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
2. A poem describing a bumper harvest 1, fragrant array permeates Chang 'an, full of golden flowers.
2, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
3, Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest, listening to the sound of frogs.
4, it is best to make a hole as far as pomegranate flowers.
5, hibiscus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the middle of the month.
6, the night rain red durian demolition, the new autumn green taro fat.
7. I like watching thousands of waves in rice fields and heroes dying everywhere. The morning dew was shaken off.
8, Shinjuku fisherman is still average, swallows fly in the clear autumn.
9. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
10, a little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery.
1 1, autumn sound of thousands of bamboo trees, cool color of Wuling pine.
12, first frost of the Green Lotus lost the autumn rain overnight.
13, how many springs there are in every life, with harvest and poverty.
14, Liu Hua shines brightly in May. When it is among the branches, it can be seen that the children are beginning to grow.
3. The poem about harvest is 1, and the fragrance of rice flowers says harvest. Listen to the frogs.
From Song Xin Qiji's "Walking the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moonlight"
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. (Xiqiao I left: west end)
Explanation:
The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year. The sky is cloudy and starry, flickering, and there is a light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.
2, don't laugh at farm wax wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years.
Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village in Song Dynasty
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Explanation:
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The harvest year is very bumper. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns, worrying that there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers. The day of playing the flute and drums for the Spring Festival Club is coming, and the simple ancient style is still preserved. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
3, ten miles west domain cooked rice fragrance, hibiscus fence falling bamboo wire is long, hanging mountain fruit hanging green yellow.
From Fan Chengda's "Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi" in Song Dynasty.
Ten miles in the west of the field is ripe with fragrant rice, the hibiscus fence is long with bamboo filaments, and the hanging fruit is green and yellow.
The dense fog knows that the autumn morning is wet, and the thin clouds cover the sun and noon, so there is no need to fly over to protect the army.
Explanation:
Golden ten-mile flat land, fragrant rice fragrance, red hibiscus flowers beside the farmhouse bamboo fence, long bamboo swaying in the wind, countless green and yellow mountain fruits hanging on the branches and smiling. The fog is getting thicker in the autumn morning, and the humid air is refreshing. The thin clouds at noon covered the sun again, not to mention protecting my uniform with a cover.
4, the home accounts for the climate, * * * said that this year is abundant.
From Tian Jia Yuan Ri by Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
Explanation:
Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the East. This morning, the new year began again. I am forty years old this year. Although I have no official position, I still care about the people. Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds. Farmers speculate on the natural climate this year, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.
5, the rice under the mountain of Ehu is fertile, and the finless porpoise is half covered.
Social Day by Wang Jia in Tang Dynasty
Goose and lake, crops grow well, every household is full of pigs and chickens.
It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.
Explanation:
The rice beam at the foot of Ehu Mountain is plump and the harvest is in sight. In the barn, the pig is fat and the chicken is strong, and the door is half open. As the sun sets, mulberry trees reflect long shadows. After the Spring Festival, every household helped the drunkard to return.
4. Ancient poems about harvest: plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
Two Ancient Poems by Li Shen/Two Peasants' Poems in Tang Dynasty.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
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As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn.
All over the world, no piece of land is idle and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death.
At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil.
Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
To annotate ...
(1) pity. There is sympathy here. One is "two ancient styles". The sequential versions of these two poems are different.
⑵ Millet: generally refers to cereals.
(3) Autumn Harvest: A work called Qiu Cheng. Son: refers to grain particles.
(4) Four Seas: refers to the whole country. Idle field: a field that has not been cultivated.
5] Jude: Still.
[6] Cereals: The general term for cereal plants.
(7) rice: one is "3". A generic term for cooked food.
5. The poem "Feeling Xing (VI)" is about the farmers' hard work but no harvest.
Lipper
There are many bones and grasses. The grass is deep and thin.
Farmers are no different. Lonely ears will be safe.
I'm always afraid that I'll seize the territory. Suddenly I will fly with Qiu Peng.
Birds are recommended to the ancestral temple. This is glorious for you.
Pastoral Miscellanies in Autumn (12)
Chengda Fan
Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond to each other. Worm silk is full of Huang Kui leaves, the evening breeze is high, and the flowers are quiet.
Zhumen is full of joy at night, but silent at night. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to cross the river.
The orange moth enters the chemical machine like a silkworm, and the cocoon hangs on the branch like hemp fiber. Suddenly, when it becomes Hua Die, its wings can learn to fly.
Look at the spider's low net, which stops the insect's flight for no reason. Dragonfly hung upside down and asked Shan Tong for help.
It is not easy to make a living, and it is colder to take shelter from the rain and wind.
Qiu Lai is afraid that the rain will fall and there will be no clouds in Jiazi. After the rice was harvested, it was sunny until it was time to put it in storage.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to a diver, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky.
Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter like thunder, flail bright all night.
When chartering a boat, it is full of goods and the particles are as white as pearls.
The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will be drunk for life. I wonder if the new drops are comparable? Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.
Fine pounded fish for sale, and the west wind blows four-faced bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
The new frost declared the autumn deep, and the green forest was dyed into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has a different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.
I live in Xun Wei's home in Wusong Mountain.
Lipper
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Chengda Fan
The sun was like fire, and Noda's seedlings were burnt by half.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
6. What are the ancient poems about "Harvest"? 1, "Give a chrysanthemum at last"
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. -Huang Chao: Late Tang Dynasty
2, "Xijiang Moonlight Walk Huangsha Road"
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
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. -Southern Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
3. Tian Jia
The old valley is almost gone, and there is nothing to look forward to. You can only love porridge when you are old, and you will have no clothes to wear when you die.
Bird milk moss well, chicken crow whiteboard leaves. Wooden carts drive horses, and the grass is lush.
Red durian in late rain and green taro in new autumn. Sangxia rests on the grass next to the house.
I live in the valley of fools, so why ask more questions about right and wrong? -Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
4. "Compassion for farmers"
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. -Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
5. "Title Liu Hua"
In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow.
Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down. -Song Zhu