Author: KINOMOTO SAKURA banyan.
Mature wheat flowers on the south slope
When Xia Feng exploded, it turned into a cloud.
Like a pool, like a father's head.
The youngest son on the ridge
Look at that brown basket.
Golden water overflowed the basket.
Mountain smoke is everywhere, like a fantasy in a story.
Frogs and the sound of water gurgled into the bottom of the valley.
I was so happy the day before yesterday that I couldn't let go of my expectations.
The end of July at the earliest.
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2. Poetry describing the bumper harvest of wheat
Author: (Tang) Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
Among them, the sentence describing the mature harvest of wheat is "At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow."
1, the wheat is covered with long yellow (Tang Bai Juyi's "Watching Wheat Cutting")
2. Planting Wheat in Gaotian (Han Han's Anonymous "Ancient Songs")
3. Mature wheat (Tang Du Fu's "Send the Secretary of Senior Three and Fifteen")
4, barley dry wheat yellow (Tang Du Fu's "Barley Line")
5, but better than barley (Wang Yuan's "Drum Scraping Society")
3. Wheat Harvest Poetry: (Tang) Bai Juyi's family is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind came and the wheat was covered with yellow. Mother-in-law was hungry, and the baby went to the fields with her. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. In summer, she was steaming hot, her back was scalded by the sun, and she was exhausted, but she regretted the long summer. Pick this up to satisfy your hunger. I didn't do anything for agriculture today. I collected 300 stones from farmers, and I still have surplus grain at the age of 30. I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day. Among them, the sentence describing the mature harvest of wheat is "When the south wind comes at night, the wheat turns yellow." 1, and the wheat is yellow (Tang Bai Juyi's "Watching Wheat")
4. Poetry of Autumn Harvest Modern autumn poem "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, although hooked, returned home with the sunset on his back. When its wings flip, it throws the sunset on the river; Reed with white head also makes up a beauty in an instant. (1923) Autumn morning leaves you in the dark, covered with stars and frost. I have suffered from the hard washing of holy water. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes, put my hands around the feet of the sun, watched the leaves tremble and dance, and listened to the sound of the city until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! (1928) "Whispering" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is a first-class cold autumn pool, a gaunt autumn willow, a timid autumn branch, a yellow autumn leaf, listening to his kiss, whispering Sanqiu's feelings and love stories, and finally gently brushing him away in autumn eyes. The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, whirling around the autumn stream. (1July 2, 9221day) Autumn moon, autumn moon of Xu Zhimo! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers! That's it: boring clouds, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral. (19221October 6) Autumn Moon Xu Zhimo is like moonlight. Tonight, because we are all looking up-look at it, full of charm, it rises from the clouds like a mob-it looks particularly bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds; It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its glory, it caresses the ruins of tombs scattered outside the city and inside the city, and it wants to see new and old ghosts in the constant sound of birds singing. It also stands like us, its eyes shining and chewing the biting shade: silver lingering poetry is like star phosphorus on the water. Dancing in the air full of dew, listening to the songs of the four fields-eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness mixed with heat, in this quiet autumn night and the vastness of autumn fields, the greatness of "melting" spread the baby's smile in all tiny depths! (1930 10 month) "Qiu Meng" Dai Wangshu's sheep bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed. (193 1 Frostflower October, misty girl, come to my temples. You decorated with autumn leaves, you decorated with monotonous death, misty girls, come and put on your plain flowers for me. Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun is no longer rekindled. I watched the sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you. (19351October) Qiu Du even issued a mature tone, and the rainy and noisy summer passed. I no longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming. I have experienced the ground breaking in the spring bud, the distortion and injury in the bud growth, and these branches are also crazy in the hot sun. In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source. Turbulent airflow fermented into transparent wine in the valley; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality. The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and the autumn sunshine scans the harvest information on it. (1autumn of 979) I came to Jiangnan for the first time in the autumn when chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Li Ji. Although I came in a hurry and was very busy, your beauty exceeded my imagination by a thousand times. Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful picture loses its color; Walking in the beautiful water town makes you pale. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in the word bag. People say, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance. I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers. However, I want to go back, I want to take this blade of grass back. I want to take this blade of grass to the desert, and I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown. I want to plant it on the Gobi desert, and I want to say to my villagers, "Irrigation it with our sweat, and make our big Gobi look like Jiangnan!" " (1August 957) "Qiu Ge-I" Autumn has come in Guo Xiaochuan, and geese have called; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear; Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River, Xiangman Avenue, and horses on the grassland have all gained weight; Northeast Castle Peak, Albert Venn Dicey Hat. Ah, autumn, autumn moon, which one has never been printed with our efforts! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat! The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed the slope 10 feet high and took 100 steps again. The journey of fighting is endless! We broke through thousands of hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li. Looking back, the ground is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands? Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many risks, so there are many.