the folk songs of the northern and southern dynasties
Silkworms are born in March and spring mulberry is full of green. Daughter picks spring mulberry, and the song is blown as spring music.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Shannan grows beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Guo Shan farmstead
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Cut rice for singing.
Don du fu
Rice gets empty clouds and water, and Pingchuan faces Shimen. The cold wind scattered trees, and the rising sun scattered chickens and dolphins.
At the beginning of the wild cry, I heard the sound of war, and the woodcutter Song slightly left the village. Homeless, seeking news, being a guest.
Ximing Temple Gong Wei Penchi Xinmi
Tang Tang Yan Qian
When rice was planted in the south of the Yangtze River, it rained after cicadas sang.
The lotus pond is small and the algae well is thin.
The land is born with the golden elephant world, and its roots are still in the paddy field.
There are still three Wu Si, which reminds you of fishing in LA.
2. Seek an ancient poem describing farmers, Li Shen's Two Poems for Farmers in the Tang Dynasty.
"If you plant a millet in spring, you can harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. Farmers will still starve to death if there are no idle fields in the four seas. "
"Weeding was noon that day, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard? "
Look at cutting wheat.
Author Bai Juyi
The full text is as follows:
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
3. Poems about praising farmers, the bones of great writers are your brushes, which are full of pride in heaven. Violet laity Li Bai, a fairy, covers the river month by month, and obeys the pride of the people, which can make Lux take off his boots and your wife hold the inkstone; Fairy talents are more beautiful than others, so they don't want to join the army and be elegant and fresh in my life. In this case, Mr. Drinking is the only one who divides poetry and wine into moonlight, and the other three points become both rigid and soft, and the embroidery is half full of Tang Dynasty.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Remembering Li Bai" has collected a pile of soil by the river, and Li Bai's name is forever high. There are poems coming and going, making a big axe in front of Lu Ban.
Crazy that everyone wants to kill; You can't shout when you're drunk. I can't save wine in Li See. It's really sad to pretend to be crazy. Everyone wants to kill people, and I only have sympathy.
-Du Fu's "No See" and "Li Bai's Fighting Poems", buried in Chang 'an Restaurant. The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, claiming that I was Brewmaster. "
-Du Fu's "Drinking the Song of the Eight Immortals" made his six beautiful valleys full of water plants. The grass is deep and thin.
Farmers are no different. Lonely ears are safe.
I am often afraid that I will specify a domain name. Suddenly fly with the crown of the autumn tree.
Birds have to recommend ancestral halls. Give birth to glory for you.
Answer: Since my brother grew up in Xiyuan, he has been presenting me with a smart suit, and everything is noisy. When I humbly thanked me, I returned to my hometown at leisure.
In the second season, I passed through the old valley and was surrounded by Chi Huaxuan. The sword shines on Songyu, and the guest shines on Shimen.
Shan Tong recommended that tiger manure mortar tea hinges satirize busy fruit, and wild old men open fragrant bottles. Go fishing in Chen Qiao and talk about farmhouses.
Yesterday, the lotus was in full bloom, but today, the orchid is in full bloom. Laugh after the song, I don't know the evening scenery.
Drunk white is also invincible in poetry, not thinking about the group. Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss. When is the toast, weight and details?
It's hard to recall Li Bai's "Spring is bursting".
4. Write a poem describing the life of poor peasants and show pity for them.
Don Li Shen
one
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Secondly,
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Tian Jia
Don Ni Zhong Yi
Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.
The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
Xun Xi Ji pin
-Dong Qing Yao
It's lucky to add a little money when the rice is green and yellow.
February, the new April and May Valley, who are you working for?
Look at cutting wheat.
-Don Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad. The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
5. Poetry related to farmers belongs to the countryside. Tao Yuanming lived in Wei and Jin Dynasties. There are few people in the wild, and there are few wheels in mean streets. During the day, I covered myself with Jing powder, and I remembered the dust in the empty room. When I was in the market, I pulled weeds. I didn't talk when I met him, but the road to Sang Ma was long. Summer has a long life and my land is vast. I was often afraid of frost, so I dispersed with the grass. I returned to the countryside and lived in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The fish in the pond miss their old roots. When they opened up wasteland in the south, they returned to the countryside. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. They are behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. They are warm and distant villages, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. In the deep lane where dogs bark, the crows of mulberry trees are swaying. The house is clean and messy, and the vacant rooms are idle. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature. Pastoral ci is a memory of Tang Li Bai. However, you must first raise Tiansu. We are near three paths and planted thousands of trees. I have been urged to move in Guangdong, and I haven't met anyone for thirty years. It's very late when writing the sword, and it will be dusk in Yuan Qiu. Pregnant in the morning, I often don't know much when I sit during the day. I admire the red owl in the sky, and I compete for food. I think Jinmamen, I have worked hard to pick the firewood road. I have no friends in the countryside, and in the end I lack relatives and friends. The old man looked at the new calendar. They were disgruntled and went away from home. Going to Qi and going to the countryside is what Tang stayed on Qi water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry forest, the river is bright and the well is clear. The shepherd boy looks at the village, and the hounds return with the people. What's the matter with your reticence? Fei Jing has a day off. The pastoral in autumn rain is Tang Gengqiu's business. Fishing in the morning, Laopu moved. In my spare time, last year, chrysanthemums bloomed in Dongli. Four seasons Fan Chengda Li Jinhuang apricot fat, wheat cabbage flower thin. No one ever landed on the long fence during the day, only dragonflies and butterflies flew over. In the Song Dynasty and Fan Chengda in the four seasons, birds are cast into the forest, and tourists are sparse, and the mountains in front of them go to firewood. The children paddled like leaves, weaving ducks and returning alone. All night, flail rang to the Ming Dynasty. At four o'clock, the countryside flourished in Song and Fan Chengda, and the children in the village were in charge of their own affairs. Children and grandchildren don't work for farming and weaving, but also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade. At four o'clock, the countryside is thriving. (1) Plum, golden apricot, white wheat and sparse cauliflower. No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. At four o'clock, the countryside is thriving at night. And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees. After my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertained me at your farm. We looked at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We opened your windows in gardens and fields, talked about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands, and waited for the holiday in the mountains. I will come back in chrysanthemum time. You Shan Xi Cun [Song Dynasty] Lu You Xiao Mo's farmhouse, muddy with wine, when the harvest is good, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay. There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village. Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream. Drunk in Wu. I like children scoundrels best, and I look forward to Wang Ji's performance in Gao Dong's Twilight. What is the desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn, and hills are only bright. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Strangers care about each other, and Long song picks Wei. In the evening, they sang Meng Haoran's song and returned to the lumen. The bell of the mountain temple rang the night arrival, and I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry. People came to Jiangcun along the beach, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. Soon, the moonlight of Lumen Mountain penetrated the misty trees. Unconsciously, I came to an ancient secluded place, the hut gate and the pine forest path, which was lonely and quiet, and only secluded people came and went. Wang Wei, a farmer by the Weihe River, the setting sun shines on the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the hinterland. The wild old man misses the shepherd boy Leaning against a stick, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy, where are the roaring pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves, and intimate greetings. No wonder I long for a simple life. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . Ji Wang, Ji Wang, Ji Wang and Gaodong are watching the dusk. What is his migration wish? Trees are all autumn, and hills and mountains are only in the twilight. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. They don't know each other, and Long song is pregnant with Wei. In April (Tang) in the countryside, the green hills are covered with white mountains, and the rain is like smoke. In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields. Fisherman Zhang (Tang) flies in front of Cisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
6. Poems about the countryside-farming villages
The east wind in towns and villages urges rain, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.
Chickens, ducks and pigs are full of circles, and cotton and linen are stacked.
There are many supermarkets and roads winding through the pond.
Taxation is a moral issue, and there will be no good days for a thousand years.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Agricultural family
Don Young is in people.
In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.