1. Verses about hoe
1. Whoever teaches you how to drill into a hoe, you can’t stop hoeing, can’t cut it, can’t untie it, can’t take off the slow-moving Thousand Layer Brocade Jacket
Yuan Dynasty
Guan Hanqing
"A Flower in Nanlu Will Not Fade Old"
2. The first month of hoeing Meiling in the past
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Song Dynasty
Chen Jie
"Chen Meijing Enke met Guangerjiang Marshal Mu Liusi Suofu in his late life"
3. Holland The hoe returns with Longtou Yun
Song Dynasty
Lin Jizhong
"Liu Zhiyan's Suburban Residence in Xuan Chengxuan Yun"
4. The soil is empty Carrying a crane-headed hoe
Song Dynasty
Song Xiang
"I feel the appearance of declining years when I look in the mirror"
5. Weng Shang of Toubai Village wields a hoe
Song Dynasty
Zhu Jifang
"Heyan Chief Baiyong·Nongsang" 2. Two ancient poems describing the hoe
"Two Poems of "Meeting an Old Monk in the Deep Mountains"" Guanxiu
The thread of my clothes is as careless as the moon, and I use my short hoe to hoe.
Walking on the leaves beside the bluestone stream, a few clouds follow the snow on the eyebrows.
The mountain boy was a naughty boy who set fire to the mountain to gather honey from the cliff.
What can carry the fragrance of mountains on my shoulder, a basket of white mushrooms and a basket of chestnuts?
"Send to Hu Fen and Wu Qiao in the Western Mountains" Guan Xiu
Those who carry the sutra to hoe the dragon often have calluses on their hands.
Looking for a good sentence, I feel ashamed that my strength is weak.
Yun Yan was cold faced with the case, and the deer team passed the door late.
Looking back at each other in the sky, at dusk at the head of the river.
"The huge tree is transformed by hoeing"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Liehui
To distinguish the ground, we must start with the seedlings, and the branches and leaves will wither.
The spring breeze collects the deed, and the hoe handle also draws strips. 3. Poems about some farm tools
It’s noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Sickle:
Two poems inscribed on Bachi
Dynasty: Tang
Author: Wang Changling
Waist sickle Whatever you want, mow the autumn leeks in the East Garden.
The world is no longer a matter of course, the sad song and the woodcutter.
Open the door and look at the Changchuan River, and see the fishermen at dusk.
I would like to ask the white-headed man, how many years have you been fishing?
Ancient Yuefu
Orchid grass is naturally fragrant and grows beside the avenue.
If you are going to be sick for eight or nine months, you will have to pay the salary.
Xijiang Moon Autumn Harvest Uprising
Mao Zedong
The army called the workers and peasants revolution, and the banner was sickle and axe.
Don’t stop in the Kuanglu area, but go straight to Xiaoxiang.
The landlords are oppressed heavily, and the peasants all share the same hatred.
During the autumn harvest season, the dusk clouds are sad, and there is a riot with a thunderbolt.
Barley row
Barley is dry and wheat is yellow, women are walking and weeping, husbands are hiding.
As far as Jibi in the east and Liangyang in the west, I asked who had the sickle and the Qiang.
How could there not be three thousand soldiers of Shu, and the leaders of the army have worked hard.
Peaceful as a bird with wings, carrying white clouds to return to its hometown.
Five Wonders of a Mountain Village
Su Shi
Bamboo fenced thatched huts take advantage of the sloping stream, and flowers bloom everywhere in the mountain village in spring.
When there is no elephant, there is peace and there are elephants. Wherever the solitary smoke rises, there are other people’s homes.
In the misty rain and the sound of chickens and dogs, there is no life anywhere.
But no one wears the yellow calf, and the cuckoo is encouraged to farm.
The old man in his seventies has sickened his waist, and is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.
Is it because you hear the rhyme and forget the taste? There is no salt in the food for the past three months.
The stick and quinoa wrapped in rice are gone in a hurry, and the money is gone in a blink of an eye.
Winning children's voice is good, a year and a half in the city.
I am ashamed of myself if I steal my salary and forget to give it back to me. I will worry about you when the harvest is over.
There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall, just to think about the long journey of the horse in life
Wooden plow:
Wangliang Valley surrounded by beautiful scenery
Three Qinggaoling stands east and west, and the scenery on the ridge is uniform.
Thousands of hectares of green fields are as flat as the palm of a hand, and the misty spring rain moves the spring plow.
Sick Cow
Li Gang of the Song Dynasty
Plowing a thousand acres actually turns out to be a thousand boxes. Who will be injured again when exhausted?
But all living beings will be full, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness and suffer from the sun.
Yuan Wang* Qinyuan Spring Plowing
A family of eight, a house of five acres, with mulberry trees. Buy Wu cattle with ten horns, drag plows and harrows, plow the earth, and spread grass to clear up wasteland. When sowing, seedlings should be transplanted and water slurry should be poured into the middle field. The spiritual seedlings are growing, and you can see the scenery everywhere. Autumn comes and the rain comes, the weather is healthy. There are millet beads and dew-dropping fragrance. Pay close attention to the six o'clock hours, stay awake at three o'clock, call men and women, and return to the warehouse. Beat up the song of praise, cook the chicken and drink wine, and drink a cup of Fu Lefu. There is nothing else to do, but to be honest and simple, to have a drink with joy and justice. There is nothing else to do, but to be honest and simple, and to be the head of Emperor Xi.
Hoe:
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work
Holding a hoe with bare hands, riding a buffalo on foot:
When people walk on a bridge, the water on the bridge does not flow.
Yuan Dynasty Yang Weizhen's Bamboo Branch Song of Haixiang
When the tide comes in and the tide recedes, Baiyang's sand is raked by Baiyang's daughter.
When will the sea of ??suffering end? Don't have to climb the snowy sand.
The sea collapsed to the bamboo fence in front of the door, and there was a fishy smell in front of the steps.
Yazai has not known his father since he was three years old. When will he return from Haidong?
The Haitou wind blows the poplar flowers, and the Haitou daughter Yang Baige sings.
The poplar flowers are dancing with salt all over the head, not adding copper thallium to the weight.
His face is like black and his feet are bare. When an official takes off his robe, he is exposed to yellow thorns.
I would rather marry Panhu if I have a daughter than marry Song Jiating.