust in the air, the air is so clean and fresh.

Outside the fields, the silver water of the river shimmered, for it had risen after the rain, and the clear day shone brighter than usual. Under such beautiful scenery, farmers are working hard in the fields.

Labor is the most beautiful scenery in the countryside.

Jujube flowers falling, reeling car sound, is the direction of home

《Washing Streams and Sand》

Song Su Shi

Little cloth fall jujube flowers, village south village north ring reeling car.

Niu Yi Gu Liu sells cucumbers.

Wine trapped road long but want to sleep, day high people thirsty tea.

Knock on the door and ask the stranger.

Walking on the road in the country, jujube flowers have been fluttering, flying in the CI man's scarf, the north and south of the village sounded the sound of the car, which is a symbol of harvest, more joy.

Walking on the road, unconsciously mouth thirsty, then approached the roadside family, knock on the door for a cup of tea to drink.

Quick beg a bowl of tea to eat, solve a solution to the wanderer thirst, the gentle throat, let your heart a heat, is the feeling of home.

Drinking with friends, gossiping about farming, feeling satiated

《A Surname》

Don Meng Haoran

Old man with chicken millet, invited me to Tian home.

Green trees village edge, castle peak Guo oblique.

Open xuan face field, wine words mulberry.

Stay until the Double Ninth day, also come on the chrysanthemum.

People in the country are always very warm. Meng Haoran was invited to a farmer's home.

Green trees surrounded the village, and green hills slant beyond the city walls. Open the window is facing the farmer's threshing ground, Meng Haoran and friends drink wine, talk about agricultural affairs, is so comfortable.

In such an open garden, the human body and mind can obtain a comfortable satiety, like the fish in the pool, like the wind in front of the hall, like the month in the sky, free and clear.

Flowering Yan return, full of vitality, where not spring?

《Pastoral Work in Spring》

Don Wang Wei

House spring dove, apricot white village edge.

Take axe to target far away, hoe veins.

Return to the nest, old people see the new calendar.

Linyun suddenly not royal, melancholy travelers.

The idyllic spring is always particularly lively.

Spring has come, the turtle doves in the house constantly chirping, the village apricot flowers are also competing to open. The swallows are back, whispering in the rafters,

Spring came, and the farmer could not stay idle. He picked up his ax, straightened the long branches of the mulberry tree, and examined the spring water underground.

The attachment to landscape pastoral is not human forever homesickness.

The wind is weeping willows, the pond is drizzling, and everything is warm

《The Village Walk》

Don Dumel

Spring half Nanyang west, soft mulberry village dock.

Ping Ping willow wind, little back to the pond rain.

The herd is full of grass and the hedge is full of grass.

Half wet relief shirt, master feed chicken millet.

This is a beautiful picture of the countryside. Midspring season, the west of Nanyang, a great spring.

The breeze is blowing the weeping willows, and the drizzle drops on the winding pond. Shepherd boys in coir raincoat were singing. Girls in red dresses peered over the fence. I walked into the farmhouse to take off half wet clothes, the master set out a sumptuous meal to entertain me.

In the countryside, not only the scenery is beautiful, but also the enthusiasm of the villagers and elders makes people feel warm.

The beautiful scenery of the countryside not only cures people's body, but also edifies people's feelings and washes away the filth and irritability of the soul.

When you are upset, when life is not good, you may as well go to the mountain village for a walk, take a look, maybe you will understand:

Life is really nothing that can not be overcome, in the end, it is only three meals a day, eat and wear warm.

May you and I go through waves and see light floating life! Wish you and I can read all the vicissitudes of life, the original intention does not change!

Wish to yearn for the heart of the countryside, can be calm! May the steady heart stay young forever!

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~This is Antoine, and I hope you find pleasure in each of my articles~