1. Poems about soil
Poems about soil are:
1. Painted woven fans are always like clouds, and fine grass is like a butterfly skirt of mud clusters. —— Huang Xintian's "Bamboo Branch Poems" of the Qing Dynasty
2. The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. ——Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
3. There is no earth in front of the door, and there is no tile on the house. The ten fingers are not stained with mud, and the scales live in the building. ——Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty, "The Potter"
4. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake"
5. Knowing how to be similar everywhere in life should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush. Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "He Zi's Nostalgia from Mianchi"
6. He is a scholar but does not know how to read. If you are filial and honest, your father will leave. Han Su is as white and turbid as mud, and Gao Diliang is as timid as a chicken. ——Anonymous Han Dynasty's "Nursery Rhymes of Heng Lingshi"
7. The remains of Jingyang Palace Well are miserable, and the time for Long Luan to die will not be over. The water outside the Wu palace is broken and the mud is so muddy that Xi Shi can still be buried. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Jingyang Well"
8. The polygonum is shabby, and there is no mud. Now that I have seen a gentleman, how can I be my brother, Kong Yan? If you are a good brother and a good brother, you will have good virtue and longevity. ——The Book of Songs "Polygonium Xiao"
9. Decline, decline! Hu Bugui? Because of Wei Jun, Hu is exposed in the middle! Decline, decline! Hu Bugui? The bow of Weijun is still in the mud! ——The Book of Songs "Shi Wei"
10. Don't walk on the reeds, and don't let cattle and sheep walk on them. The square bracts are square, and the leaves are mud. Brothers and sisters, don't stay away from me, have a feast, or teach them a few. ——The Book of Songs "Xingwei"
Meaning:
1. Describes women wearing beautiful clothes. The weather is hot and there are many natural silk fans - like clouds. They are all long skirts. Beautiful girls are playing.
2. The mud mirror surface of Xincheng is flat. The mirror surface is compared with Xinchang. Xinchang should refer to the place where farmers thresh rice. Every family plows rice while the frost is clear, and every family plows rice on the sunny day after the frost.
3. They dig up all the dirt in front of their door to make tiles, but there is not a single tile on their roofs. Those people have no dirt on their fingers, but they live in high-rise buildings with tiles like fish scales.
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4. Walking to the north of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Gong Pavilion, I looked up into the distance and saw the water leveling out and white clouds hanging low. How many orioles are flying to the sunny trees; whose swallows are bringing spring mud to build new nests?
5. In life, here and there, you accidentally leave some traces. What do you think it is like? It seemed to me like a swan flying everywhere and accidentally landing on the snow somewhere. It was just a coincidence that it left some paw prints on this piece of snow, because the swan's flight east and west is not certain at all. The old monk Fengxian has passed away, and all he left behind is a new pagoda to store his ashes. We have no chance to see the broken wall where the inscriptions were made. 2. Poems about land
"Silkworm Woman"
I entered the city yesterday,
came back full of tears.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture farmers.
"The Potter" - Mei Yaochen (Poetry of the Song Dynasty)
The earth in front of the pottery door is all gone,
There is no tile on the house.
The ten fingers are not stained with mud,
The scales live in the building.
"Compassion for the Farmers" - Li Shen
It was noon on the day of hoeing the crops,
Sweat was dripping from the soil.
Who knew that putting a plate of Chinese food on the plate is hard work.
"Compassion for the Farmers" - Li Shen
Plant one grain of millet in spring,
Harvest ten thousand millet grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world,
Farmers are still starving to death
Bai Juyi's "Guan Mowed Wheat"
The Tian family has a few idle months, five Moon people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots and oars.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of heat and rustic, and the back is scorching with the light of the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with her baby next to her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I never did farming or mulberry farming.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I read this, and I will never forget it. 3. Poems describing soil
1. When soldiers on the border ask for food and clothing, this thing is the same as soil. ——Yao He
2. There is an old man at the top of Changsi Peak, and the soil of the grotto is his bed. ——Guan Xiu
3. The dusty road is long and late, and the wind and smoke ruin the palace in autumn. ——Bai Juyi
4. At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat drips from the soil.
——Li Shen
5. But there is no new soil on the ridge, so the bones among them should have no owners. ——Wang Jian
6. The pile of soil gradually reaches the mountains, and finally moves south into the courtyard. ——Bai Juyi
7. Beat the drums and drill, and use troops enthusiastically. Soil country city canal, I alone southbound. ——"Bei Feng Drumming"
8. If you are hungry and pecking at the soil of an empty city, don't get close to Taicang millet. ——Liu Jia
9. The nine lands cannot be plowed, but Emperor Wu is still conquering them. ——Liu Jia 4. Ancient poems about soil
1. The border soldiers ask for food and clothing, which is the same as soil. ——Yao He
2. There is an old man at the top of Changsi Peak, and the soil of the grotto is his bed. ——Guan Xiu
3. The dusty road is long and late, and the wind and smoke ruin the palace in autumn. ——Bai Juyi
4. At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat drips from the soil. ——Li Shen
5. But there is no new soil on the ridge, so the bones among them should have no owners. ——Wang Jian
6. The pile of soil gradually reaches the mountains, and finally moves south into the courtyard. ——Bai Juyi
7. Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically. Soil country city canal, I alone southbound. ——"Bei Feng Drumming"
8. If you are hungry and pecking at the soil of an empty city, don't get close to Taicang millet. ——Liu Jia
9. The nine lands cannot be plowed, but Emperor Wu is still conquering them. ——Liu Jia
10. The army was defeated under Huayang, and his body was turned into ashes. —— Ruan Ji
11. The bones are buried in a mound of soil in the West Lake, and the setting sun and wild grass have passed through autumn. Wang Zhongyuan died on duty, but Northern guests can still talk about old sorrows. ——Wang Yingsun (Song Dynasty) "The Tomb of King Yuewumu"
12. The wheat seedlings are growing, the sky is bitter and sunny, and the soil is really dry and cannot be hoeed. ——Dai Shulun
13. The vast stagnant water is not my soil, but the floating duckweeds are my body. ——Bai Juyi
14. Don’t fight for land outside the city, there is free land in the city. ——Liu Jia
15. The woodcutter has a dusty appearance and says that his life will be bitter and cold. ——Guan Xiu 5. What are the poems describing "soil"
1. "Two Quatrains"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Chi Ri Jiang Shan Li , the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
2. "Reflections on the Imperial Order to Capture Yongfeng Willow Plants in the Forbidden Garden"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A tree withered and clumped into the soil, but two branches were planted gloriously in the heaven. .
It is certain that after this spring, two stars will be added to the willow light.
3. "Two Willow Branches"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk.
In the deserted garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to that person every day.
One tree withers and becomes ashes in the soil, but two glorious branches are planted in the heaven.
It is certain that after this spring, two stars will be added to the willow light.
4. "Broken Sword Head"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
I found a broken sword head, but I don't know why it was broken. One holds the green snake tail, and several inches of the green peak head.
It is suspected to be a whale-killing salamander, or else it is a thorn dragon. Lost in the soil, abandoned and no one can take it away.
I have a disdainful nature, I am strong but not soft. Do not break the sword lightly, it is still better than a straight hook.
5. "New Snow"
Tang Dynasty: Xue Neng
The fine and rough and the sudden and complex, the Qing Dynasty city did not hear the noise.
The sky is bright and colorful, the wind is chaotic, the ground is wet and the soil is half turned over in spring.
Huaiyue Temple is in the Xiangnuan Hui, and I miss my home outside Qiao Ming Village.
Xianyin only likes to make tea and drink it, and he breaks the light and goes to Jinxuan. 6. Poems about the land
土穰trinilu soil: soil; rivulet: small river.
A metaphor for small things. It also means that although things are very small, if they are continuously accumulated, they can play a huge role.
"Historical Records·Li Si Biography": "It is because Taishan Mountain does not allow soil to grow, so it can become as big as it is; rivers and seas do not choose small streams, so it can be as deep as possible." The pronunciation of "Huī tóu tǔ" is due to the gray-headed soil-faced expression. miàn explained the appearance of his head and face covered with dust.
Also describes a dejected or dejected look. Source: Volume 20 of "Wudeng Huiyuan" by Shi Puji of the Song Dynasty: "To be gray and dusty, to drag mud with water, to sing nine and ten, and to call a deer a horse, is not only living up to the ancestors, but also burying one's own soul."
Example: Huang Dashe sent Zhenqi to prison and asked for bail himself. ~ Lame Wolf, thirsty and sick, walked home. (Chapter 14 of "Awakening of Marriage") Antu Chongqian (ān tǔ zhòng qiān) Tu: hometown; Zhong: take it seriously and do not take it lightly.
They are content with their hometown and are unwilling to move easily. Half cut into the ground (bàn jié rù tǔ) cut: section.
Half of the body was buried in the soil. It is a metaphor that a person has been alive for a short time.
Bīng lái jiàng dǎng, shuǐ lái tǔ yǎn means that no matter what means the opponent uses, there is always a corresponding way to deal with it. Not acclimated (bù fú shuǐ tǔ) cannot adapt to the climate and eating habits of the place where they move.
Fight for every inch of land (cùn tǔ bì zhēng) Even if it is a little bit of land, you have to fight for it with the enemy. Describes the struggle against the enemy without giving in.
Not to give up an inch of land (cùn tǔ bù ràng) Not to give up an inch of land to anyone. Cun tuchi di (cùn tǔ chǐ dì) Cun, ruler: very few metaphors.
Describes very little land. CUōtu to burn incense (cuō gǔ fén xiāng): to gather soil into a pile with your hands.
It refers to the old superstitious people gathering soil in the wild instead of incense burners to burn incense to worship gods. Daxing Civil Engineering (dà xīng tǔ mù) Xing: establishment; Civil Engineering: refers to construction projects.
Build houses on a large scale. Fen Mao split soil (fēn máo liè tǔ) originally refers to the ceremony held by ancient emperors when they divided the princes.
Later called the feudal princes. Dung and soil are not as good as (fèn tú bù rú) and are not as good as excrement and soil.
Describe something extremely worthless. Customs (fēng tú rén qíng) is a general term for the unique natural environment, customs, etiquette, and habits of a place.
Rooted in the soil (gēn shēn tǔ zhǎng) was born and raised locally. It also refers to living for generations.
Hometown is hard to leave (gù tǔ nán lí) Homeland: birthplace, or the place where you lived in the past, here refers to hometown and motherland. It is difficult to leave the land of my hometown.
Describes the infinite attachment to one’s hometown or motherland. The land is vast and the people are numerous.
huai tǔ zhī qíng huai: nostalgia; tu: hometown, hometown. The feeling of missing my hometown.
huáng tiān hòu tǔ Huangtian: called heaven in ancient times; Houtu: called earth in ancient times. Refers to heaven and earth.
In the old days, there was a superstitious belief that heaven and earth could uphold justice and dominate all things. huī tóu tǔ miàn (huī tóu tǔ miàn): having head and face covered with dust.
Also describes a dejected or dejected look. Spend money like water (huī jīn rú tǔ): scatter.
Squander money like dirt. Describes extreme profligacy and waste.
Piling up soil can create mountains, accumulating water can create seas (jī shuǐ wéi shān, jī shuǐ wéi hǎi). Metaphorically, a little makes a lot.
Comeback (juǎn tǔ chóng lái) refers to regaining power after failure. "Tired of earth to reach the mountain" (lěi tǔ zhì shān) is a metaphor for growing from small to large, accumulating a little becomes a big thing.
I see the land. I see the land, yellow, black, and red. My body arrives before my voice. I see him, step on him, and the air heated by him is on me. I couldn't see the columns rising around me. I can't hear.
My body stepped into the void. I float after being heavy, and I fall after floating. I am originally from the ground.
I imagined that I would not be left behind. Imagine the beautiful scenery around you.
Yet I saw the land. See him as far as the eye can see, vast beyond imagination.
On the land are workers, living people, and people. I saw the land, countless lives living and dying on his chest, adjacent to, or far away from.
I said the voice of the land walked towards him, smiling flatteringly. The sound hit the ground and was reflected, in all directions, and gradually swam into the silent lake. I gestured to the ground, trying to make him see me, and my face began to look like a slave.
Without pause, the body that had been without support for a long time was reduced to pieces. Or fly, or be buried.
I am floating in the air, without sadness or despair. That's a young thing.
Two separate millstones, looking down at each other. I started to cry in their mingled gaze.
The tears are parallel to mine, getting bigger and bigger, like a mirror. I saw myself in the mirror - with a beautiful, unique aura.
The landscape is vast and boundless as soon as you open your eyes. Pieces are caked with mud, and the layers are thick and deep.
The earth can produce all things, and the earth can produce gold. Send it to me in life and death, and repay my mother's heart within seven feet.
I love this land (Ai Qing) If I were a little bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat, this land hit by the storm, this river that is always surging with our sorrow and indignation, this The fierce wind blowing endlessly, and the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest.
———Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the earth. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so deeply.
7. Poems about the land
Poetry] Singing about the land
All my poems
are always in line with the land
All of them Commitment and pursuit
seep into the marrow of the soil bit by bit
condense into my farmland and pen plow
when the soul is deeply embedded in this land
I follow the artistic conception of endless thinking
Create glory in the journey of life
The wind in the reclamation area supports an atmosphere for me
An encouragement The round and fragrant thoughts
The surging emotions of the long green waves
Like the gentle wind and drizzle, more like the autumn sun
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The whispers of sleepy workers
The light from the roots
Shining in my abundant countryside
Survival in writing The meaning and power between the plows
My rustic poems
Songs stained with soil, the purity of grass blades
Looking into the distance at the land that has lost blood after the harvest< /p>
A grateful chant
burst out from my weak chest
< I love this land>
Ai Qing
I love this land. If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land is battered by the storm,
This river of sorrow and indignation is always raging,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest ... ——Then I died,
Even my feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...