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 through the trail.
2. Poems describing the bumper harvest in rural areas. The ears of wheat are looking around in the field.
Thin figure swaying in the breeze,
Telling the vicissitudes of the years;
The cold wind can't blow away your endless thoughts,
The hot sun won't dry up your endless attachment.
Hard-working people have been expecting;
That drop of sweat,
Has been connected with your heart, hand in hand;
The air is filled with your intoxicating body fragrance,
Just looking at your golden color gives people endless reverie.
The tenderness of fingers touching your face ripples in the wind;
The joy of harvest took away yesterday's sadness.
The most beautiful scenery has been fixed in people's hearts.
3. Poetry about rural harvest, short-lived harvest (poetry)
The autumn evening breeze blew off the yellow leaves.
Emptiness becomes a kind of waiting.
Falling flowers float on the lake in the sunset.
Wipe away the gray dust of time
The memory of Na Yue that year.
It was decorated in a blink of an eye.
Frozen into tears as full as amber
The flute is still euphemistic.
The clear West Lake water flooded into my dream.
Dry land watered by memory
The meaning of life began to return to its former colors.
Looking for that deep blue sky
That is the yearning for the four seasons.
Constant precipitation, reincarnation
The evening breeze blows the yellow leaves in autumn.
Disappeared in the empty vilen.
The green shoots of life have also bloomed.
I will stay in the deep blue world for a while.
Harvest the most beautiful thoughts
4. What poems describe the happy scene of rural harvest and rural customs? A Tour of Shanxi Village describes the happy scene of rural harvest and rural scenery and customs;
Don't laugh at the white farm wine, raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
A Journey to a Mountain Stream is a seven-character poem by Lu, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is one of the few outstanding works of Zhi.
The poem was written in 1 167 (the third year of Xiaozong Road in Southern Song Dynasty). Before that, Lu You was the chief judge of Longxing House. Because Tao strongly sponsored Zhang Jun's Northern Expedition, he was illegally accused by the capitulators of "testifying, drumming up right and wrong, and urging Zhang Jun to fight" and returned to his hometown. Of course, the poet is indignant. Compared with the murky officialdom, simple living in my hometown will naturally bring infinite comfort.
5. Good words, sentences and words to describe the bumper harvest in rural areas:
Full of vitality, fertile soil, thousands of miles of smoke curling up, surrounded by mountains and waters.
Cattle fat Ma Zhuang narrow path, Lang Mai mountains, surrounded by water.
Quiet life, surrounded by mountains and rivers, green mountains and green waters, surrounded by green mountains.
The trees are tall, dense, overgrown with weeds and green grass.
Good sentences:
1. Rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and touching pastoral scenery!
2. Smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up and crossed the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.
A short house is also an art, classical and elegant, like a rich painting.
There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful!
6. From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that this is a flock of sheep on the pasture. They are all born in vain, fat and lovely, and the birds that make the grassland healthier are twittering.
Good paragraph:
1. The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is paved with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibetan diaojiao buildings are scattered on the roadside, and cattle and sheep are hidden in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea from time to time ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local meaning.
2. The silver smoke rising in Ran Ran, the more ancient silent stream, the old cow walking slowly with the sunset on its back, the rice fields on one side are like checkerboards, and the green velvet seedlings are woven into carpets, reaching into the distant sky; The house with blue bricks and red tiles is shaded by trees. In spring, the pine forest in my hometown is still gloomy, but the azaleas are already full of hills.
On the grassland in summer, the air in the morning is particularly fresh. I pestered my father to go for a walk on the grassland. The faint scent of grass blows on my face, and it is bright red. The morning sun rises from Ran Ran on the horizon of Ran Ran, covering the vast grassland with gold. Dewdrops on the grass, like pearls embedded in jade, shine with colorful brilliance. I saw many unknown pink, white, yellow or blue flowers in the grass, which made the grassland very beautiful.