Poems about Xiao Man 1: Seven Laws of Xiao Man
The wheat grains are full and light, and the wheat grains are warm as summer. Catching dung in paddy field promotes evil, and shearing sheep prevents cold wind.
Rapeseed pods and aphids control wheat straw flies. Joint mechanical inspection and repair, temporarily relax the busy farming.
Xiaoman Poem II: Five Methods of Xiaoman
It's hot, the wind is warm and the wheat is round. The mulberry garden is strong and the melon shed is sweet.
It thundered, singing and feelings spread. The drought can be alleviated and the people look forward to a bumper harvest year.
Poem 3 on Xiaoman: Five Methods of Xiaoman
Crows cry when they are frightened, and all the birds come. Send away three Chun Xue to welcome May Day.
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's often cold in the north. Festivals take turns, and CoCo Lee looks forward to the Year of Ruin.
Four poems of Xiaoman: Xijiang Moon Xiaoman
In summer, Xiaoman is coming, and the birds in the forest are happy. Red lotus and green willow contain smoke.
The ears of wheat between the ridges are full, and the pomegranate in the yard is beautiful. The temperature rises and the thunderstorm falls, and the frogs in the pond are screaming.
Tillage weeding in farmland. Sweat hard and strive for a good year.
Poem 5 about Xiaoman: Xiaoman
Summer ripening depends on small fullness, strong seeds and comprehensive moisture. If there is not enough water, it will be very hot.
Agriculture, countryside and farmers harvest seeds, and it rains in April and comes cold. Seasonal river waves are a year of natural wealth.
Poem 6 on Xiao Man: Two Four Seasons in Spring and Summer (Part Two)
The south wind blows a hundred herbs, the vegetation is deep and the hut is small. At the beginning of wheat ear, the seeds are charming and the mulberry leaves are fat.
Old people like to be ripe, but they are afraid that their wives will know that the season is good. Wild Li Tang is a nightingale, and sea pomegranate is a red-billed mountain bird.
Tian Jia, who is happy to know? I know it's late to go home alone. When I am strong, I am old.
Poem 7 about Xiaoman: Country Moon
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Xiao Man's Poem 8: Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (I)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the long fence, only the dragonfly gorge has flown.
Poem 9 about Xiaoman: Anonymity
When Xiaoman returned to his hometown in the morning breeze, there were two or three cuckoo calls. The wheat seedlings crawling all over the hillside have grown, and it is another year's harvest scene.
Poem about Xiao Man 10: Dawn
It's tiring to watch the crowd move, and I'm not the only one pushing food to travel. It was dawn before the rooster sang, and it was raining when the frog started singing.
There was no heat in the Qing dynasty and entering the DPRK, but there was thunder in politics before Xiaoman. Wine and cheap tea are fresh and cooked, so take this opportunity to have a look.