Sickle poem

Two Poems about Bucky

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Changling Wang

Genre: five musts

What does the waist sickle want? Cut the autumn leek in the East Garden.

The world is no longer theory, elegy and firewood.

Open the door to see Changchuan, and see the fisherman at dusk.

Excuse me, Chinese Pulsatilla, how many years have you kept it?

Gulefu

Bluegrass is naturally fragrant and born beside the avenue.

It will be August and September, all in the salary.

Xijiangyue Autumn Harvest Uprising

Mao Zedong

The army is called the workers' and peasants' revolution, and the flag is a sickle and axe.

Don't stay near Kuanglu, go directly to Xiaoxiang.

Landlords are oppressed and farmers are enemies.

Autumn harvest season, gloomy clouds and gloomy fog, a vigorous riot.

Damaihang

Barley is yellow, and women cry and hide.

East to Qibi Xiliangyang, ask whose waist, sickle, Hu and Qiang it is.

There are 3,000 soldiers in Shu, and this department has worked hard.

As calm as a bird with feathers and wings, I returned to my hometown with white clouds.

Five wonders of mountain village

Su Shi

Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and the mountain villages bloom everywhere in spring.

Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others.

It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.

However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow.

The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.

Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt.

The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.

Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half.

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, you can swim less in life.