There are many bones and grasses. The grass is deep and thin.
Farmers are no different. Lonely ears are safe.
I am always afraid that I will be too long. Suddenly I will fly with Qiu Peng.
Birds are recommended to the ancestral temple. This is glorious for you.
2. "Xijiang Moonlight Walking Huangsha Road" Tang Libai
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.
3. Su Xinshi Xugong Store Songyang Wan Li
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
4. Song Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Villagers' Residence"
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
5. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail.
2. Poems describing the bumper harvest in rural areas. The ears of wheat are looking around in the field.
Thin figure swaying in the breeze,
Telling the vicissitudes of the years;
The cold wind can't blow away your endless thoughts,
The hot sun won't dry up your endless attachment.
Hard-working people have been expecting;
That drop of sweat,
Has been connected with your heart, hand in hand;
The air is filled with your intoxicating body fragrance,
Just looking at your golden color gives people endless reverie.
The tenderness of fingers touching your face ripples in the wind;
The joy of harvest took away yesterday's sadness.
The most beautiful scenery has been fixed in people's hearts.
3. What poems describe the happy scene of rural harvest and rural customs? A Tour of Shanxi Village describes the happy scene of rural harvest and rural scenery and customs;
Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
Traveling to Shanxi Zhuang is a seven-character poem written by Lu You, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is one of the few famous works with a distinctive tone.
The poem was written in 1 167 (the third year of Xiaozong Road in Southern Song Dynasty). Prior to this, Lu You served as the chief judge of Longxing House. Because he strongly sponsored Zhang Jun's Northern Expedition, the capitulators illegally accused him of "apologizing, clamoring for right and wrong, and urging Zhang Jun to go to war" and went home. Of course, the poet is indignant. Compared with the treacherous officialdom, the simple life in my hometown will naturally bring infinite comfort.
4. The poem "Harvest Song and Dance" about harvest.
Zhongyan (Tujia)
I dreamed that I was spread out and spread out on the ground.
An ecstatic dance. I am like this.
Dance to the sky
The flame made by human beings
Continue on earth
Facing autumn and harvest
Burning in the world
Blood, meat and bones that continue to burn. I have a lot to say at this time.
I said it word for word.
Holding beautiful and touching gestures.
There are many languages.
As in the coming year, the seeds are harvested one after another.
Kneeling on the ground
Life,
Open it countless times
Beautiful tears, this is the dance I keep creating.
I always yearn for my own creation.
Is the world.
Sacred flowers
I gave her everything to the earth.
The earth accepted my sincere sowing.
Like a village
Living by your side
Around me, the weather is fine,
The harvest of life
Really excited.
Crops, your dance
in front of me
Dance selflessly
It lasts forever.
5. Good words, sentences and words to describe the bumper harvest in rural areas:
Full of vitality, fertile soil, thousands of miles of smoke curling up, surrounded by mountains and waters.
Cattle fat Ma Zhuang narrow path, Lang Mai mountains, surrounded by water.
Quiet life, surrounded by mountains and rivers, green mountains and green waters, surrounded by green mountains.
The trees are tall, dense, overgrown with weeds and green grass.
Good sentences:
1. Rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and touching pastoral scenery!
2. Smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up and crossed the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.
A short house is also an art, classical and elegant, like a rich painting.
There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful!
6. From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that this is a flock of sheep on the pasture. They are all born in vain, fat and lovely, and the birds that make the grassland healthier are twittering.
Good paragraph:
1. The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is paved with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibetan diaojiao buildings are scattered on the roadside, and cattle and sheep are hidden in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea from time to time ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local meaning.
2. The silver smoke rising in Ran Ran, the more ancient silent stream, the old cow walking slowly with the sunset on its back, the rice fields on one side are like checkerboards, and the green velvet seedlings are woven into carpets, reaching into the distant sky; The house with blue bricks and red tiles is shaded by trees. In spring, the pine forest in my hometown is still gloomy, but the azaleas are already full of hills.
On the grassland in summer, the air in the morning is particularly fresh. I pestered my father to go for a walk on the grassland. The faint scent of grass blows on my face, and it is bright red. The morning sun rises from Ran Ran on the horizon of Ran Ran, covering the vast grassland with gold. Dewdrops on the grass, like pearls embedded in jade, shine with colorful brilliance. I saw many unknown flowers on the grassland, including pink, white, yellow or blue, which made the grassland very beautiful.
6. The poem about harvest is 1. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
2, the night rain red durian demolition, the new autumn green taro fat.
3, autumn bamboo, cool Wuling pine.
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, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
7. After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate bloomed.
8, Shinjuku fisherman is still average, swallows fly in the clear autumn.
9. In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that the harvest year is good, and the sound of frogs is heard.
10, a little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery.
1 1, Tian Chongxiang runs through Chang 'an, full of golden flowers.
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.
15, the moonlight in autumn is better than that in spring, and the frosty days in Wan Li are quiet and lonely.
16, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same.
17, I like to watch thousands of waves in rice fields, and heroes everywhere smoke at dusk. The morning dew was shaken off.
Hope to adopt
7. Meng Haoran, a poem describing the autumn countryside, "Passing the Old People's Village"
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-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.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
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.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and the mountain villages bloom everywhere in spring. Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget. However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.
Lover-Sun Guangxian
Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.
Partridge Sky-Su Shi
The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
Rural scenery-Chen
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.
"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You
It's drizzling and wet in Mao Yan, and the road by the river is cold and snowy. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.
Hut-land tour
Peeling and pecking at the hut, ya forked and hit the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.
Hut-Xu Hun
Yanyan got off the autumn pond, and the family became busy from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them. The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.
Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.
Open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou will live. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.