Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Translation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.
2. "Two Poems for Farmers"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Translation:
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
3. Paddy fields
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Green waves and spring waves are full of clouds. ? Fat.
It's not just the little egret, flying through the clouds to the painting.
Translation:
The straw growing on the hillside is gratifying and the seedlings are fat. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, the green waves of terraced fields roll and reach the sky. Over this green ocean, countless egrets soar freely, just like flying into a natural color painting screen.
4. "Between ten acres"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
In a big mulberry field, young girls lead Santos leisurely, and they sing together to go home.
In the adjacent mulberry fields, beautiful girls leisurely picked Santos, and they chatted together.
Translation:
In a big mulberry field, young girls take Sando as their leisure. They sing songs and go home together.
In an adjacent large mulberry field, beautiful girls are holding Sando leisurely, and they turn around and go home together, talking and laughing.
5. "Geng Xu got early rice in Xitian in mid-September"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Life belongs to the Tao and food and clothing are solid. Don't camp at all, for safety? In spring, I try to do business, and my working years are considerable.
Go out diligently in the morning and come back in the morning. There are two buildings in the mountains, and the atmosphere is cold first and then hot. Isn't Tian Jia bitter? It is difficult to resign.
Four-body sincerity is fatigue, and ordinary people are no different from doing it. Wash under the eaves, fight for wine and splash your face. Far from drowning, it matters for thousands of years.
I hope so, and I can't regret it.
Translation:
Returning to life is common sense, and food and clothing come first. Who can abandon this matter and feel at ease? Farming began in early spring, and the annual harvest was still considerable. Go to work in the fields in the morning and take rice home at sunset. Living in the mountains is full of frost and dew, and it is cold before the season. Don't farmers work hard? I can't get rid of this difficulty.
The body is really tired, but fortunately there is no disaster entanglement. Wash and rest under the eaves, and drink happily with a smile. Thousands of years of seclusion are closely related to me. I hope I can grow up like this. I am willing to plow.
2. The poem describing agriculture is social day.
Wang Jia
Ehu Xiashandao Liang Fei
Dolphin cage chicken perches on a half cover.
Mulberry Xie yingchun snake powder
Everybody help me get drunk.
Guogurenzhuang
meng haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend.
Invited me to his villa hall
We look at the green trees around your village.
Green trees surround the farm.
Opening the window, we face a nursery and a vast grassland.
Talking to Sang Ma with a cup in his hand.
Wait until the mountain holiday.
I'll come back at chrysanthemum time
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Chengda Fan
Go out during the day and farm at night.
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children don't plow in the fields.
There is also a melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Yucun village
Don Wang Jian
One or two chicks crow in the rain,
Zhuxicun Road Banqiao Inclined.
Mother-in-law called silkworm bath,
Gardenia in the idle atrium.
Youshan west village
Lu you
Don't laugh at farm wine,
The harvest is good-there is plenty of poultry and pork to keep the guests lingering.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is another village with a bright future.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club,
Robes, simple hats-they are here to pay tribute to the ancient way.
From now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon,
3. What are the poems describing the bumper harvest in rural areas? 1. "Ganxing (6)" Tang Libai
There are many bones and grasses. The grass is deep and thin.
Farmers are no different. Lonely ears are safe.
I am always afraid that I will be too long. Suddenly I will fly with Qiu Peng.
Birds are recommended to the ancestral temple. This is glorious for you.
2. "Xijiang Moonlight Walking Huangsha Road" Tang Libai
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.
3. Su Xinshi Xugong Store Songyang Wan Li
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
4. Song Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Villagers' Residence"
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
5. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
4. Poem about the countryside Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village;
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Quatrains:
When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. Who is old? The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus.
Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in the remote mountainous area. We talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village is inclined.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
Now the mountain is cold and blue, autumn water flows through my hut door all day and leans on my staff. I listen to cicadas staying at the ferry in the evening breeze and sunset, and the midnight snack smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I mortgage the great hermit and sing a wild poem in Wuliu? .
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort to go home. Looking back, I saw my way, lying in the thick shade. I was passing a friend's farmhouse. When his child called from the thorn gate, he took me through the bamboo and green vines to grab and grab my clothes. I had a good rest, drinking wine and waving my hand to chat. I sang Long song, relaxed the wind, and the music was tired. I was drunk and happy, but Tao Ran forgot my plane.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter like thunder, flail bright all night.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan
It's raining like smoke in full of green. In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
The fields are watery, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
In spring, bamboo fence huts are everywhere in the mountain village. There is no such thing as peace, but the lonely smoke comes from others. There is no peace in the misty rain. However, if you teach yellow calves and no one appreciates them, you can't persuade them to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in spring. Did he forget the taste of rhyme, forget the taste? In recent March, he didn't eat salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the money changed hands.
Lover-Sun Guangxian
In the thatched cottage, there is a winding stream. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to the knitting sound, listen to the sound of the shuttle passing through the house.
Partridge Sky-Su Shi
Forests cut off mountains and bamboo walls, and cicada garbage ponds. You can always see a blank bird when you turn over, and the water is red and fragrant. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day.
Rural scenery-Chen
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the geese at dawn.
"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You
The drizzle on the eaves of Mao was wet with smoke, and the river was cold and snowy.
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Clogs come out of the field, and the city is divided into yin and ye. Slide across the canal, stroll in the jasper, and the crops lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is stained with tobacco fat, and musk deer burns deep in water. When the sun sets, people go to empty buildings and chickens flock.
Hut-land tour
Peeling and pecking at the hut, knocking at the master. The new wall will remove the turtle omen, make the tiles thinner and break the fish scales. Red grain will cook her millet, and the smoke is very heavy. If you sleep in bed, the cold dog will be bitter.
Hut-Xu Hun
Yan Yan went down the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. She moved the vegetables to the water in the distance, and the fruits were frozen. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come, have wine, and live in Maotang.
Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.
Open the door to store grain and millet, and live by Weng Shuitou. There are waves in the south today, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short coat and plays a flute at his waist to smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.
5. What are the sentences describing doing farm work in the countryside? 1. In rural fields, women are weeding or doing other farm work everywhere; On the mountain, Indian mothers and their daughters walked around with big bundles of firewood on their heads.
There is too much farm work in the field, and I am already too busy.
Although he is weak, he is not good at farm work.
This is an old man. His farm work is obviously very hard. Every time he hoes the ground, he has to lift the shovel again with a heavy load.
In rural areas, women spend their time doing farm work without pay, otherwise they have to support many children.
Born in a poor peasant family, he worked with his father in farm work, chopping wood and fishing.
With the help of poor and middle peasants, I have improved my political consciousness and learned all kinds of farm work. He has been doing farm work for a whole year and is sitting on the edge of the field to have a rest.
8. When Mang is busy, the wheat is in the field, and every household is busy with farm work. Machines, livestock and people go into battle together and are cut, transported and rolled into warehouses. Cereals, millet and millet crops are the busiest seasons for sowing. There is a lot of farm work in summer, and harvesting, planting and management are well done. I want to help you.
9. This livestock farm raises large horses to do farm work.
65438+ Farmland management should keep up with floods, droughts, pests and diseases. Every kind of farm work is done quickly, hard and greedy.
1 1. Moderate and leisurely, a bit like a farmer's father who has worked on a rural farm all his life and is quite satisfied.
12. Children born in poverty-stricken areas shoulder the heavy responsibility of their families from a very early age, doing rough and heavy farm work, and lacking food and clothing, which makes people feel distressed.
13. Life is so poor that farmers live a monotonous farm work, sleeping and doing farm work day and night.
14. In the past few years in the countryside, his old man's retirement has been endless, just like a year. Although he won't do heavy manual work any more, he has to carry a dung basket and lead the donkey when rolling the ground. These farm jobs have to be perfunctory.
15. It's already morning, and there is no farm work in the field. Villagers, especially women, are sitting in the street. In the past, villagers chatted in the street, and women got together and chatted in different places.
6. Poems about the countryside-farming villages
The east wind in towns and villages urges rain, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.
Chickens, ducks and pigs are full of circles, and cotton and linen are stacked.
There are many supermarkets and roads winding through the pond.
Taxation is a moral issue, and there will be no good days for a thousand years.
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?
Agricultural family
Don Young is in people.
In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi
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.