Poetry about soil 1. Poetry about soil
Poems about soil are:
1. Luo Zhi's fans are always like clouds, and fine grass is like a butterfly's skirt. -Huang Qingshen Tian's "Zhi Zhu Ci"
2. Newly-built fields are mud-level, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. -Song Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Dry all the dirt in front of the door, and there are no tiles on the house. A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud. -Song Mei Yao Chen "Pottery"
4. Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
5. What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing. -Su Song Shi's "The Homesickness of Harmony between Mianchi and His Son"
6. Send a scholar a ride, but don't know the book. If you have a dutiful son, you will not live with your father. Cold element is as naive as mud, and high soldiers are as timid as chickens. -Han Anonymous "Children's Rhyme Should Be Constant"
7. There is a sad well in Jingyang Palace, and the oath period has no end. The water outside the Wu Palace is heartbroken, and the muddy mud is still buried with stones. -Don Li Shangyin's Jingyang Well
8. There is no mud and mud. I am very happy to see the king. As strong as brothers, virtue is pure and long-lasting. -The Book of Songs, Xiaoguo
9. Decline, decline! Hu Bugui? If it's not for the king, why are you still showing it! Fade, fade! Hu Bugui? If it's not for the monarch, why are you still in the mud! -The Book of Songs Decline
10. Dunbi Wei Xing, cattle and sheep do not practice, square bracts, leaves and mud. Brothers, don't go far, or set a banquet, or give it a few. -The Book of Songs "Walking Reed"
Meaning:
1. Describe women wearing beautiful clothes, the weather is hot, and there are many natural silk fans-like clouds. All the beautiful women in long skirts are playing.
2. The mud mirror of the newly-built field is flat, and the mirror is better than the new field. Xintian should refer to the place where farmers beat rice. First frost sunny family cooking, first frost sunny family cooking.
3. Dig out the dirt in front of the door to make tiles, but there is no tile on the roof. The tiles in the high-rise buildings where those people live are like fish scales and do not touch the soil.
4. Go to the north of Gushan Temple and the west of Jiagongting, and when you look up, the water surface is flat and the white clouds are low. A few orioles, scrambling to fly to sunny trees; Whose swallow brings spring mud to build a nest?
5. Life is alive. I came here, went there, and accidentally left some traces. what do you think? I feel really like a swan flying around and accidentally landing in the snow somewhere. It left some paw prints on the snow, which happened by accident, because the swan's flight was not certain at all. The old monk Feng Xian has passed away, leaving only a new tower to hide the ashes. We will never have a chance to go there to see the broken walls engraved in the past.
2. Poetry about soil
The stagnant water of Miaomang is not my soil, but the floating duckweed is my body. -Bai Juyi
Physical and mental safety is our soil, not limited to Chang 'an and Luoyang. -Bai Juyi
Tumen Mountain is narrow, and the trail is in autumn. -Du Fu
There is no land in the four seas, and life is only bitter. -Du Xunhe
A jade bowl does not grind the earth, but a white stone fills the sinkhole. -Han Yu
There is no dust in front of the county during the day, and the people are holding fish in front of the county. -Liu Yuxi
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. -Yue Fei
The dust is long and the road is late, and the wind and smoke waste the palace and autumn. -Bai Juyi
The army was defeated by Huayang and turned out to be dust. -Ruan Ji
Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely. -Du Fu
3. Poetry about "Earth"
Leitushan
Tang Bai Juyi
This pile of soil gradually emerged from the mountains and finally moved south to the family house.
Jade peak and clear water should be melancholy, afraid of seeing new mountains and looking at old ones.
Tuntian ci
Don Dai Shulun
In spring, all the sandy land is ploughed, and the old and young people grow grain and wheat. The wheat seedlings grow bigger and bigger, and the weather is bitter and sunny.
Dry soil really can't be hoed. When the grasshopper gets new grain, the young crops will eat all the dead branches.
When you come back from catching locusts, you will have an empty house.
Dovetail mud
Don
Double swallow came into the room, and the old man in the house liked Yan's return, and Peifei surrounded my bed.
Last year, in order to chase the yellowbird, it rained heavily and the soil leaked. Ermo was tired of the low height of the old man's hut.
The beam head is used as the nest where the beam lives. I don't see the owner Huang Wei singing.
Snake-dish tile ditch rat goes through the wall. A big house is a big house, but a proud young woman is a young woman.
By the well, it says that cement is self-sufficient, and you can carry mud home with you.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Nanxi Geng Chun
Don Qian Qi
The Dutch gun is fun in the south, and it is beautiful to wear it. There is plenty of rain in the stream, and the mud is disgusting.
The ditch is full of flowers, and the clouds are back. Those who are tired of farming will be rewarded if they still win.
If the farmer has leisure, he regrets not taking the scriptures.
rose
Tang peishuo
The strip in spring is bright red and dark green.
It should only be rooted in the soil for thousands of years and once buried Xichuan Jin people.
Hanshihang
Tangwangjian
Cold food families leave the ancient city, and the old people look after the house for their children. There is no old road on the hills and ridges every year.
Cars and people were scattered on the rotten grass. The shepherd drove the cow off the mound for fear that his family would sweep it.
Far away, people have no graves to sacrifice, and they also lead their wives back to their hometowns to visit relatives. Don't burn paper money for three days,
Paper money will kill you. But there is no new soil on the ridge, and the bones should be ownerless.
Compassionate cultivator
Tangweizhuang
What generation and what king don't fight, everything goes from chaos to security.
Nowadays, there are so many bones and soil, it is still necessary to point out that the township soldiers should be garrison soldiers.
Spring residence is the best.
Tang xueneng
The clouds are now in the morning, and the west park is alone. The rain came, the fire went out, and the spring was chilly.
Elm pods are healthy and orchids are fertile. Making friends is not a change. It is rare to deliver books by yourself.
Zhuangju industry store
Don
A guest walking in the wild is more closed than a house. Ask the people in the room and be a businessman.
Officials do not tax businessmen, but tax farmers to make them work hard. This road encroached on an acre of land.
Picking jade to climb mountains and exploring pearls into water houses. Border guards demand food and clothing, just like dirt.
In ancient times, one person plowed the fields and three people were hungry. Today, there are thousands of families without hoes.
My barn is always empty and my field is full of thistles. If it doesn't rain, why does it live?
4. Ancient poems describing soil
Minnong
(Tang)
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
[Notes]
1. Unfortunately: Unfortunately.
2. Hoe: Use a hoe to loosen the soil around the seedlings.
[Brief analysis]
This poem is about the hardships of labor and the hard-won fruits of labor. The first and second sentences, "When weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil", depict farmers still working in the fields under the scorching sun at noon. These two poems choose a specific scene and vividly describe the hardships of labor. With these two specific descriptions, the sighs and warnings in the third and fourth sentences, "Who knows that every grain is hard", are freed from the empty and abstract preaching and become flesh-and-blood and far-reaching proverbs.
Manjiang Hongyuefei
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
5. Poetry describing soil
Dry soil really can't be hoed. Who is tired of farming, the old man in the house likes to return to Yan, and Dai Sheng sings a tune, so why live in Lebanon, without silk bottles and millet, and send books by himself, which is the same as dirt. Do not burn paper money for three days.
Officials don't tax businessmen.
Compassionate cultivator
Tangweizhuang
Which generation and which king does not fight?
Tuntian ci
Don Dai Shulun
In spring, the fields were plowed all over the moraine, and the young plants ate all the dead branches, so they closed the house, and it rained all night, and the arrogant young woman took off her youth.
Jade peak and clear water should be melancholy. But there is no new soil on the ridge. I grow thistles in the field. I didn't see my master Huang Wei singing, sweating and dripping dirt.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
When weeding is at noon,
The snake-dish tile ditch mouse goes through the wall and flies around my bed.
Dovetail mud
Don
Double swallow into the house, with mud to the house.
Hanshihang
Tangwangjian
Cold eaters go out of the ancient city and explore pearls into the water house. In this case, the bones should be ownerless and the town soldiers should be stationed. The wheat seedlings are growing and the weather is bitter, sunny and tired.
Tang Bai Juyi
This pile of soil gradually rises from the mountain.
Picking jade up the mountain without hoes and plows, once buried Xichuan brocade people. Making friends is not change.
Long farmers have leisure, blue buds bear soil and fertilizer, old people look after the house, and children travel. When the grasshopper arrived in the new river, every grain was hard, and everything was clear from the chaos. Today, there are thousands.
Return from catching locusts and keep an empty house. Border soldiers asked for food and clothing, but regretted not bringing the scriptures, and also led their mother-in-law back to their hometown to see. When it rained, it finally moved south to the family room. It never rains.
Who knows the Chinese food on the plate?
It should only take root for thousands of years.
Spring residence is the best.
Tang xueneng
The clouds are dense and dew in the morning, and young and old are growing grain and wheat.
The beam head is used as the nest where the beam lives.
Now there are more bones than soil.
Elm pods are healthy, healthy.
In ancient times, a person plowed the land, fearing that his family would sweep it, and the road would invade the fields and acres.
Cars and people were scattered on the rotten grass. There is no old road in the mountains every year. No one lives in a big house.
Nanxi Geng Chun
Don Qian Qi
He Jinfen South Path.
By the well, it says cement is self-sufficient Excuse me, ask the people in the room.
rose
Tang peishuo
A long spring.
My warehouse is often empty, and taxes and farmers are hard.
Last year, I chased yellowbird myself. When I got tired of driving, I went to be a businessman. I don't hate the old man's hut, but I'm afraid that the new mountain will look at the old one, and the spring will be chilly. The shepherd drives the cattle to the grave, and the west garden covers the door alone.
Paper money will kill you.
Far away, there was no tomb sacrifice, and three people were still hungry and won the prize.
All the flowers are gone. The rain in the stream is wet, light red and dark green, small and even. Live and do everything.
Zhuangju industry store
Don
Kexing tianyetian
6. Poetry describing soil
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
If you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Lu You's Yongmei
Where to drink at sunset? The embroidered saddle horse hissed and was covered with blue musk deer. Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha"
Life is a happy thing. Listening to Jin Bianxi at night, even if the mountains fall, I am willing to grind them into mud.
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil.