Modern pastoral poetry 1. Modern pastoral scenery poems
The list is as follows:
1, the sound is in the whole country-Xu Zhimo
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
2. Early Spring-Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
3, "Golden Autumn"-Xin Di
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
The scenery in the south and north of the mountain is good.
I want to go to Jiangnan
A glimpse of fiery red river flowers and blue river water
Listen to the reflection of the arch bridge and the fishing fire on the boat
Clouds in the south, folk songs in tea gardens.
Platoon leader Turquoise water chestnut
Boiling water waves, rippling
I want to go to Jiangnan
Indulge in the fragrance of gardenia, oranges in the orange garden
Touch the softness of spring breeze and the smoothness of rain.
The sound of Qiantang chamber is in the rolling wave wall.
The waves beat against the coast. Whisper to the swallow
Stop in an alley, wander
Jiangnan, Jiangnan
Jiangnan with hidden poems and paintings
She comes from a beautiful legend.
Cry like resentment, dream like a dream.
I walk in Jiangnan
Jinggangshan bamboo
Sunset to Xishuangbanna
From Cangshan Erhai Lake to Desert Island Bird Forest
Flocks of fish weave the South China Sea.
Fishing boats with early sunrise at sea
Pulse, white sail, what time is it?
A gentle March
Good scenery in the south and north of the mountain
A beautiful old friend, on the other side of the mountain.
Look to the future. Throw away turbid thoughts.
5. Daxi scenery
A wall of Shidi Power Station
Cut out the high gorge and Pinghu Lake
Wanyan mountain range
Carved by green water
Bonsai on the mirror
A mountain standing in the water
Like jadeite in various shapes.
And cut the mirror into beautiful scenery.
Reflect the landscape of farmers on the lakeshore.
soft
Early morning fog
Like a veil on a bride.
Only egrets and wild ducks are moving.
The water in the sun is the same as the sky.
A breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure.
Slowly close the net
Clever walls and banks
Deduct the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Concentrated in a jade plate with green jade.
2. Modern pastoral poetry
1, "Pastoral Scenery" entered the countryside, Miao said hello to me, and the river was singing with the birds.
Crops and rivers, combined with mountains, have become a beautiful oil painting. Miao, do your best to grow sturdily, grow beautiful rice and rivers, do your best to nourish everything and make the countryside full of vitality.
2, "Early Spring" friends, it is spring, dispel the sorrow, dry the tears, smile at the sun, although there is no torrent of flowers, wash away the shackles of winter. Pour intoxicating fragrance, diffuse plain mountains, although there is no bird waterfall, splashing thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the misty morning light, rolling on the avenue at dusk, but waiting, once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in haste. It is the most beautiful and best dream, and it may come brilliantly overnight.
3. The hand of goddess peak in the colorful handkerchief waving to you suddenly withdrew and covered her eyes tightly. When people disperse, who is still standing at the stern, whose dress is flying like a raging cloud? Jiang Tao, one with a high voice and one with a low voice, has a beautiful dream that leaves beautiful sadness, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
But can the heart really turn into stone? The torrent along Jiangfeng, Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum is inciting new betrayal. It is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for one night than to show off on the cliff for a thousand years.
4, "Early Summer" blue sky and white clouds, the fragrance of Shan Ye, a winding Qingxi flowing, the corner is full of flower trees, the faint shed is half-covered, once or twice occasionally, the barking of chickens and dogs comes out, the environment is beautiful, the scenery is charming, and the pond outside the shed is even more charming. One or two lotus flowers are charming and moving, which complement each other with all kinds of flowers beside the pond. The old man under the flower tree in front of the house slowly paced back and forth admiring it. The tea fragrance on the small table blends with the flower trees, and it is so fresh that it becomes a beautiful picture. I watched it for a long time, unforgettable and fascinated.
5. The "golden autumn" was fruitful, and the tall rice piles on the farmers' threshing floor became pieces. The smiling net opened the fishermen's faces, and the cold clothes warmed the hearts of the soldiers on the horizon.
Outside the sunset, pick up thin stones and throw them on the surface of reeds, no matter how deep they are there or how shallow they are here, and watch a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
3. Modern poems describing rural scenery
"Beautiful scenery in the south of China" Author: Tribulus I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River to see the fiery red river and blue sea water, listen to the reflection of arch bridges, fishing boats and clouds in the south, and row into the distance in the tea garden folk songs.
The green water chestnut is rippling with the boiling water. I want to drink gardenia fragrance in Jiangnan. The orange of the orange orchard touches the soft drizzle of the spring breeze, and the smooth Qiantang waves to the shore in the rolling wave wall. Whispering sweet words stops at the corner of the lane, wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, and collecting poems and paintings. She came from a beautiful legend and cried like a dream. I wandered in the south of the Yangtze River, from the bamboo forest in Jinggangshan to the sunset in Xishuangbanna, from Cangshan Erhai Lake to the bird forest on a desert island, weaving the South China Sea into a pulse of fishing boats with early sunrise at sea and white sails in spring. In March, there was a beautiful old friend in Shannan, and there was a beautiful scenery in Shanbei.
Let go of the muddled thoughts:::::::::::: Bend with the earth and print a beautiful arc in the slightly shiny sky. Only the ups and downs of farmers' backs constantly change their angles. The countryside, roads, wilderness and sky are gradually becoming brighter. On the river bank, I walked through the village with the dew of Asahi. The sunset attracted smoke for the village on the screen, and I danced home to my heart's content. The laughter of the sheep spread all over the village ... a beautiful countryside with endless poetry. My pen, waiting for the climax of lyricism in the sound of frogs, is hung with red peppers on the eaves in autumn. Day by day, I am on the branches, in the fields, and in my heart at this moment, red peppers hang on the eaves like auspicious poems of red Spring Festival couplets, and this harmonious happiness permeates the farmhouse yard. I raised my camera and wanted to publicize this precious yard style. The flowers and clothes aired in the window of the world are open in the yard, and the colorful wings flying like butterfly petals are blowing the fragrance. All the sunshine at noon should be put into the hearts of warm wanderers. The flowers and clothes on the wire rope of warm men who go out to work are the beautiful imagination of kannika nimtragol. The rapeseed in the busy field has just opened, and the threshold of March has just opened. I passed her yesterday, and she still closed the door. Round as a clenched fist, thanks to the pouring of spring rain, thanks to the magic of love, thanks to the spring breeze blowing away the rape flowers in the dusty fields, which tickles my heart. I found the fulcrum of my life and the fishing fire that I love the sea. -Country Sketch Author: Jia Yang's figure with a hoe in one hand is blurred in the green whirlpool, hoping that golden dreams will meander on the ridge of the field, and piles of bonfires will be lit on the vast fields. Dragonflies, locusts, and unknown creatures in nature are also devouring you. They are eroding the hearts of farmers. Bring the cow here quickly. The ants on the road will get hot later. Pull up the grass by the field at noon to see if there is water in the canal. Go faster. Don't squint at me. You can be happy again in a few days. Don't walk too slowly. The sun will be very hot later. Ants on the roadside are very busy in spring and summer. Don't cry. I know the water in the field is 40 degrees hot, but being born as a cow, just like my ancestors were farmers, this is our life! ! ! ! ! ! ! The clear river shines in the flowers and plants, looking forward to a beautiful childhood. Trees and plants are clear, and Yingbin Avenue is home. The moonlight rises in Xiji, and a colorful cloud is floating in the sky. The bridge is afraid of getting lost in the moonlight. You come down from the sky and mark the direction of the mountain. Since then, rain or shine, the evening breeze at the foot of Nanshan has brought a little noise. The flowers here are silent. Spread your arms along the masonry road and ask the sunset for the shadow of Beishan Park in spring. I started looking for my childhood footprints from the mountain road. A rhubarb dog stopped me head-on and bit my memory. Hulu River is low. Lower, a small flower held its head high on the riverbed, facing the wind. It is praying for rain. The fog in the morning is like a veil on the bride. Only egrets and wild ducks stir the water and the sky in the sun. Only a breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure and slowly closed the net. The scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter is concentrated in a jade plate year after year.
4. What modern poems describe rural scenery?
The sound of Xu Zhimo's country boat slowly sounded in the shade of weeping willows-a cool breeze in early autumn blew a piece of velvet on the water and blew the sound of the countryside on both sides of the strait.
I am resting alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river and listening to the sounds from far and near-once again, I have a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the boundless ethereal-disappearance; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid. Shu Ting's friend in early spring, it's spring to dispel the sadness. Dry your tears and smile at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, Zui Xiang is flooding the plains. Although there are no birds singing and waterfalls splashing in the mountains, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but wait. Once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in a hurry. It was the most beautiful and best dream. Maybe when you arrive brilliantly overnight, it is still cold and frosty. If you listen to the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling in the valley, as if wailing together, but there are already a few small cuckoos that warm the world like eternal flames, and even the clouds are no longer floating with friends. Let's just say that spring is beautiful and rich because it has gone through the last bitter autumn, and the new red fruits are fragrant all over the garden. On the farmers' threshing floor, the tall rice piles were pulled into pieces, and the fishermen's faces were full of smiles. The cold clothes warmed the hearts of the soldiers. They picked up thin stone fragments and threw them on the water of reeds.
5. Modern poems about rural scenery, urgent
1, "Golden Autumn" Author: Xindi garden full of red fruits fragrance, farmers threshing floor high rice piles into a piece, pulling a net full of laughter, open fishermen's faces. Cold clothes warm the hearts of the soldiers. Beyond the sunset on the horizon, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them into the water of reeds, no matter how deep it is. Here, I watch a row of geese carrying golden autumn. 2, "Local accent" Author: Xu Zhimo boat in the shade of weeping willows.
I am resting alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river and listening to the sounds from far and near-once again, I have a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the boundless ethereal-disappearance; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid. 3, "Early Spring" Author: Shu Ting friends, spring dispels the sadness, dries the tears and smiles at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, Zui Xiang is flooding the plains. Although there are no birds singing and waterfalls splashing in the mountains, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but wait. Once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in a hurry. It was the most beautiful and best dream. Maybe when you arrive brilliantly overnight, it is still cold and frosty. If you listen to the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling in the trembling valley, as if wailing together, but a few small cuckoos have warmed the world like an immortal flame, and even the clouds are no longer floating with friends. Let's just say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has passed the last chill. "Country Dusk" Author: Wu Chusheng twilight hazy countryside under the sky turned into a faint landscape painting. After thousands of years of smoke, Qingshan is still silent for thousands of years. The more I read Country Dusk, the more I feel that the poems written by wild geese in the sky are fresh and meaningful. Even the flute of the shepherd boy who drove the sheep into the corridor shook the charm of Dongshan's curving drunken moon shooting out of the countryside, like Zen flashing into the dusk, longing eyes looking through the stone path. "When the sun is shining" Author: Dai Wangshu When the sun is shining, it is time to go for a walk on the path: the muddy road moistened by rain must be cool and gentle; Show off the new green grass and wash away the dirt at once; Little Chrysanthemum, which is no longer timid, slowly raises its head, tries to be warm and cold, and then blooms one after another; Butterflies shake off water drops and wander freely among leaves, exposing colorful pages of wisdom to the sun.
When the weather is fine, take a walk on the path; Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading across the stream. The sun has pushed away the haze, and the stream is dizzy and wrinkled in the warm wind. Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footprint of the cloud-and it is wandering.
6. Modern pastoral poems
The sound of Xu Zhimo's country boat slowly sounded in the shade of weeping willows-a cool breeze in early autumn blew a piece of velvet on the water and blew the sound of the countryside on both sides of the strait.
I am resting alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river and listening to the sounds from far and near-once again, I have a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the boundless ethereal-disappearance; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid. In the autumn season, the new red fruits are full of fragrance. The high rice piles on the threshing farm are full of laughter and laughter, which makes the fishermen's faces warm and the soldiers' hearts warm. Beyond the sunset on the horizon, they picked up thin stone pieces and threw them at the surface of reeds, no matter how deep or shallow. Here, I look at the countryside before the golden autumn wheat harvest. The field is really quiet. There is a wind flowing between the golden wheat awns. The field is really quiet. In the distant village, there was a melodious crow sound. Two donkeys, one big and one small, walked into the corner of their eyes. The field is really quiet. Eyes lurk in the wheat ridge. The field is really quiet. It's like some kind of pre-war precursor, and it's like waiting for the dawn at night.
7. Modern poems describing rural scenery are urgently needed.
1.
We walked on the ridge, and the spring breeze blew on our faces, which made us feel very comfortable. Because spring is not as bitter as winter, but slightly chilly. You see, the grass that has been sleeping under our feet for a winter wakes up and sticks its head out of the ground. Although it is only a little light green, it is full of vitality. Some unknown flowers, one cluster after another, were scattered on the ridge of the field. In front of us are endless crops. Golden rape blossoms are in full bloom, and industrious bees fly here to whisper, and then fly there to kiss. And this piece, that piece, shiny green safflower, naturally embroidered with a few small purple flowers, very beautiful. The wheat seedlings that are being pulled out are as thick as a green carpet on the field. Seeing this scene,
2.
He returned to the countryside.
Go back to where you were born.
He flew back,
Fly when you come back.
In fact, he looks like a bird.
Between different places and hometown
Shuttle back and forth.
He returned to the countryside.
Go back to your favorite virgin land
He flew back,
Fly when you come back.
In fact, his heart is very contradictory.
In order to realize a wish
He sacrificed love for his career.
Or lovelorn for love.
Only he knows,
Only in his heart.
He returned to the countryside.
The sky used to be no longer cold.
There's not even goose feather snow anymore.
All the old trees have been cut down,
Some old people are still shaking from side to side.
It is not that he deliberately missed the morning sun.
Laugh at yourself in childhood photos.
It seems that those years were a little ridiculous.
Maybe if he puts on a military uniform,
He's not who he is now,
Maybe it's even harder to imagine standing on the mountain
He returned to the countryside.
He is the master of time,
Time is beating in his hands.
The surrounding villages surrounded his sight.
He had to hide in a sweet shell to breathe.
I like the smell of straw when I breathe.
He has that smell in his mouth.
The scenery is in his eyes.
First love is in the mysterious hay field.
. . . .
He returned to the countryside.
His shadow follows his loneliness.
When I fell into that dream
His life is flowing with the years.
Past, present or future.
He only believes in one meaningful maxim.