The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
The mother-in-law is full, and the child is 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 was a poor woman with a child beside her.
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
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 merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
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.
Li Shen's two poems about farmers
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death.
"Tian Jia" Fan Chengda
Farming during the day and weaving at night, the children in the village mind their own business.
Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
2. Liu He Zhang Zhi's ode to youth poems.
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk threads hang down.
I don't know who to cut,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying,
The grass in the long suburbs is green and endless.
Tourists, whether they are old people in spring or not,
Step on the flowers in front of the pavilion.
Wang Anshi anchored in Guazhou.
A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,
Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.
There is green Jiang Nanan in the spring breeze,
When will the bright moon shine on me?
Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you forget Jiangnan?
Jiangnanchun
Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,
Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine.
480 temples in the Southern Dynasties,
How many towers of smoke and rain
Tang Du Mu's poem "Disappointment": "You don't have to be disappointed to learn nature in the Spring Festival Evening. The wind is strong and the green leaves are full of branches. "
Wang Jiangnan Liyu
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is prosperous.
On the boat, the strings of the river are floating, and the city is flying and rolling.
Kill the flower watcher!
Yu Meiren Li Yu
The wind returned to the small courtyard,
Willow eyes are full of spring scenery.
After half a day's silence,
The sound of the bamboo crescent moon is still the same as before.
Before the song ends,
The ice on the surface of the pool melts first.
Candles are bright and fragrant, and paintings are deep.
Frost and snow on the temples are hard to clear.
Farewell to Wang Wei
My friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? ?
Tijunshan Tang Yongtao
The smoke waves are still and the shadows are heavy, and the blue color is all black.
Suspected narcissus dressing room, snail indigo mirror center.
After Summer Rain —— The Theme of Green Holland
The monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are new, and the first rain washes the dust.
The breeze suddenly blows the lotus leaves, and mercury pours from the sapphire plate.
A Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate Tang Du Mu
There is water in the green hills, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. Populus davidiana smoke is light, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring-it rains at home in Huangmei season in Song Dynasty and Song Qi's "Yulouchun", and frogs croak everywhere in the grass pond-Song Dynasty and "You Yue" protect the fields with one water, while the other water is green. After all, it flows to the East-Bodhisattva Man by Qi Ji of Song Xin. Writing about the mouth wall of Jiangxi "—— Song Qingshan can never get tired of reading it, and how long the flowing water is interesting —— When you, my love, are riding a bamboo horse, trotting in circles and throwing green plums —— Li Baijiang in Tang Dynasty is a green ribbon, and the mountains are like jade hairpin.
3. What are the poems about farming?
1, at noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? -"Farmers" Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. -"Farmers" Li Shen
3. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is covered with bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. -"Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming
4, there are mountains, fields, ploughing, mountains, wives and spinning. Life is like this, there is no need to form a group. -"When you meet a forest, you have to worry about seventeen mountain people, so it's different."
Although it was thin last autumn, it hasn't rained this summer. Hard days, rent and tax. -"Widows in the Mountains/World Bank" Du Xunhe
The sentences about self-cultivation are:
1, no pains, no gains, no efforts, no progress, no achievements, no rewards.
2. Any surprise, luck and harvest in life comes from hard work day after day. Even if there are thousands of successful gestures, hard work and persistence must be the premise.
4. Educated poetry
When the hoe was breathing, I took the word farming apart. It turned out that two plows, a well and a cloud were enough for a farmer. With this well, we don't have to go over mountains to get water from the river. With clouds, we can meet the rain and ensure a bumper harvest of grain. The person who wrote Land and Labor into a book loves crops as much as I do. When the hoe is breathing, he often ponders the method of writing. I saw him shaking among the seedlings, as if it were a piece of sunshine or a little air. His farming posture makes a very vicissitudes sound in my poems.
5. The ancient poem about green is 1 Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is new. -Liu, Moonlit Night
2. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment in the shade of Populus davidiana. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
3. The trees are shady at night, and the water in the pool is cool and youthful. -Bai Juyi's "Ancient Wu Bei Ting Wo"
4, the poet Jing Qing in the Spring Festival, green willows and yellow half uneven. -Early spring in the east of Juyuan Yang.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
6. I saw an oriole flying in the warm air, and a green water plant was reflected by the sun. -Du Fu's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling"
7. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
8, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. -Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Village"
9. Green fields, high rocks and white clouds in the Spring Festival Evening. -Xie Lingyun's "Entering Peng Li Hukou"
10, white hair floating green water, red palm playing blue waves. Robin Wang's Goose, Goose, Goose
6. What are the poems related to farming (1)
(Tang)
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
(2)
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.
Tao Yuanming s Journey to the Garden (Ⅲ);
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Secondly,
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.