2. The agricultural poems in The Book of Songs
Poetry about hard farming 1. Poetry about agriculture
Nie Zhongyi of Chuhe River
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Be kind to farmers and Li Shen.
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.
Transplant Song Feng magnum
Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.
Tao Yuanming, the third of Five Poems of Returning to Yuan Tian Ju
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 narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
2. What are the poems about hard farming?
1. Look at cutting wheat
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, 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,
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
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 are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
2. Pottery
Song: Mei
Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.
A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.
3. Talking about Tian Jia/hurting Tian Jia
Tang Dynasty: Nie Zhongyi
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.
4. Farmhouse
Tang dynasty: Yan Yu ren
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
5. Jia Guantian
Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
3. What are the poems about "farming"
Poems about "farming" are as follows
1. mink
Year: Song Author:
Peach and plum are near Miyagi, and it is rainy and dew.
Up to now, half of the cultivated land has been used as gardens.
2. "Go back to the garden in the third place"
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: 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 narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
3. "Show it to your son"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Hundreds of mulberry trees have been planted in the east of Sheshe, and Baibu Pond is still being built in the west of Sheshe. Early tea is harvested and late tea is produced, and wheat is barley yellow.
As soon as I'm finished, I can't hold my head up anymore.
Reading habits are not swept away, and the bamboo in front of the lamp is simple and yellow.
I am ecstatic that my son is ruling the chaos from the side.
You don't need to drink when you are drunk, but you can get a book. It sounds good.
Life is sick, and the unique book addiction is incurable.
I hope my son can plough enough food and clothing to study in thousands of books.
4. "Water tunes, gaunt new families and species"
Year: Song Author: Yu
Withered, native branches scattered with snow edges. Light makeup, no peach blossoms, low eyebrows. Lazy to the palace, willing to associate with the lonely mountain, according to Shui Ying. Don't blame the wind and frost, just blame me for being cold.
Thanks. Open the cold core and make it glow obliquely. Strong red and purple are the same, and bright sex is difficult to move. Only a good bamboo fence thatched cottage and a jade hall are rich in jade, and the old man may not appreciate it. Get drunk first after singing, and the waning moon sets deep.
5. "Partridges are lazy to learn from Qingmen to grow melons."
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Lazy to learn to grow melons. Only send fishing to the end of life.
Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk.
The singing is weak and dumb. Wine is like dew and flowers.
Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home.
4. Practice ancient poetry hard
Compassion for farmers
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Look at cutting wheat.
Baitian's family has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is another poor woman with a child in her arms. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Back to the garden house
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 narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
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.
5. What are the poems about farming?
Poems about farming are:
Unhappy hymn
Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
Beique did not report the book, and Nanshan did not publish it when it was cultivated.
100 Committee caught off guard, but he couldn't stand in front of five Marquis.
Drink your wine in the river. Are you safe at home in Maoling?
Climbing the mountain with * * *, the water comes back, and the spring breeze in Mo Wen moves the willows.
I don't have to tell you how selfish people are now.
Help people and then brush clothes, be a man!
Li Shen in Benevolence of Agriculture
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.
Transplanting song Feng Menglong
Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.
Tao Yuanming's Five Poems of Returning to the Garden (III).
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 narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Nie's Cutting Crops
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
(772-846), Han nationality, from Qiaocheng District, Bozhou City, Anhui Province, from Wucheng County (Huzhou City, Zhejiang Province), is the great-grandson of Secretary Li. When I was young, I studied at Huishan Temple in Wuxi, Runzhou (now Jiangsu). At the age of 27, he was admitted to middle school and became a teaching assistant. He became close friends with Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi. The most brilliant part of his life is poetry. He is a participant in the new Yuefu movement, which has great influence in the history of literature.
6. What are the poems about "farming"?
There is 1 poem about "agriculture". The Year of the Ferret: Song Author: Song Li Miyagi is near, preferring rain and dew.
Up to now, half of the cultivated land has been used as gardens. 2. "Three Returns to the Garden" Time: Wei and Jin Author: Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. 3. "Xianzi" Time: Song Author: Shedong planted hundreds of mulberry trees, Shexi still built a hundred-step pond, morning tea was picked at night, and the wheat showed barley yellow.
As soon as I'm finished, I can't hold my head up anymore. Reading habits are not swept away, and the bamboo in front of the lamp is simple and yellow.
I am ecstatic that my son is ruling the chaos from the side. You don't need to drink when you are drunk, but you can get a book. It sounds good.
Life is sick, and the unique book addiction is incurable. I hope my son can plough enough food and clothing to study in thousands of books. 4. "Shuidiao Song Tou gaunt and numerous families and species" Year: Song Author: Yu gaunt and numerous families and species, branches scattered snow.
Light makeup, no peach blossoms, low eyebrows. Lazy to the palace, willing to associate with the lonely mountain, according to Shui Ying.
Don't blame the wind and frost, just blame me for being cold. Thanks.
Open the cold core and make it glow obliquely. Strong red and purple are the same, and bright sex is difficult to move.
Only a good bamboo fence thatched cottage and a jade hall are rich in jade, and the old man may not appreciate it. Get drunk first after singing, and the waning moon sets deep.
5. "Partridges lazy to learn to grow melons in Qing Dynasty" Time: Song Author: Lu You lazy to learn to grow melons in Qing Dynasty. Only send fishing to the end of life.
Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk. The singing is weak and dumb.
Wine is like dew and flowers. Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home.
The poem about ploughing in the Book of Songs is 1. What are the poems about hard farming?
1. Look at cutting wheat
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, 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,
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
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 are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
2. Pottery
Song: Mei
Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.
A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.
3. Talking about Tian Jia/hurting Tian Jia
Tang Dynasty: Nie Zhongyi
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.
4. Farmhouse
Tang dynasty: Yan Yu ren
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
5. Jia Guantian
Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
2. Poetry describing agriculture
Poems describing agriculture:
Chu River
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Be kind to farmers and Li Shen.
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.
Transplant Song Feng magnum
Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.
Tao Yuanming, the third of Five Poems of Returning to Yuan Tian Ju
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 narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
3. What are the poems about farming?
Poems about farming are as follows: "Unfortunate Poems" Year: Tang Author: Wang Weibei Quexian wrote a book, which he didn't report when he was sleeping and didn't publish when he was farming in Nanshan.
100 Committee caught off guard, but he couldn't stand in front of five Marquis. Drink your wine in the river. Are you safe at home in Maoling? Climbing the mountain with * * *, the water comes back, and the spring breeze in Mo Wen moves the willows.
I don't have to tell you how selfish people are now. Help people and then brush clothes, be a man! Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Feng Menglong put his hand into Noda and looked up at the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress. Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. "Wo He" in Nie Zhongyi, it was noon when hoeing, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? (772-846), Han nationality, from Qiaocheng District, Bozhou City, Anhui Province, from Wucheng County (Huzhou City, Zhejiang Province), is the great-grandson of Secretary Li.
When I was young, I studied at Huishan Temple in Wuxi, Runzhou (now Jiangsu). At the age of 27, he was admitted to middle school and became a teaching assistant.
He became close friends with Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi. The most brilliant part of his life is poetry. He is a participant in the new Yuefu movement, which has great influence in the history of literature.
4. What are the poems describing farming?
1. Tang Ding Xian Zhi presented Zhu Zhongshu
Ten years of farming and five lakes, ten years of waterlogging. Frequent annual oil well taxes are usually not enough,
Who will lose money this year? The benefits of selling from the east to the west are already very expensive.
And I'm standing still, who dares to do it? White Tiger Hall, Assistant Minister Wei Zi,
Going in and out to visit family. In the morning, I tend to paint with cypress beams, and during the day, I carve a rich official meal.
I will be kind to you, but I will be poor for many years.
2. Don Wang Wei's "Misfortune Poems"
Beique did not report the book, and Nanshan did not publish it when it was cultivated.
100 Committee caught off guard, but he couldn't stand in front of five Marquis.
Drink your wine in the river. Are you safe at home in Maoling?
Climbing the mountain with * * *, the water comes back, and the spring breeze in Mo Wen moves the willows.
I don't have to tell you how selfish people are now.
Help people and then brush clothes, be a man!
3. Don Richie's "The Wild Old Man Exposes His Back"
Centenarians don't farm, they only know how to spend the rest of their lives.
Sometimes lice scratch their heads and watch them fall asleep under the hedge.
4. Don Cen Can's "Send Hu Xiang to the Palace"
It's sad to see you as a teenager. But you can give gifts when you are tired. The mountain village belongs to farming.
Wildflowers meet short browns, and rivers and willows are whipped. Buy wine and chat with each other, and Qingmen will fall asleep drunk.
5. Huang Songting Zhang's "Ming Shu Hui Er Fu"
I have been discussing classics all my life, and I have always been austere and honest.
False deeds are meaningless, and you can buy mountains and clouds freely.
As a temple butcher, I dream of becoming a farmer.
If you want to identify with yourself and your dreams at the same time, it is still like a drum and a fork.
5. What are the famous aphorisms about "the farmer's uncle is too hard"?
1, hometown is the holy land of rice, spring is the rice of farmers' uncles, summer farmers come with smiles and put seedlings in the fields, and autumn is the happiest season for farmers' uncles. When the farmer's uncle saw the rice bowing to his farmer's uncle, the farmer was particularly brilliant.
2. Autumn is the season when crops are ripe, and it is also the favorite season of farmers' uncles. Sorghum blushed, corn grinned, Huang Chengcheng's corn grains were like golden beans, Xiaomi smiled and bowed to us, and soybeans were blown away by the wind.
In autumn, rice fields are full of golden rice and hard-working farmers' uncles. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in every garden. There are yellow, pink and purple ... in different colors and colorful colors.
Under the care of the farmer's uncle, the rape blossoms are all laughing. At first glance, they look like a golden ocean. The breeze is blowing gently, and the layers are rolling, which is beautiful. Rape flower, rape flower, you are not as delicate as other flowers. It doesn't need careful care, but it brings many real things to people.
In spring, farmers' uncles are sowing seeds, and the countryside is already a busy scene. Lovely spring brings us a colorful world, infinite happiness and joy, and hopes and blessings!
6. It's raining, the air is cool, the farmer's uncle is very happy to see the vegetables ripe, someone walks in the rain with an umbrella, and the spring rain brings joy to people.
7. The persimmon on that tree looks like a Kongming lantern, which is the hope of the farmer's uncle.
8. You see, those from Huang Chengcheng, Huang Chengcheng and Huang Chengcheng are green and handsome, and farmers' uncles are particularly fond of them. Cooking is tender, fragrant and delicious, and everyone loves it.
9. In the hot summer, when you come to the countryside, you will still see hardworking farmers' uncles plowing and watering the land. Plants also straighten their backs to absorb nectar. Butterflies of various colors also flew over and danced beautifully.
10, what is happiness? The farmer's uncle said, "Happiness is harvesting crops." The driver's uncle said: "Happiness is to ensure the safety of guests." The teacher said, "Happiness is to see students get excellent grades." A little girl said, "Happiness is living with mom and dad.
1 1, in the field, the corn cob fell asleep lazily in yellow clothes, and the half-red and half-green pepper was like a shy little girl, covering her little face with clothes. The farmer's uncle is busy, and his face is filled with the joy of harvest.
12, the corn took off its green coat and put on a yellow jacket, waiting for the acceptance of the farmer's uncle.
13, in this sultry summer, we are playing and enjoying, while the farmers' uncles are working hard in the vast rice fields under the scorching sun. Even if the sweat of beans rolls down their faces and foreheads, they don't rest, because all they think about is that we can live a good life.
6. Land poems in The Book of Songs
Shijingdatian
There are many crops in the field, so we should plant them and return them.
Since preparation is one thing, I'm sorry.
I took the land in the south and planted hundreds of valleys.
It is both the court and the master, and the great-grandson is if.
Tough and good, not bad.
It is harmless to get rid of its moths and pests.
The ancestors of heaven have gods and fire feet.
There is prosperity, there is prosperity.
Rain is my public land, so I am private.
Childishness gains nothing, and neither does this.
Legacy and stagnation are beneficial to Iraqi widows.
Great-grandson came to check with his wife and children.
It is a pleasure to see every acre of land in the south.
Come to worship, with its black, but its millet.
It was built to sacrifice it, not to do great things.
7. Write a poem about farmers' hard work, at least five sentences, which is urgent.
For the detailed information of farmer Li Shen, go to Baidu to check. A millet is planted in spring and 10,000 seeds are harvested in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. - .
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.
From now on, if you take the moon leisurely, the staff will knock on the door all night. - .
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it. - .
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born. - .
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat. - .
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Violence is easy to be violent, and I don't know what it is.
Shennong is in danger in summer, and suddenly there is nothing. I am comfortable and safe.
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I took it away from the past and ate my farmers. It has been several years since ancient times. This is the time for nanmu, either ploughing or ploughing, and the millet grows gratifying.
You lie down, you stop, I'm embarrassed. Let me be bright and sacrifice sheep with me, taking the country as the square.
My day is a farmer's day. Harp and harp beat drums to defend Tianzu and pray for rain.
Introduce Xiaomi to me and educate my men and women. Great-grandson came to check and married his wife and son.
Tian Wei is very happy, and he is about to taste it. It is easy to plant an acre of grain, and it will be good in the end.
Great-grandson is not angry, farmer Kemin. Great-grandchildren's crops, such as poets, such as Liang.
Great-grandchildren are as beautiful as Beijing. It is for thousands of warehouses, not for thousands of boxes.
Millet, millet and rice, farmers' celebration. Give me a blessing and I will live forever.
-The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.
No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With his wife and son, Jia [1] is Nanmu, and Tian [2] is very happy! Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.
In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry? Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.
The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home. Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.
Silkworm, moon and mulberry, take an axe [3] and cut it far and wide to take care of another mother mulberry. In July, anchovies were singing, and in August, the performance was recorded.
I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son. April is beautiful, and May is singing.
Harvest in August and fall in October. A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.
The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts. Talk about it privately [6] and offer it to the public [7].
In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate. July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed.
The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into every house. Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.
Eat the thorns in June [9] and cook the sunflower water chestnut in July. Peel dates in August and get rice in October.
To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and eat our farmers in September.
Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October. Millet millet weight [10], with hemp oats.
Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace. The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope [1 1].
I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu. The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.
On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek. First frost in September, washing the floor in October.
Friends drink and say they killed the lamb. When he went to court, he called him: Long life is boundless.