Poetry describing agriculture

On Tang Qiuwei of Lushe, the Father of Agriculture

The east wind has arrived, and the Green Lake has gone up the mountain. Spring is early on the lake, and the family is not idle. In ditches and running water, between flat land and weeds. After dinner at night, I let the cows go and closed the door when I came back. Agricultural family

Don Young is in people.

In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk. When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

Farmer Wang Qing and Tang Yong are in it.

Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later. White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.

In early autumn, Tang Caoye was set up in Sudian.

The grass is thin and fluorescent, and the mountains are long and the maple trees are long. Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.

Tianjia belonged to Guangxi in the early Tang Dynasty.

The leaves of Pu Ye are longer and the apricot flowers are full. The old farmer depends on this, is it expensive? When cows get up in the morning, they plow their winter wool with their hands. Earthworms are unearthed, and Heaven flies with me. The crowd was noisy and hungry. My heart is full of compassion, and I care about these two sorrows. Dial food and add things, and return to the basket at dusk. My relatives are closer, but my heart will never move.

Tianjia belonged to Guangxi in the early Tang Dynasty.

Sangzhe has been immersed in the water for a long time, and the warm scenery in the evening breeze may wish to plow a plow. Gao Ji is still weaving silkworm eggs, and the next one is hungry. Apricot goat cooked with cheese, wheat cold with floating ridge and low pheasant medium. Life and death are determined by fate, and things do not depend on the will of the emperor. Tianshang

Don Cui Daorong

The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.

Insert Tian Ge.

Yuxi Liu Tang

Flowers and plants are in full bloom on the top of the mountain, and swallows fly from east to west. The horizon looks like a line, and the white water is uneven. The peasant woman is wearing a white skirt and the peasant father is wearing a green coat. Singing the song in the middle together, standing like a bamboo branch. But when you smell resentment, you can't distinguish slang. Whenever you laugh, you will laugh at each other. Horizontal seedlings are barren, and fireworks are born in the market. Yellow dogs reciprocate, red chickens crow and peck. Who is on the side of the road? This hoodie has long sleeves. Since the word collectors, teenagers from the emperor township. Fu Tian's words count officials, and Junnong will know them. When I came to Chang 'an Road, my eyes were completely different. The official made a speech with a smile. Chang 'an is really great. The door of the province is lofty and there is no agriculture. I came to fill the doorman yesterday, only using bamboo cloth. You see, in 2003, I will be an official.

Tian Jia is Tang Quan Deyu.

Lying in the bed of quinoa with nothing to do will make you feel uncomfortable. Desert rice spends money on food, and violet leaves make Confucian clothes. During the tour, monks have lunch together, and fishermen go together or return at night. After learning that Shang Ping got married, Zhu Yanxi forgot the machine in * * months.

It's Tang's pastoral.

The screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.

Don is the head of the family.

The old house is in Gaodong, overlooking the abandoned village. In front of firewood road, there is a ridge, and the home is opposite. The pleasure begins, and it is pleasant in the suburbs. I still feel dizzy in the new autumn. Climb a tree at the foot of the mountain to rest and draw water to open a spring. How tired are the crops and clouds? Mom sang is very busy today. Those who seek peace are rewarded, and even negotiate with the latent husband. Why do chickens and millet need tools? My heart knows respect.

Weng Juan in April in the countryside.

It's raining like smoke in full of green. In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields.