The ancient poem about the word "rice" 1. What are the poems that begin with the word rice?
Harvest in the fragrance of rice and flowers —— The Yellow Sand Night Road on the Xijiang Moon in the Song and Seven Seasons
The Daogen family is in a mess —— Song Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Summer Village.
You can't get enough to eat —— Send Li's Twelve Whites and Twenty Rhymes of Tang Du Fu
Rice is oily and millet is white —— Two Memories of the Past by Tang Du Fu
It doesn't matter whether the rice is high or low —— Tang Juyi's April 1st work of Hewei
Although the Jianghu is sparsely populated-Wang Song Anshi Flying Goose
Rice and Liang Bilie —— To the Village by Tang Du Fu
Shuitian Mountain follows the water out of the villa —— Ming Yuanhong's "Going to Chaohua Temple Water Village to Secret Twenty"
A Cloud in the Rice Begins to Live —— Song Yang Wanli's It rained on September 3rd, and it didn't rain for forty days.
Rice and crab in the rain and drizzle —— Autumn Society of Song Luyou
Paddy fields are full of ups and downs —— Twelve custom poems in Song Dynasty (I)
When the rice blooms, I will come out —— It rains every day by Song Yang Wanli
Rice is like a ponytail in a ditch —— Yan's five bumper-year ballads (I)
The price of rice grains is as high as 1,000 yuan —— Song Yang Wanli's Five Miscellaneous Fields after Rain (I)
The rice pile is higher than the roof —— Yanqiao Road by Song Fan Chengda
Rice is being propped up at sixes and sevens —— Song Zhao Fan's Looking at Fujian through His Sixth Uncle
Cattle on the Rice Ridge Live in the Mud —— Out of the County by Song Luyou
Rice is planted all over the ground-Song and his friends went out to bid farewell to Pan.
2. Good words and sentences describing rice
1. The mission of rice is not to dress up as nature during growth, but to nourish the rebirth of life.
2. Upward growth towards the sun is their endless pursuit of life.
3. The posture of rice growing in the field is very beautiful. Thin and long, graceful, it looks supple and smooth, showing a childlike demeanor. They have been standing and walking all their lives. Only when the wind blows, they bend their backs and then stand upright.
4. Autumn is in the field. The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
After the rice is harvested, it is like a tramp who is packing up his luggage and ready to leave. They stood quietly in the windy Yuan Ye and looked helplessly at the land that once provided them with nutrition.
6. In the paddy field where my mother moved, rows of green seedlings stood upright, neat and symmetrical, like a green carpet.
7. Rice is transformed into a substance called rice, and air generally nourishes human beings and their long history.
3. A poem that begins with a word.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
A suit can break two carved arcs, and riding a thousand pounds seems nothing. Leaning against the golden saddle, the arrow, with the arrow, kept shooting at the fleeing enemy chief.
A sword in the sky, the stars are cold, and the barbarians are recovered with Pingbei. He found Hou's seal in 2008 and was willing to learn how to live on this mountain.
Fishing boats are by the winding stream, and the shadow of Man Ting Peak is immersed in Qingchuan. When Hongqiao broke, there was no news, and the mountains and rivers locked in smoke.
The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
She was loved by the king of Wu and placed in the palace of the Children's Palace. Wu was defeated, and Wu never returned for a thousand years.
This ancient country is three thousand miles long, and a maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur. A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
First remove the residual makeup of plum powder and coat it with new red begonia. It's time for the tea tree to bloom, and a little thorn grows on the berry wall.
One day is cool and sunny in autumn, and countless peaks are far and near. I went up the mountain to see wild water, and suddenly I saw the green hills at the foot of the mountain.
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.
I said goodbye to you last year, and this year I heard cicada call me back. Five nights before going to bed, one night in front of the makeup mirror.
Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan. The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
Visit Jincheng twice a year, before the east wind and after the autumn. All kinds of grass hinder horses, and there are good clouds everywhere in Gai Lou.
A generation of the whole city chased the waves, and Wu Gongkong recalled his son's family. The effect is not to laugh at the women in the east village, but to wear yarn by the white stream.
You are guarding the border, I am in Wu area, and the cool wind is blowing to me. I am worried about you. I sent a short letter, and every line of the letter soaked my tears. The cold came to you, and I sent warm clothes, but I don't know if I received them.
Now my hometown is full of begonia, and I dream of entering the splendid heap in Jiangxi. At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.
One mountain returns one water, and no country is homeless. Men's Millennium ambition, I am endless.