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.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Write a poem about rural life. Bai Juyi travels at the end of the year.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Sooner or later, the stars and frost will change, and the yin will be miserable and the yang will be comfortable.
Autumn frost can spoil the color of everything, and winter is the most withered year of the four seasons.
Smoke waves are half exposed in the new sand, and birds are flying in the snow.
Looking at the dusk in the north and south, poverty and yin travel far, thinking about two boundless.
Lou Yu Xiao Wang
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Independence in the morning, mountains and rivers are new.
Bamboo fog cage embraces the moon, and apple wind warms Jiang Chun.
There are still remnants of snow under the shade of Zicheng, and the drums are unprecedented in the dust.
For 300 years, there have been many homesick people upstairs.
Baihua Pavilion looks at night and returns at night.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Baihua Pavilion returned in the evening, covered with clouds and shadows, and reopened.
The sun is shining and the water is exhausted, and the light rain is coming.
The temples are as sick as snow, and the mood is as gray as autumn.
The night I went back, I was worried about it, and the lake was full of bright moon.
Tiyueyanglou
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
The river under Yueyang is vast and boundless; Standing alone on the tall building, leaning against the railing.
In spring, the green color echoes the vegetation in Dongting Lake in the distance, and the rosy clouds echo the red waves in the lake in the evening. The red waves are close at hand and seem to be the capital Chang 'an.
The old ape on the shore stood on the tree and cried miserably, and the geese in the sky had a hard time flying over the boundless lake.
This place is magnificent and beautiful. It can only be painted as a barrier and hung in the lobby of your rich people for their appreciation.
3. Write a poem about rural life: the age of Bai Juyi's night outing Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi changed stars and frost in the morning and evening, and it was miserable.
Autumn frost can spoil the color of everything, and winter is the most withered year of the four seasons. Smoke waves are half exposed in the new sand, and birds are flying in the snow.
Looking at the dusk in the north and south, poverty and yin travel far, thinking about two boundless. Xiao Wang nian: Tang author: Bai Juyi and Zhu Jian are independent in the early morning, and the mountains are bright and the waters are new.
Bamboo fog cage embraces the moon, and apple wind warms Jiang Chun. There are still remnants of snow under the shade of Zicheng, and the drums are unprecedented in the dust.
For 300 years, there have been many homesick people upstairs. Baihua Pavilion returns at night. Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Baihua Pavilion returns at night, and the clouds reopen.
The sun is shining and the water is exhausted, and the light rain is coming. The temples are as sick as snow, and the mood is as gray as autumn.
The night I went back, I was worried about it, and the lake was full of bright moon. Title Yueyang Tower Times: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Yueyang City mayor in the water, dangerous building alone.
In spring, the green color echoes the vegetation in Dongting Lake in the distance, and the rosy clouds echo the red waves in the lake in the evening. The red waves are close at hand and seem to be the capital Chang 'an. The old ape on the shore stood on the tree and cried miserably, and the geese in the sky had a hard time flying over the boundless lake.
This place is magnificent and beautiful. It can only be painted as a barrier and hung in the lobby of your rich people for their appreciation.