Poetry about rice maturity 1. A hymn about the discovery of mature rice.
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road Middle Section
Xin Qiji
Don't be surprised at the bright moon,
At midnight, the breeze blew cicadas.
Daohuaxiang said harvest,
Listen to the frogs.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky.
Before it rains at two or three o'clock.
In the past, beside the forest in Maodian community,
This road turns to the creek bridge.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Chengda Fan
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
Sheri
Zhang Yan
At the foot of the goose lake, the rice is fertile, and the finless porpoise and the chicken live opposite.
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.
The coolness of early autumn
Xu Ji
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.
Dayu miaosu
the past
One night, the hot sun turned into rain, dreaming of cool clothes.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.
Apricot curtains are in sight
Cao Xueqin
Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa.
Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang.
A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant.
In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.
Guan Tian Jia shou huo
Guizhuang
When the rice is fragrant and ripe in autumn,
Thousands of acres of land crisscross.
Jurchen, which has been exporting food for five years,
The sky is full of ambition, but I have no field.
2. What are the poems about rice?
1. Try to see that the family field is still suitable, and the rice seedlings are flat in autumn. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Zhou Guodian East Village Residence"
Interpretation: I feel a little comfortable when I see the farmland at home. The fields are full of autumn rain, and the seedlings grow neatly.
2. The path around Qiucun is dark with pine leaves, and the wild door is close to rice and flowers. -Don Xu Hun's "Late from Chaotaijin to Weiyou Suburb Garden"
Interpretation: In autumn, the head of the mountain village is covered with pine trees, which makes the whole mountain village look dark. There is water in front of the door, and the rice smells sweet.
3. There is no cold rice sprouting, and the eyes are full of green mud. -Wang Song jujube "Resist the wind and rain to ward off evil spirits and send Wang Zhongcheng"
Interpretation: Rice grows in waist-deep water, and its eyes are full of axle marks printed by cyan mud trucks.
Look at the southwest plain, you have thousands of hectares of rice. -Guo "Six of Ten Miscellaneous Poems in Beishan"
Interpretation: I see a plain in the southwest with thousands of acres of rice.
5. Ande Changzhou Tian, clear water and fragrant rice. Lao Lu, relatives sit around you for a while. -Song Fan Chunren's "Tired My Brother's Pure Rites to the Ministry"
Interpretation: In the fields of the mainland, there are as many as a hundred ridges of rice. Invite you into my house and sit around with your relatives.
6. Hanzhong Woye is like Guanzhong, with four or five hundred miles of smoke. In Huang Yun, wheat is ripe in summer, rice is barren and autumn wind blows gently. -Huang Song Shang "A Trip to Hanzhong"
Interpretation: Hanzhong Plain is as fertile, foggy and rainy as Guanzhong. In summer, the sky in Huang Yun is the season of wheat ripening, and in autumn, it is the season of rice ripening.
7. Miao Qing, the wild rice, brushed the bank, and the wheat ear was divided. -Songshi Dehong's four poems in early summer
Commentary: In the field, rice seedlings are patting the shore.
8. The mountain village in June is cool after the rain, and the fragrance of rice and flowers is flowing in the fields. -Dai Song Fugu "Mountain Village"
Interpretation: After the rain, coolness came from the mountain village in June, and the water in the rice fields moved, and the fragrance of rice and flowers came to my face.
9. The old garden is full of frost and snow, and the wild rice is tiny. -Yuan Yang Hongdao's "Lingxiao"
Interpretation: There is frequent frost and snow in the garden, and rice and sorghum in the field are not growing well.
10. behind the temple, there is a shady pavilion of green hills, and in front of the temple, rice seedlings flow deeply. -Liu Mingsong, "I am in a good mood to revisit my old place"
Interpretation: the blue mountain peak behind the temple brings shade to the attic, and there are deep rice seedlings in front of the temple.
3. Who can help me write a poem about rice maturity and praise farmers?
Ancient poems describing farmers
The sun burns like fire,
Noda's seedlings have withered by half.
The farmer's heart is like soup,
Grandson shook his fan.
Li Shihao
Author: Du Fu
At dusk, officials arrested people at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
Why are officials angry? Why do women cry?
After listening to his wife, he said, "Three men are guarding Yecheng.
One man attached a book, and two men died.
Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!
There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night.
If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. "
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
Autumn Li Bai (Part 14)
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On a moonlit night, the song moves in Hanchuan.
Fengluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
4. When the rice is ripe, it is fragrant and poetic.
Contemporary enters autumn.
Enter autumn
Infinite poetry
Like golden wheat waves in rice fields
Let all the girls who harvest joy
Be the bride of my poetry
I can play guitar.
Drifting in the fields
Look at the city.
I got stuck in the mud.
It's a selfish escape.
It's like stepping into a sacred palace
I can't hear a noise.
But poetry will not die.
Stop all growth
Villa and field are like happiness and joy.
sea
A song, a poem, a painting.
The most beautiful scenery
Xin Qiji visited the middle section of Huangsha Road in Xijiang River at night.
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.
Lianwenfeng daohuaxiang
Children spend flowers one after another to create colors for people.
My eyes are full of masturbation, and my hunger is unbearable.
This flower is not in the spectrum, so it's just a flower.
On a sunny day, justice comes from noon.
Open this wealth and get rid of other storms.
It was melancholy and sweet at first, but it turned white before dawn.
I feel very comfortable when I walk in the field.
Tian Zhe told me that I would be very happy in the new year.
But a complete death, a hundred years of labor.
5. Poems about rice
1, the rice is bare, green and golden, which is the trajectory followed by all life, including human beings.
2. The rice ripens day by day, and the delicious rice is scattered in the air.
The ears of rice are arranged beautifully, especially when they gather into mountains or seas.
The mission of rice is not to dress up as nature during its growth, but to nourish the rebirth of life.
The posture of rice growing in the field is very beautiful. Slender and graceful, she looks supple and smooth, showing a childlike demeanor. They walk in a standing position all their lives, only when the wind blows, do they bow down and then straighten up.
6. After the rice is harvested, they are like vagrants who are ready to leave with their luggage. They stood quietly on the windy Yuan Ye and looked helplessly at the land that once provided them with nutrition.
7. Rice is transformed into a substance called rice, and air generally nourishes human beings and their long history.
At the moment when rice was ground into white rice, countless new lives really came into our lives.
9. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. Seems to be a modest model of successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All these are magical canvases-nature, carefully using lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.
10, the village is motionless, the rice is moving, and the fresh rice supports the home with leaves and colors. Standing on the river bank at the head of the village, the sky is as green as a big fire burning in the countryside.
1 1. From the day when the rice was planted in the field, more than four months of wind, frost and rain, and more than one hundred days of blue sky and white clouds made the rice grow into a slim virgin. Only when the autumn sun shines, they bow their heads shyly. The swollen mind is lifted lightly, which makes the rice grains look shy and affectionate.
12, the wind subverts the structure of rice and stirs the complex of rice. I stepped on the youth of rice all the way and walked slowly in the eyes of rice.
13, the green of hometown seedlings is a burning color.
14. In the paddy field where my mother moved, rows of green seedlings stood upright, neat and symmetrical, like a green carpet.
15, in the field in autumn. The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people are coming this way with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
16, upward and growing in the direction of the sun is their endless pursuit.
17, a grain of rice is the shade that rice gives to human beings; A grain of rice is warm and shiny; A grain of rice nourishes human body and soul.
18, it is another harvest season, and the fields are full of golden rice.
19, in the season when the spring breeze is just blowing, the green rice holds its head high and is quite youthful, swaying from side to side with the command of the wind; He has experienced sunshine, rain and dew and storms, but the soft stems have not been broken. When autumn comes, his head full of ears of rice will be quietly lowered, full of wisdom and sentiment.
20. This is another fantastic scenery in the life course of rice: this seemingly light body is loaded with the heavy hopes of so many farmers, and no one can ignore and ignore the joy of late autumn derived from it.
I hope I can help you. It's my pleasure to serve you.
6. Ancient poems about rice
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
Huanxisha
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
West Shili ripe fragrant rice, hibiscus fence long bamboo silk. The drooping mountain fruit is green and yellow. Thick fog knows that autumn mornings are wet, and thin clouds cover the sun and noon. There is no need to fly the hood to protect the uniform.
rain
Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
I stayed in Guayuan for a long time, next to Zhuxuan. The autumn pool is not cold, and the wind leaves are noisy.
The window is sometimes seen, and the eaves are constantly turning over. It should be Mi Liang's kindness to invade and deliver the book geese at night.