Two poems inscribed on Bachi
Dynasty: Tang
Author: Wang Changling
Genre: Wujue
Waist Wherever the sickle wants to go, I mow the autumn leeks in the East Garden.
The world is no longer a matter of course, the sad song and the woodcutter.
Open the door and look at the Changchuan River, and see the fishermen at dusk.
I would like to ask the white-headed man, how many years have you been fishing?
Ancient Yuefu
Orchid grass is naturally fragrant and grows beside the avenue.
If you are going to be sick for eight or nine months, you will have to pay for it.
Xijiang Moon·Autumn Harvest Uprising
Mao Zedong
The army called the workers and peasants revolution, and its banner was sickle and axe.
Don’t stop in the Kuanglu area, but go straight to Xiaoxiang.
The landlords are oppressed heavily, and the peasants all share the same hatred.
In the autumn harvest season, dusk clouds are sad, and there is a riot with a thunderbolt.
The barley rows
The barley is dry and the wheat is yellow, and women are walking and weeping, and their husbands are hiding.
As far as Jibi in the east and Liangyang in the west, I asked who had the sickle and the Qiang.
How could there not be 3,000 soldiers of Shu, and the leaders of the army have worked hard for a long time?
It is as peaceful as a bird with wings, carrying white clouds to return to its hometown.
Five unique features of the mountain village
Su Shi
The bamboo fenced thatched huts take advantage of the sloping stream, and flowers bloom everywhere in the mountain village in spring.
If there is no elephant, there will still be elephants in peace. Wherever the solitary smoke rises, there are other people’s homes.
In the misty rain and the sound of chickens and dogs, there is no life anywhere.
But if you teach the yellow calf, no one will wear it, and the cuckoo will not work, but you will be encouraged to farm.
The old man in his seventies has a sickle on his waist, and he is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.
How can it be that I have forgotten the taste after hearing the rhymes? There has been no salt in my diet for the past three months.
The stick and quinoa wrapped in rice are gone in a hurry, and the money is gone in a flash.
Winning children's voice is good, a year and a half in the city.
I am ashamed of myself if I steal my salary and forget to give it back to me. You will be sad when the harvest is over.
There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall, so that you can travel less in your life.