Poetry about farming 1. Ancient poems about farming
Silkworm girl
When I went into town yesterday,
I came back with tears in my eyes
Those who are covered in Luo Qi,
Not a silkworm raiser.
Tao-Mei (Song)
Tao used up the dirt in front of the door.
There are no tiles on the house.
Fingers are not stained with mud,
Linlinju building
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
The farmer is still starving to death.
Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
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.
The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles.
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 another poor woman with her son in her arms.
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 three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
2. What are the ancient poems about farming?
Ancient poems about farming:
1, wild old song
Don: Really?
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.
At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
2. Every Cloud in the Mountain
Tang: Meng Haoran
After spring, there are many flowers and trees, and farming is everywhere.
Talking to himself after drinking, the farmer advised him with words.
Suddenly I heard Jingshanzi, and I came out of the Peach Blossom Garden.
Collect firewood across the north valley and sell medicine to the west village.
The village turned cloudy and cloudy, and there were repeat customers on hazel road.
Zhang Ce met before, but the explanation is the past.
Stop when you are happy and feel sorry for each other.
It is said that fusang is a move, and shaking six purlins is a light move.
But I was lucky. I saw the grass alone.
Laugh at Jie Yu's madness and pity Kong Qiu.
Things are often favorable, and my way is expensive and quiet.
The western hills are dry and there is no one outside.
When will Qingxi be returned, Dan liquid will be refined twice.
3. Gift for Xu Anyi
Tang: Li Bai
See Chu Lao during the day and sing Xu Anyi. Brocade is messy, and the knife here is good.
The breeze blew a hundred miles, and Hua Hui smelled the breath of the capital. If the floating people return to the clouds, the agriculture will be full of suburbs.
Sichuan light net wheat is long, and the mulberry branches are long. The lawsuit is just a long whistle, and the guests are coming to replace me.
Green oranges blow households, and white water flows into the garden pool. Wandering in Anyi, Wynn didn't hold back.
Li Tao, a peach tree, is in its maturity at the end of the year.
4. "Kantian Jia"
Tang: Wei Wuying.
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
5. "Don't work in the eastern suburbs"
Tang: Geng Kun
Gao Dong occupied a thin land and cultivated it for the rest of the year. Protect medicine, plant mountain thorns, and water vegetables to attract bamboo springs.
In the late thunderstorm, I was 30 years old, and the fog reported sunny days. If you ask about kindness, you will be addicted to virtue.
3. Poetry about agriculture
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. It's hard for anyone to see the Chinese food on the plate.
Fifteen Poems of Yu Hesheng's Farm Tools
There is no limit to planting grass in the morning, and ploughing water at night.
Tillage and dew, even the moon comes out at dusk.
Since there is no gross profit, there are thousands of boxes of real goods.
There are more stars in the sky than empty names.
Farming and sowing are no better than farming.
Rhododendron has sound of spring, bloom is not flourishing, and the grass is full of velvet.
Diligence is diligent and people are anxious, and sorrow is rainy.
Fengze Land Club is a royal garden, which emphasizes agriculture, countryside and farmers at the end of each year.
Silkworm girl
When I went into town yesterday,
I came back with tears in my eyes
Those who are covered in Luo Qi,
Not a silkworm raiser.
Tao-Mei (Song)
Tao used up the dirt in front of the door.
There are no tiles on the house.
Fingers are not stained with mud,
Linlinju building
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
The farmer is still starving to death.
Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
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.
The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles.
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 another poor woman with her son in her arms.
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 three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.