Chu Guangxi's Tian Jia Yi Shi
Sangzhe has been immersed in the water for a long time, and the warm scenery in the evening breeze may wish to plow a plow.
Gao Ji is still weaving silkworm eggs, and the next one is hungry.
Apricot goat cooked with cheese, wheat cold with floating ridge and low pheasant medium.
Life and death are determined by fate, and things do not depend on the will of the emperor.
Dai Shulun: Women's Agricultural Journey
Swallows enter the nest, bamboo shoots become bamboo, and two girls plant new valleys. No one is better than a plow,
Turn into mud with a knife. He said that the poor mother was old and the eldest brother joined the army without marrying his sister-in-law.
Last year, cattle were hoarded in the disaster, and the city cut silk to buy knives. A headscarf hides one's face, fearing people's knowledge.
Who is the same as replacing cattle with knives? Sisters complain to each other, but they don't see passers-by but see the soil.
Clear the border to prevent seedlings from being disturbed, and renovate ditches to wait for rain. When the sun rises, Nangang will pay the bill.
The poor thing jumped on the pheasant in surprise. The flowers in the neighbor's house are gone, and the tears on the clothes are full of pity.
In Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi wrote "Fifteen Poems of Nine Kinds of Agricultural Tools";
The rich talk about stones and the poor talk about fighting.
When the rich and the poor exist at the same time, they should extend their hands.
Looking at the empty rows, sitting on thousands of boxes.
If you have rich things, why should you be ashamed of being a cow?
According to the dictionary, the agricultural tools used for sowing, with front traction and back support, can complete ditching and sowing at the same time: plowing. Plow the land. Sow with polonium. Also known as "ground").
For "cultivated land", read Ji Wu, sowing or fertilizing and plowing: plowing. Seeds, cotton.
One poem lost its title and was anonymous:
Bad wind makes the morning cool, and the residual flowers soak the soul.
It is not a gentleman not to forgive the grave for a thousand years and not to return it at Qingming.
Modern Song Quanming's "Nongjiale" wrote:
The green leaves gently support the green river, and the terraces are full of golden waves.
Listen to birds singing new songs in the morning, and read gulls singing good songs at night.
At dusk, the egrets in Lijiang River shadow the spring.
The harvest is in sight, and the old man laughs and laughs in front of the street.
-China Poetry Monthly, Issue 8.
2. Fifteen cymbals, Yu Sheng's Poems on Agricultural Tools, etc. There are nine kinds of cymbals in the Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's rich talk about stones and poor talk about fighting.
When the rich and the poor exist at the same time, they should extend their hands. Looking at the empty rows, sitting on thousands of boxes.
If you have rich things, why should you be ashamed of being a cow? In the Yuan Dynasty, Tian Jia was hungry for food but not for wisdom, and Xun Mai worked hard every year.
The old farmer knows the geographical position well, so summer summer and Hu Er went to the fields first. Until you get tired of farming, you will know that you have tried.
Tuwo might as well sow. This year has been submitted to Chunze quilt cover. Ridge-covered seedlings are as deep as rows, and the wind has been ploughing for a long time, which is god's will.
Hunting the green flag to urge the young ear, it is only when the snow falls. Hehe, the sunrise is blazing, and the essence is lost to the taste.
The grains are as dense as a coma, and the rice is lost. I really worked my ass off and turned into a yellow cloud to show good luck.
Although the old farmer is full of masturbation, he is worried about the wind and rain. The son-in-law is busy, and she turns her arm.
The waist of the cage is full and abandoned, and the ox box is urgent. Turning to the first stage, the cluster is high and the wind is still rolling.
I gave Gongmen a new feed and made up with you several times. The annual salary is still embarrassing, and the summer tax is easy.
If you take care of yourself, it means that ants have competition in autumn. Give whatever you can get, and you are hardworking all year round.
Yesterday, the banquet in the imperial court was expensive, and the honorable person had mixed feelings. Sandalwood beads and ropes blow the music, and ten thousand dollars is not worth getting drunk.
People like to eat the new bait E5A48DE 588B67A 686964616F3133431346334 when polishing essence. Everything is unnatural and everyone knows how to deal with it. As recorded in Spring Prayer and Summer Rites, newspapers have never pursued ancient meaning.
I hope the Sri Lankan people are not afraid of officials and officials will not disturb the people. Where herders follow this rule, there are two different songs and political differences.
Give Fucang every day, so that the old farmer will not worry about his old age. Build it into a long-county Qing Dynasty: How long will you lie under the white clouds?
Taniguchi Qing Yu sent a message to the ceremony. The farmer's father cherishes half of spring and goes out in the morning.
Wandering around, living in seclusion, hiding from empty boudoir. Learn to run water and bend ditches and streams.
Zheng Huan has a brother and Yuling has a wife. What is the significance of encouragement when hunger and cold are not together?
One of Yi You's Modern Poems: Qin Hong's Discussion on Late Harvest and West Wind. The street is like a tributary of a river, and all the places are lost.
The crickets of the world drive us to use sticks. Disputes are stubborn, and mussels are closed to each other.
Thunder has covered his ears and the wind has touched his neck. Picking a piece is also gold, and treasure is treasure.
I want to go out, and a piece of paper can hold me. Flow pill can relieve pain, and inch tube is suitable.
In the past, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven is only the Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Yellow Crane Tower sends a bowl to Haoran Guangling.
Lipper
The old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower and set off fireworks in March.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Listening to flute on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Langzhong Qin.
Lipper
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower
Lipper
Looking at the Yellow River Mountain in the east, the male bird came out in the air.
There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun.
The rocks cross the vault and the peaks are dense.
I have heard of many immortals and learned flying skills here.
Facing the sea, the stone room is empty for thousands of years.
The golden stove produces smoke, and the jade pool is secluded.
Leave the ancient wood, the court is cold and old.
I advocate rock climbing because I want to protect my leisure. □ Location: "Hand for foot"
Traveling all over Shan Ye, Zi Ling is unparalleled.
Send your heart to the pine tree and don't forget the guest's feelings.
Du Fu's Answer Ding Eighteen after Drunk, Break the Yellow Crane Tower with One Poem and One Hammer, and Climb Yueyang Tower.
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
Looking at the night view of Yueyang Tower, Tang Cuijue
Gankun travels thousands of miles, and the fishing boat returns.
The north wind is oblique upstairs, and the west of the lake is upside down.
Huai Sha hates poets, while Di Zi idles about.
What is the dusk? Several smoke trees meet Man Jing. Poems by Teng Wangge
Bo Wang
Wang Teng's pavilion is near the river, and Yupei is singing and dancing.
The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.