1. Poems about millet
Poems about millet 1. What are the ancient poems about millet
Inscribed on Mi Yuanhui's painting of Wang Mian
I was born to be obsessed with landscapes, and when I unfold my scroll, I can see the mountains as sweet as honey. The ancient trees are all black with smoke, and the distant mountains are pointed by the setting sun.
The danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but the tranquility is enough to comfort me. Looking at the clouds on the road makes me feel more passionate, not because of the millet.
Kesi Wang Mian
The soft hair is hung in rags, and the short hair is covered by the autumn wind. The fish grown in Wenshui are white, and the millet in Tengzhou is red.
Favors are different today, but customer journeys were the same last year. Thousands of miles away from the mountains, there is a solitary bird in the mist.
Wang Mian on the Jizhou Road
I walked the Jizhou Road and meditated on the ancient imperial capital. The water and soil may have changed in the past, and the tribute books of Yu are also different.
The city walls are like village docks, and the rain and snow are heavy. The thin bushes gather frozen birds, and the foxes roar withered trees.
The cold clouds cover my scarf, and the cold wind tears my undershirt. Xu Heng exhaled, his mustache covered with ice.
Cheng Cheng watched the fireworks, and there were few people living along the road. There is no millet to buy, and there is no glutinous rice to drink.
The roots of the mulberry tree in the earthen house look like wine vines. I wandered around and asked Ye Lao, can you lend me the kitchen?
Ye Laoxin greeted me with a smile, and came forward to hold my train. The hot water warms my hands, and the fire warms my body.
Don’t wash your face, as washing your face will damage your skin. I know the old man is kind-hearted and slowly drives the servants away.
I wonder about the Lao He clan? Yun is Yi Shiru. Since the coming of the great dynasty, everything has been learned from the beginning.
All the people who were recruited to fight for the garrison were all bow and arrow disciples. Even if you have good children and grandchildren, they are no different than dogs and pigs.
I am an old man now and cannot read a word. There are no allusions, so where are the etiquette and righteousness?
When I talk about my grandfather, I feel pain in my bones. I heard that there was a sudden sigh of relief, and I hesitated with my hands empty.
Hesitating towards the sky, when will it be possible to recover? I couldn't bear to cry, and I fluttered my sleeves in the southwest corner.
2. Poems describing the grain millet
Xu Zixiu’s Landscape Song Author: Yuan Kai It was a cold day in the high hall of the Xia family, and Xu Qing’s painting was still wet.
The deep mountains and swamps store smoke, and there seem to be dragons, snakes, and snakes in the dark places. Xiangyang millet master Dong Yuan, the beauty is not limited by strings and ink.
Everything is natural for thousands of miles in an instant, and Fangshan Shangshu is known as a wise man in the world. It turned into white clouds and covered the clear sky, and the general of the Li family was extremely clear and beautiful.
He was afraid to retreat and not dare to move forward, and people in China are still talking about it. As long as you have these two family ideas, your profits and losses will not be stagnant.
The meaning is that the origin is first in creation, and the power of writing is in the boundless world. The year before last, I wrote for a guest about Lin Lu, where hundreds of flying springs emerge from the deep valley.
I was so drunk that I dared not sleep, worrying about the waves rolling into the thatched cottage. The long embankment and the winding road are like lines, and they are invisible when you go far into the deep forest.
People on the water do not close their doors, and there are flowers outside. Xu Qing, Xu Qing, whom I admire, has been looking at each other for twenty years.
The water in Xiaoxiang is thousands of feet long, and the place where melons are planted in the east of the city is also painted. Pudong Girl Author: Wang Feng The wealthy families in Pudong are so luxurious that the head of the Pudong household complained.
The young man died in the secular life and each gave birth to a wife, and the red woman had no time to kiss Sangma. The neem flowers are purple when the doves call for rain, and the barley drink smells better than millet.
A man with his head wrapped in green cloth was riding a barefoot bicycle to catch the water. The water is low, the bank is high and the force is easy to rest, and the fields above the water are worried about leakage.
The grain seeds are as golden as melon seeds, and wild crows will not steal them from field mice. The yellow grass clothes are draped in a thin wind, and the sun shines on the face with a gray smoke.
The neighbors to the south and north are even poorer, and the chaff and rice powder follow the emperor. A {Minu} brought tea to each other, and the rich family was newly appointed as the head of the state palace.
The wife worships the lady and the maid is also honored, embroidering the red wheel to shine on the country. The sheep and cows came down and the chickens wanted to roost, and they cried several times with tearful eyes.
A woman’s life is full of suffering, and her way back is to the west with poplar-speckled bamboo. The picture of Yunshan in Fanghu with the inscription of Dr. Hu Shigong. Author: Su Boheng. The picture of my family's Haiyue is modeled by Xiaomi's hand. The cliffs and green walls are surrounded by clouds, connecting Hengjie to the north and Henglu to the south.
The wind blows constantly, and there are suspected ghosts and ghosts. The stone forest suddenly opens up and the dark desert is restored, and the thunderstorm is about to bring sorrow to the gliders.
Zhang Shang felt that the world was narrow and bleak, just like nature. Three hundred years after his death, the writing power spread to Fang Hu.
I heard from the old story that Immortal Rock is twenty-four, and all the immortals are surrounded by clouds, windows, and fog. Jinxi is full of jade energy, and Qionglin is shining brightly every night.
The square pot is swiped with brushwork to show the real interest, and the raw paper is dyed with more than a foot of talent. There are no bluebirds under the sky, but there are still black apes calling in the old trees.
A Taoist priest from the Shangqing Dynasty happily acquired it and cherished it as much as the Thousand Pearls. Exhibiting and observing makes me take a long breath. Where can I find such clouds and mountains?
The peach blossoms in Wuling are blooming in spring, and the osmanthus trees in Huainan are not withered in autumn. With a strong face and a proud smile on the Golden Horse Department, I am a disciple of the East.
How lucky is it that the imperial edict allows me to beg and return home, and I use clouds as my carriage when traveling far away. Cangwu not only pays tribute to Emperor Yu's tomb, but also explores the book of Yu in Kuaiji.
Climb the wooden branches of the East China Sea to the left, fold the green clover of Western China to the right, and find the true path to cross the weak water. Flying safely is supported by a Qiong stick. There is no coolness to cleanse the ears, and there is also coercion to fill the void.
I hold a cup to drink with my mother, who can scratch her itch and attract Magu? The hair on the temples is not changed by the bright snow, and the sun and the moon are like jumping pills.
After Xuan Pu Luo Fu Ruojie, he planned to go out to the sea and mountains to have fun. Spring Rain Village Living Author: Zheng Gangzhong The bamboo house with thatched eaves is blown by the mountain breeze, and the two mountains are surrounded by flowing water from the west to the east.
It’s like sitting in a small boat with the tent window closed, surrounded by mist, rain and mist of spring. Block Ranyong was read by Zhouyi.
A bright and bright mind. The bottle of opium can hold half a bucket, and all the wonderful ideas are contained in the belly.
In the Ming Dynasty, the cold kitchen was empty, and the millet was cheap but the price was high. Don't be careless when carrying a basket to pick up the slaves. Boil the rotten grits and offer them to the old man.
Praise for Youjun's turn in victory Author: Yue Ke People in the Tang Dynasty were very pleased with their imitations. Who can be more beautiful than a goose through the ages? Is it true that I am sleepy when I follow the deer dream? I am greedy for painting pancakes.
If you feel pity and peace, you can still open your ears, and you can do it with drums and flags on the river. Who can prove you with copper pills and green clothes? Repeat the verses and trouble millet.
Seven Songzhai Autumn Songs and Blowing Huang Cunzhi Rhymes Author: Qiu Wanqing According to Wuzhi, there are many things to do, and it is late at night when I look at the mountain upstairs. Even though the building is not as far away as the mountains, it is just like millet painting smoke and clouds.
Three Poems from Fenghu Author: Liu Kezhuang The waiter Xiaomi was born late, and the layman Longmian was far away. I wonder if a good painter can write the picture of Weilan Jade Pagoda.
Jizhou Road Author: Wang Mian I walked on the Jizhou Road and meditated on the ancient imperial capital. The water and soil may have changed in the past, and the tribute books of Yu are also different.
The city walls are like village docks, and the rain and snow are heavy. The thin bushes gather frozen birds, and the foxes roar withered trees.
The cold clouds cover my scarf, and the cold wind tears my undershirt. Xu Heng exhaled, his mustache covered with ice.
Cheng Cheng watched the fireworks, and there were few people living along the road. There is no millet to buy, and there is no glutinous rice to drink.
The roots of the mulberry tree in the earthen house look like wine vines. I wandered around and asked Ye Lao, can you lend me the kitchen? Ye Laoxin greeted me with a smile, and came forward to hold my skirt.
The hot water warms my hands, and the fire warms my body. Do not wash your face, as washing your face will damage your skin.
I know the old man is kind-hearted and drives the servant slowly. Asking Lao He clan? Yun is Yi Shiru.
Since the coming of the great dynasty, what I have learned has become the beginning of banditry. All the people who were recruited for the garrison were all bowmen and arrows disciples.
Even if you have good children and grandchildren, they are no different than dogs and pigs. He is now an old man and cannot read a word.
If there are no allusions, how can etiquette and justice be restricted? When I talk about my grandfather, I feel pain in my bones. I heard that there was a sudden sigh of relief, and I hesitated with my hands empty.
Hesitating towards the sky, when will it be possible to recover? I couldn't bear to cry, and I fluttered my sleeves in the southwest corner. Guest Thoughts Author: Wang Mian The tattered clothes are hung with soft fur, and the short hair is caught by the autumn wind.
The fish grown in Wenshui are white, and the millet in Tengzhou is red. Favors are different today, but customer journeys were the same last year.
Thousands of miles away from the mountains, there is a solitary bird in the distance. Inscribed on a painting by Mi Yuanhui Author: Wang Mian I have been obsessed with landscapes since I was born, and when I unfold my scroll, I see the mountains as sweet as honey.
The ancient trees are all black with smoke, and the distant mountains are pointed by the setting sun. The danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but the tranquility and tranquility are enough to comfort me.
Looking at the clouds on the road makes me feel more passionate, and I don’t want to add too much because of the millet.
3. What are the ancient poems describing "millet"
"Inscription on Rice Yuanhui Painting" Yuan Wangmian
I was born with a fascination for landscapes, and exhibited Rolls are as sweet as honey.
The ancient trees are all black with smoke, and the peaks of the distant mountains are visible at sunset.
The danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but the tranquility is enough to comfort me.
Looking at the clouds on the road makes me feel more passionate, and I don’t want to add too much because of the millet.
"Ke's Thoughts" Wang Mian, Yuan Dynasty
The ragged clothes are hung with soft fur, and the short hair is covered by the autumn wind.
The fish grown in Wenshui are white, and the millet in Tengzhou is red.
Favors are different today, but customer journeys were the same last year.
Thousands of miles away from the mountains, there is a solitary bird in the distance.
"On the Road to Jizhou" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
I walked the Jizhou Road and meditated on the ancient imperial capital. The water and soil may have changed in the past, and the tribute books of Yu are also different.
The city walls are like village docks, and the rain and snow are heavy. The thin bushes gather frozen birds, and the foxes roar withered trees.
The cold clouds cover my scarf, and the cold wind tears my undershirt. Xu Heng exhaled, his mustache covered with ice.
Cheng Cheng watched the fireworks, and there were few people living along the road. There is no millet to buy, and there is no glutinous rice to drink.
The roots of the mulberry tree in the earthen house look like wine vines. I wandered around and asked Ye Lao, can you lend me the kitchen?
Ye Laoxin greeted me with a smile, and came forward to hold my train. The hot water warms my hands, and the fire warms my body.
Don’t wash your face, as washing your face will damage your skin. I know the old man is kind-hearted and slowly drives the servant away.
Asking Lao He clan? Yun is Yi Shiru. Since the coming of the great dynasty, everything has been learned from the beginning.
All the people who were recruited to fight for the garrison were all bow and arrow disciples. Even if you have good children and grandchildren, they are no different than dogs and pigs.
I am an old man now and cannot read a word. There are no allusions, so where are the etiquette and righteousness?
When I talk about my grandfather, I feel pain in my bones. I heard that there was a sudden sigh of relief, and I hesitated with my hands empty.
Hesitating towards the sky, when will it be possible to recover? I couldn't bear to cry, and I fluttered my sleeves in the southwest corner.
Wang Mian (1287~1359), named Yuanzhang, also known as Zhuishishanong, also known as "Shizhongweng", "Plum Blossom House Owner", etc., was a native of Fengqiao, Zhuji, Zhejiang, and a famous painter of the Yuan Dynasty , poet, seal carver. He was born into a poor family and worked as a herdsman for others when he was young. He became a self-taught man.
Wang Mian was aloof and despised the powerful. Most of his poems sympathized with the suffering of the people, condemned the wealthy and powerful, despised fame and wealth, and described pastoral and secluded life. There are 3 volumes of "Zhuzhai Collection" and 2 volumes of sequels. He has loved plum blossoms all his life, planted plum blossoms, chanted plum blossoms, and painted plum blossoms. The plum blossoms painted are densely packed with branches, full of life, strong and powerful, and have a great influence on future generations. Existing paintings include "Spring Morning in Nanzhi", "Dark Plum Blossoms", "Three Gentlemen", etc. He was able to cure seals, and he created seals carved with flower milkstone, and his seal writing skills were exquisite. There is a biography in "History of Ming Dynasty".