Farming poetry

In our daily study, work and life, everyone must have come into contact with some commonly used poems, which are concise and vivid with distinct rhythm. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following are the poems about farming that I compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Farming poetry

Pro-agriculture

I don't like robes and boots,

Mochow's father was covered in mud.

A simple meal has no cool colors,

In the morning, I will go to the west to make the bed.

Lenong

Straw sandals and straw hats are soaked in the morning light.

There is no need to return to the inclined path of spring flow.

Spring sowing, long autumn and long winter,

I have no bottom all the year round.

Liannong

Since ancient times, good people have sung bitter classics.

Don't listen to sweet words.

Grandson's songs are very stable,

Who asks poor families to taste green wine?

Gannon

It is safe to grow rice and grain in spring.

Wind and rain, hunger and cold, it is hard to bear.

Raptors have been bitten thousands of times,

Flies, tigers, mosquitoes and demons are bloodthirsty.

Qingnong

Listen carefully to the farmers' voices,

Give a favor to your nephew.

Huang En's national tax was once exempted,

Blackmail poor people without names.

rich peasant

Poverty alleviation,

The application of the concept of political achievements is easily annoyed.

Want to get support for agriculture, countryside and farmers,

Footsteps washed the source of the heart on the spot.

Tienong

Suffering from poverty and agricultural shortage,

This country is in decline and exhausted.

The disaster of the world has become its own responsibility.

China Huaxia Huimin Advocate.

Liannong

plum

Shenzhou Dragon has nine peace,

Every family sincerely saves the weak.

Even if God answers at will,

Why worry about making a dog look crazy?

Expanding reading: ancient poetry of farming life

Return to the Garden (3)

Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The wood outside the road is narrow and long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Song Xing Fan Chengda

Tilling during the day, numb at night,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

Country April Song Weng Juan

Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,

In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

Only when sericulture is planted in the field.

A farmhouse on the Wei River Tang Author: Wang Wei

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Extended reading: ancient poems describing farming life

1, Dongpo

Author: Su Shi

The rain washed Dongpo, the moonlight was clear, and the city people walked like savages.

Don't be too sure about the slope, but love the sound of your stick.

2. Tian She

Author: Du Fu

Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.

The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.

The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

Step 3 Answer Lu Li

Author: Zhang Jiuling

The fragrance of pine leaves can be used to brew sweet wine. Spring has come. I wonder how much of this wine you have brewed?

Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted.

4. Seven pastoral songs, the fifth one

Author: Wang Wei

There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon.

A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door.

5, early autumn nursery

Author: Yang Wanli

The setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.

Cicada seems to be around, but you can't find it, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the cry stops immediately.

6. Luhun Mountain Villa

Author: Song

Go back to the outside world and read rocks with a negative stick.

Look at flowers in the source water and collect herbs in the forest.

Savages ask each other their surnames, and mountain birds call each other by their first names.

Being alone, there is nothing shameful in this life.

7. New Cool

Author: Ji Xu

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low.

Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

8, yat sen villa

Author: Du Fu

At night, the village was shocked and the court was immersed in the rain.

The sunset smoked the grass and the river reflected the curtain.

Who can get tired of books and supplement them?

When I heard about it, I didn't blame the old man for diving.

9, out of the suburbs

Author: Yang Shen

The fields on the hillside are like stairs, and the rows of neat fields on the plain are like chessboards.

The egret suddenly flew into the rice field and found a white spot on a green seedling.

10, Chunzhuang

Author: Wang Bo

Lanyedao is in the mountains, and Liyuan is outside the city.

I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing.

Wu Xinyi 1 1

Author: Wang Wei

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.

The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall.

12, Spring Garden is that thing.

Author: Wang Wei

Su Yu rode lightly and wore a robe in cold spring.

Open the edge and divide the white water.

The grass turned into a chess game, and Duan Lin held up the orange.

Still holding deerskin, mugwort hides at dusk.

13, the rain over the mountain village

Author: Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

14, mountain tourism

Author: Xiang Si

There are also people in the green forest, and a canal has several tributaries.

In the afternoon, the mountain returned to the peak shadow, and the grass was covered with mud marks on the deer.

Steam tea out of the hut and listen to the sound of silk through the bamboo fence.

Every time I come back from selling medicine, I will not hesitate to go to Daoyun.

15, pastoral work in spring

Author: Wang Wei

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

16, bamboo pavilion on spring night presented Qian Shaofu Lantian.

Author: Wang Wei

All creatures are quiet in spring and night, and every time they hear several dogs barking in the bamboo forest.

But when I remember being in the mountains, there was a place far west of the mountains.

I envy you for leaving tomorrow, content with the glory of ferns.

Between 17 and 10 mu.

Author: anonymous

In a big mulberry field, young girls lead Santos leisurely, and they sing together to go home.

In the adjacent mulberry fields, beautiful girls leisurely picked Santos, and they chatted together.

18, Spring Festival Evening West Park

Author: Gao Qi

The green pond grass is full of sunny waves, and the spring scenery has passed the rain.

I know people have all the flowers. There are many butterflies in the vegetable field today.

Xiaochun Hengxitang 19

Author: Yu Siliang

Hold a green plant in your hand, smoke is lonely, rain is invisible.

The east wind dyed 3,000 hectares, and the egrets had nowhere to stop.