Two Poems about Bucky
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Changling Wang
Genre: five musts
What does the waist sickle want? Cut the autumn leek in the East Garden.
The world is no longer theory, elegy and firewood.
Open the door to see Changchuan, and see the fisherman at dusk.
Excuse me, Chinese Pulsatilla, how many years have you kept it?
Gulefu
Bluegrass is naturally fragrant and born beside the avenue.
It will be August and September, all in the salary.
Xijiangyue Autumn Harvest Uprising
Mao Zedong
The army is called the workers' and peasants' revolution, and the flag is a sickle and axe.
Don't stay near Kuanglu, go directly to Xiaoxiang.
Landlords are oppressed and farmers are enemies.
Autumn harvest season, gloomy clouds and gloomy fog, a vigorous riot.
Damaihang
Barley is yellow, and women cry and hide.
East to Qibi Xiliangyang, ask whose waist, sickle, Hu and Qiang it is.
There are 3,000 soldiers in Shu, and this department has worked hard.
As calm as a bird with feathers and wings, I returned to my hometown with white clouds.
Five wonders of mountain village
Su Shi
Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and mountain villages are everywhere in bloom in spring.
Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others.
It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.
However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow.
The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.
Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt.
The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.
Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half.
I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.
You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.
Wooden plough:
Wanghuanshan scenic spot
Sanqing Gaoling is located in the east and west, and the scenery on the ridge is panoramic.
Thousands of hectares of green land are as flat as palms, and spring rains move and spring ploughs.
Sick cow
Song Ligang
Niu Geng's 1,000-acre disease has brought the fruits of labor to thousands of granaries, but its own spirit is very tired and exhausted, but who will pity its hard work?
But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate.
Wang Yuan * Qinyuan Geng Chun
A family of eight, a house of five acres, and all the trees are mulberry trees. Buy ten-horned black cattle, drag plows and harrows, plow fields and splash grass to open up wasteland. Sow in time, transplant seedlings, etc., and irrigate nakata for cutting. Miaolinglong, everywhere sees the surplus, everywhere scenery. When there is plenty of rain, Qiu Lai is healthy. There are also scented millet beads. Attend until six o'clock, stay up late, call men and women and take them back to the warehouse. Play the best, cook chicken and drink, and wife and husband * drink. Nothing else, just being honest and simple, and having a drink with his head down. Nothing else, but honesty and simplicity, kowtowing to the emperor.
Hoe:
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every meal in our plate is obtained after hard work?
Hoe empty-handed and ride a buffalo on foot;
People walk on the bridge, but the bridge doesn't flow.
Xianghai Bamboo Song, Yang Weizhen, Yuan Dynasty
When the tide comes, Bai Yang sand retreats, and Bai Yang's daughter hoes and harrows.
When will the sea of misery dry up? Lest Lennon climb the snow and sand.
The sea in front of the door collapsed to the bamboo fence, and the steps were smelly and fat.
Yazai is three years old and doesn't know his father. When will Lang return to Haidong?
Hai tou feng blows Yang Baihua, Hai tou's daughter Yang.
Huayang's head was covered with salt when dancing, which did not increase the weight of copper and thallium.
Face like ink, feet red, officials take off their robes by Huang Jing.
My daughter would rather marry Tiger Pan than Song Jiating.