Poems about the spring of wheat seedlings

1. Sweep and write an ancient poem about spring wheat seedlings. Sentence author: 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.

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.

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.

2. Sentences describing spring wheat 1 Spring, endless wheat fields, green, refreshing, vivid, smiling, breezy and fragrant. ...

A breeze blew, and golden wheat waves were set off in the terraced fields, which were more spectacular than the waves of the sea.

The wheat seedlings that are turning green, fluffy and green are carrying crystal dew in the morning glow.

The wheat awn stands upright, just like a broom. Wheat is full and bigger than good apple seeds.

No matter which direction you look, the spring wheat between heaven and earth is not high, but no one bends down straight. They took me. I hold you like a flexible screen. It comfortably affects the spring breeze; It is like a magic carpet, covered with boundless white clouds, all the way to the top of Xia Hong.

Spring is here, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and there are vibrant scenery everywhere. Green wheat seedlings are growing happily in the wheat field. After the breeze, the blue waves are picturesque.