Poems about harvest 1. Poetry about harvest
Harvest song and dance
Zhongyan (Tujia)
I dreamed that I was spread out and spread out on the ground.
An ecstatic dance. I am like this.
Dance to the sky
The flame made by human beings
Continue on earth
Facing autumn and harvest
Burning in the world
Blood, meat and bones that continue to burn. I have a lot to say at this time.
I said it word for word.
Holding beautiful and touching gestures.
There are many languages.
As in the coming year, the seeds are harvested one after another.
Kneeling on the ground
Life,
Open it countless times
Beautiful tears, this is the dance I keep creating.
I always yearn for my own creation.
Is the world.
Sacred flowers
I gave her everything to the earth.
The earth accepted my sincere sowing.
Like a village
Living by your side
Around me, the weather is fine,
The harvest of life
Really excited.
Crops, your dance
in front of me
Dance selflessly
It lasts forever.
2. Poetry about harvest
1, plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
2, the night rain red durian demolition, the new autumn green taro fat.
3, autumn bamboo, cool Wuling pine.
4, it is best to make a hole as far as pomegranate flowers.
5, hibiscus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the middle of the month.
6, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
7. After a light rain, Xiao He turned over and Liu Kaihua wanted it.
8, Shinjuku fisherman is still average, swallows fly in the clear autumn.
9. In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that the harvest year is good, and the sound of frogs is heard.
10, a little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery.
1 1, Tian Chongxiang runs through Chang 'an, full of golden flowers.
12, first frost of the Green Lotus lost the autumn rain overnight.
13, how many springs there are in every life, with harvest and poverty.
14, Liu Hua shines brightly in May. When it is among the branches, it can be seen that the children are beginning to grow.
15, the moonlight in autumn is better than that in spring, and the frosty days in Wan Li are quiet and lonely.
16, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same.
17, I like to watch thousands of waves in rice fields, and heroes everywhere smoke at dusk. The morning dew was shaken off.
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3. Poetry about harvest
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The flame I made for the people dancing in the sky continued to face the autumn harvest in the earth, burning the blood, flesh and bones in the world. At this time, I have a lot to say, every word is in a beautiful and moving posture, and there are many languages. For example, in the coming year, the harvest seeds kneel on the earth and bloom countless beautiful tears. This is a dance that I have been creating. I always long for my creation to become a holy flower in the world. I gave her everything to the earth, accepted my sincere sowing and lived around like a village. Good weather and good harvest are really exciting for crops. Your dance unfolded in front of me.
4. Poetry about harvest
Autumn wind is accompanied by crisp waves.
In the morning, the jade claws are transparent.
Walking on the beach, the dream of spring lingers
Love leaves swaying in the middle of the mountain.
If Fengbo asks how much the autumn harvest is.
Red leaves float in the bottom of the soul and burn.
An autumn night in the mountains, don
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Bai Juyi in Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang Dynasty
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?
After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
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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.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
5. Poetry about harvest
1, Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.
From Song Xin Qiji's "Walking the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moonlight"
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. (Xiqiao I left: west end)
Explanation:
The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year. The sky is cloudy and starry, flickering, and there is a light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.
2, don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine, keep the customer chickens and dolphins in good years.
Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village in Song Dynasty
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Explanation:
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The harvest year is very bumper. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns, worrying that there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers. The day of playing the flute and drums for the Spring Festival Club is coming, and the simple ancient style is still preserved. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
3, ten miles west domain cooked rice fragrance, hibiscus fence falling bamboo wire is long, hanging mountain fruit hanging green yellow.
From Fan Chengda's "Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi" in Song Dynasty.
Ten miles in the west of the field is ripe with fragrant rice, the hibiscus fence is long with bamboo filaments, and the hanging fruit is green and yellow.
The dense fog knows that the autumn morning is wet, and the thin clouds cover the sun and noon, so there is no need to fly over to protect the army.
Explanation:
Golden ten-mile flat land, fragrant rice fragrance, red hibiscus flowers beside the farmhouse bamboo fence, long bamboo swaying in the wind, countless green and yellow mountain fruits hanging on the branches and smiling. The fog is getting thicker in the autumn morning, and the humid air is refreshing. The thin clouds at noon covered the sun again, not to mention protecting my uniform with a cover.
4, the home accounts for the climate, * * * said that this year is abundant.
From Tian Jia Yuan Ri by Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
Explanation:
Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the East. This morning, the new year began again. I am forty years old this year. Although I have no official position, I still care about the people. Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds. Farmers speculate on the natural climate this year, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.
5, the rice under the mountain of Ehu is fertile, and the finless porpoise is half covered.
Social Day by Wang Jia in Tang Dynasty
Goose and lake, crops grow well, every household is full of pigs and chickens.
It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.
Explanation:
The rice beam at the foot of Ehu Mountain is plump and the harvest is in sight. In the barn, the pig is fat and the chicken is strong, and the door is half open. As the sun sets, mulberry trees reflect long shadows. After the Spring Festival, every household helped the drunkard to return.
6. What are some good poems about autumn harvest?
1, Tian Chongxiang array passes through Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden armor.
2, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
3, Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest, listening to the sound of frogs.
4, it is best to make a hole as far as pomegranate flowers. Poems describing the autumn harvest.
5, hibiscus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the middle of the month.
6, the night rain red durian demolition, the new autumn green taro fat.
7. I like watching thousands of waves in rice fields and heroes dying everywhere. The morning dew was shaken off.
8, Shinjuku fisherman is still average, swallows fly in the clear autumn.
9. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
10, dark green with a little red, () there is no need for more touching spring scenery. Poems describing the autumn harvest.
1 1, autumn sound of thousands of bamboo trees, cool color of Wuling pine.
12, first frost of the Green Lotus lost the autumn rain overnight.
13, how many springs there are in every life, with harvest and poverty.
14, Liu Hua shines brightly in May. When it is among the branches, it can be seen that the children are beginning to grow.
15, after a light rain, Xiao He turned over and Liu Zhanfang wanted it.
16, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same.
17, the moonlight in autumn is better than the night in spring, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely.
7. Poetic harvest
Send Liu Ba to Zhongshan
Tang huangfuran
If Gao Dong is near and far away, the bitter rain will come back.
The wind and frost are late in leap years, and the harvest in the mountains is late.
Go back to Yan, and record history skillfully.
Ping Zi has traveled for a long time, and I know you are sitting and laughing.
Three poems by Tian Jia
Tang Liu Zongyuan
A cup of food satisfies the needs of others and drives the cattle eastward.
The alley in Jiming Village is white, and it returns to dusk at night.
Chengcheng, fly a kite.
Try your best to stick to the poor years.
Do your best to help the corvee, talk and sleep.
Children and grandchildren will grow up and return to the world.
The fence is separated by fireworks, and the farmers are talking about their neighbors.
Autumn insects sing in court, and horses are silent.
Silk is taxed and the loom leans against the wall.
The night in Richmond passed, and chickens and millet had a feast.
Words are long and harsh, and words are more responsible.
After the lease in Dongxiang, the automobile hub fell into the mire.
It is beyond the reach of the public to forgive less.
It's a pity to operate carefully.
Welcome the new year at this age, lest you follow in your footsteps.
The ancient road is full of thistles and haunts the songs of the ancient city.
Polygonum cuspidatum Bank, Shui Han is greener.
It's time to harvest. The sunset is full of firewood and pasture.
The wind is high and the willows are sparse, and the frost is heavy and the pears and dates are ripe.
Pedestrians are fascinated, and wild birds compete to stay.
Tian Weng smiled at each other and was dark and cautious about the original land.
Fortunately, this year is not abundant, and I have no appetite for porridge and porridge.