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.
"Xijiang Moonlight Walking on Huangsha Road":
The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.
1, plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
2, autumn bamboo, cool Wuling pine.
3, the rain is red durian, and the new autumn green taro is fat.
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. After a light rain, the river turned over and pomegranate flowers were in full bloom.
7, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
8. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, you can say bumper harvest and listen to frogs.
9. The fisherman in Shinjuku is just so-so, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn.
10, a little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery.
1 1, the moonlight in autumn is better than that in spring, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely.
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, Tian Chongxiang array penetrated Chang 'an, and the city was full of golden armor.
16, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same.
I am looking for poems and essays about harvest. Autumn in my hometown is also the autumn in my hometown when I was a child. It's always blue and fascinating. Occasionally, the floating clouds are changing all kinds of graphics, which you can imagine infinitely.
However, the autumn of middle age is also the autumn of a foreign land, and I always can't see my thoughts at that time. When I arrived in Linyi a few days ago, I looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window on the expressway, as if I had returned to my childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember how "cool" it was to hold round and big sweet potatoes at dusk in first frost, in the smoke not far away. What's more, burned soybeans with dead leaves are looking for endless autumn fragrance. I dare say it is the most delicious bean fragrance in the world! At least in the present city, I have never smelled it! Autumn is the season when "yellow things fade".
The original green leaves gradually lost their true colors of life. Under the attack of wind, frost, rain and snow, it turns yellow day by day, and then quietly floats down with the wind. At the moment of enjoying the beautiful scenery, I had to wear delicate yellow leaves and hang them under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance floating from the scones after burning.
My mouth is watering. An able young man can eat ten at a time. I have never smelled such a kind fragrance in my wandering after leaving home! At that time, there was no sadness in the fallen leaves of my hometown. Now, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless. In my heart, the occasional thoughts and comforts are all in the face of this silent destruction, whether it is fire nirvana or life evolution.
Someone in autumn scenery said, "Autumn is really beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn. Autumn is in the field
The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.
Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish.
The petals of some chrysanthemums are all spread out, revealing the tender yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; There are chrysanthemums in bud, as if the petals are about to open. In autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are all ripe.
Uncles and aunts are holding baskets and picking fruits one by one. Those fruits that haven't been picked seem to say, "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! " Autumn is on people.
People wear sweaters, vests, sweaters and so on. Where is autumn? Autumn is in children's eyes. As long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.
Autumn in the old capital is always good, no matter where it is; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple.
Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath.
When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning.
When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.
Qiu Chan's cries are like crickets and mice in Beiping, and like roundworms that every household keeps at home. There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Idle people in the city, wearing thick green coats or jackets and biting their pipes, stood in the shade of the inclined bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say to each other with a slow tone and a little sigh, "Oh, it's really cold." This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! " Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right. Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai.
The first is jujube; Corner, wall, toilet edge, kitchen door.
3. The poem praising the bumper harvest is 1, planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10,000 seeds in autumn.
2, autumn bamboo, cool Wuling pine.
3, the rain is red durian, and the new autumn green taro is fat.
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. After a light rain, the river turned over and pomegranate flowers were in full bloom.
7, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
8. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, you can say bumper harvest and listen to frogs.
9. The fisherman in Shinjuku is just so-so, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn.
10, a little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery.
1 1, the moonlight in autumn is better than that in spring, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely.
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.
When the west wind falls, there are few people in the green hills. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Revenge of Zhao Jun" is touching, and everything belongs to Qiu Lai, which shakes Song Xin Qi Ji's "There is a Southern Yan and a rhyme". Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I face them in this villa, drinking my wine and smelling of alcohol. -Tang Li Bai's "Farewell to the Secretary in Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa" In August, the high wind roared, and my family was three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "The hut was blown by the autumn wind", the autumn atmosphere was inevitable, and the light cold was just pleasing. The green pools are all red and the leaves are still open. Minimum money is pleasant: it is satisfactory. Red-violet (pronounced "Canal"): Lotus. But: open them all. Minimum money: the new lotus leaf is as big as a small copper coin. Song Yang Wanli's "Walking in Late Autumn" shook the dew covered by the morning light, and the sound of logging floated out of the valley. Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and hold up the fat fruits and vegetables between the bamboo fences with baskets. Live in a farmhouse in autumn. Scatter a round net to the cold fog on the river, and put away the shadow of Chinese tallow leaves like herring. The reeds are shaded with frost and gently shake the parked oars. The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats. The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry. Because the stream is dry, the stone is clearer. Where is the flute on the cow's back, the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat? Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess. -He Qifang in autumn
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is freezing, and the vegetation shakes the frost-the lines described by Wei of the Three Kingdoms.
There is only one blade, and I don't know how many autumn sounds I heard. Yan's "Qingpingle" is full of spring sounds, and several rows of autumn geese come to the valley. Yuan Sadu stabbed "Two Poems Dreaming of Climbing High Mountains". Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus flowers. Sanli Pinghu, a passer-by feels that autumn is full of lost lotus: residual lotus. Yuan's Nine Poems of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake
Don't break the garden, because he and the fish covered the Xiheng Waste Garden (also called Xiheng Waste Garden) written by the sunset glow and the Song Dynasty. Rolfe: Soil stalks in the field. ) Tianshui blue, autumn color dyeing: dyeing. Song Zhou Mi's "Wen Que Xi Wu Shan Guan Tao" sunset glow in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and a little sunset glow in the shadow of Hong Fei: sunset glow. Western Western jackdaw: Crows returning to the forest in cold weather. Hong Fei: Goose. Pu's Jing Tian Sand Ball
5. The poem "Picking Peas" about bumper harvest
Fat ya ya, handsome Niu Niu, hand in hand, crossing the ditch, picking up peas, picking up a bag as soon as they are picked up, eyah yo, picking up a bag as soon as they are picked up.
Golden peas, silver peas, round red peas, one after another, you can't lose the harvested fruit, eyah, you can't lose the harvested fruit.
Autumn is full of fruits.
Autumn is like a big plate.
Full of all kinds of sweet fruits.
Green apples and red persimmons
Dali in Huang Chengcheng
Brochette grapes saizhuzi
What looks like a lantern is an orange.
Autumn is a fruit bowl.
Everyone likes to eat fruit.
"Agricultural harvest! 》
Agricultural harvest!
The good news spread all over the Gobi.
Father Sun gave a thumbs-up sign;
The wind mother-in-law sang the song of harvest;
Little Balaam plays Dombrat;
Little Coulee turned up a flowered skirt;
Look!
In the field,
Grandpa Corn stroked his long beard.
Smile at us;
Sunflowers hung their heads shyly,
Nod to us;
Watermelon hit the general in the stomach,
Wave to us.
Listen!
The click of the train,
The hope of a bumper harvest is being sent far away.
Agricultural harvest!
The whole Gobi is boiling!
6. Poems by foreign poets Winter morning Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837) Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day! Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up! Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness. Please come out, as the morning star in the north, and meet the morning glow goddess in the north! Last night, do you still remember that there was heavy snow and the sinister sky was shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. You sat there bored, but now ... Oh, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it unfolds like a tapestry on Yuan Ye.
Large tracts of snow are shining with sunshine, and only transparent Woods are darkening. The branches of fir trees glow green in the frost: the frozen river is bright.
The whole room was illuminated by amber. The newly lit fire crackled pleasantly.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time. However, should you ask someone to put the brown horse on the sled as soon as possible? Dear friends, riding lightly all the way lets us slide through the early morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, and let's visit the open fields. The forest, the river bank, which grew not long ago, is so kind to me.
1829 (Cha Translation) Appreciation of Cao Shuhou's Old Man Pushkin was a great Russian poet in19th century. His poems are diverse in form, rich in rhythm, beautiful, delicate, light and clear in style. (200 1 year 65438+1Tuesday, October 30th) Narcissus Wordsworth (English 1770- 1850) I wander alone! Like a cloud floating across the valley, I suddenly looked up and saw clusters of golden daffodils, colorful and dense; By the lake, under the shade of trees, swaying in the wind, dancing smartly.
The dense milky way is like a million stars flashing up and down, and this narcissus is arranged in an endless line along the lake bay; I caught a glimpse of thousands of flowers, shook my corolla and danced lightly. The ripples on the lake dance with the wind, but the joy of daffodils is better than ripples; How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy with such a pleasant companion! I stared at it for a long time, but I never thought about how rare this beautiful scenery gave me.
Since then, whenever I lie on the couch, or feel depressed, or at a loss, daffodils flash in my mind-it is a paradise when I am lonely; My heart is full of joy, dancing with daffodils. Appreciation of Cao Shuhou's old man: Wordsworth is the main representative of romantic poetry of British Huxiang poets.
His poems are full of emotion and plain language. This narcissus is easy to understand, but full of poetry.
(Tuesday, February 6, 2006, 5438+0) Thick plum trees (Su 1895—— 1925) The thick plum trees bloom with the arrival of spring, and the golden branches grow like curly hair. Sweet dew, dripping along the bark; Leave a spicy green mark, shiny silver.
Satin-like spikes sparkle under the dew, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the residual snow melts, on the grass near the roots, a silver stream flows happily all the way.
The thick plum trees spread their branches, emitting charming fragrance, golden green traces and reflecting the sun. The stream raised the waves of broken jade, splashed on the thick plum branches, bounced the strings under the cliff and sang for her affectionately.
19 15 (translated by Liu Zhanqiu and Ru Xiangxue) Appreciation of Old Cao Man Book Thickness: a famous Russian poet in the Soviet Union. His poems mainly describe the natural scenery of the countryside and have strong appeal.
Tree frost by the window (US 1874- 1963) The tree by my window, the tree by the window, I close the window when night falls; But never close the curtains, lest you and I be separated. You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground. You are as erratic as a floating cloud. Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue is not profound.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you. If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
On that day, fate was a child's play, which linked us together: you were influenced by the external climate and I was stimulated by the internal wind and rain. Appreciation of Old Cao Man's Books: Robert Frost, the most famous American poet in the 20th century.
His poems are mainly about pasture and countryside, and the language is clear, simple, delicate and subtle. This poem is about a tree by the window, and the theme falls on the inner agitation.
(Tuesday, February 20th, 2006, 5438+0) The clever star Heine (Germany 1797- 1856) flowers easily touch people's feet, and most of them will be trampled by people; Whether shy or bold, people who pass by will be crushed. Pearls are hidden in the treasure chest of the sea, but they will also be found. Drill them, fasten them, and fasten them firmly on the wire rope.
Stars are smart, and they have reason to stay away from us. The stars are hanging in the sky, like the lights of the world, always safe. The old man Cao Shuhou appreciates Heine's poem, which is particularly interesting: nature has been destroyed by human beings, and even grass and pearls are not safe. Only the star is high in the sky, and there is no way for human beings to destroy it.
This poem is humorous and a warning to human beings to destroy nature. The theme of this poem is not directly spoken in the poem, so that readers can experience it themselves.
Poems like this make readers feel like their own discoveries, which are particularly poetic. (Tuesday, February 20th, 2006, 5438+0) The clever star Heine (Germany 1797- 1856) flowers easily touch people's feet, and most of them will be trampled by people; Whether shy or bold, people who pass by will be crushed.
Pearls are hidden in the treasure chest of the sea, but they will also be found. Drill them, fasten them, and fasten them firmly on the wire rope. Stars are smart, and they have reason to stay away from us. The stars are hanging in the sky, like the lights of the world, always safe.
The old man Cao Shuhou appreciates Heine's poem, which is particularly interesting: nature has been destroyed by human beings, and even grass and pearls are not safe. Only the star is high in the sky, and there is no way for human beings to destroy it. This poem is humorous and a warning to human beings to destroy nature.
The theme of this poem is not directly spoken in the poem, so that readers can experience it themselves. Poems like this make readers feel like their own discoveries, which are particularly poetic.