-Xin Qiji's "Broken Array" in the Southern Song Dynasty likes to see thousands of waves of rice and heroic smoke everywhere. -Mao Zedong's "Seven Methods of Shaoshan" Autumn wind in Bai Yunfei, the vegetation falls yellow, and the geese return to the south.
—— Liu Han Che "Autumn Wind Poetry" The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation is frosty. -The Three Kingdoms Wei Caopi's Ge Yanxing is accompanied by autumn geese and Changfeng. When I face them from this villa, I drink my wine.
-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhouzhuang" In the autumn of August, the wind roared and swept my hair. -Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage Was Blown by the Autumn Wind" curled up in the autumn wind, and the waves in Dongting were under the leaves.
-Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Mrs. Xiang" is sad for autumn! Bleak, vegetation is declining, travel far, climb the mountain near the water and return. -Chu Song Yu's Nine Debates during the Warring States Period Lu Ting had many fallen leaves, and he knew it was autumn.
-Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Liu Chai Sang" On the new autumn night, the graceful moon will be round. -Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", the lotus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the middle of the month: lotus.
-In the Southern Dynasties, Xiao Qi Yan's Qiu Si looked at a cold city, which was quiet and peaceful. -Southern Dynasties article "Looking at Xuancheng County" pavilion is high in Mu Ye and long Shouqiu.
-Liu Liang in the Southern Dynasties muddy "Yi Dao Shi" Jincheng fog grass is low, Yumen wind wood. -Nan Yun's "Don't Poem" lasted in September.
-Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Palace Trees are all in autumn, and mountains only shine. -Tang Wang's Yewang hangs a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luoyangchun.
—— In the early autumn of Tang and Song Anchu, the white stone appeared in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves were sparse in the cold days. -Wei's "Two Poems in the Mountains", with autumn sounds of thousands of bamboos and cool colors of Wuling pine.
-Tang Lijun, "Looking at Qinchuan".
2. What are the poems about autumn harvest? Maple trees welcome autumn, maple forests are like fire, autumn winds curl, and waves in Dongting Lake curl under the leaves: describe the breeze blowing.
Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding.
Muye: Yellow leaves. Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed.
Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.
In the Warring States Period, Chu, Song and Yu argued that the autumn wind started, the vegetation turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. The autumn wind in Liu Che is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Wei Xing has many fallen leaves, so he knows it is autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night.
Tingting: It's far away. In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus.
In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.
Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.
Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal.
Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.
In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered. Under the wood: leaves fall.
Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu.
Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy.
The epitaph of Bulugu's family, the wife of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless. Foreword: season.
Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei.
A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color. Don Wang Bo's "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water.
Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little. Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. Bai Yue reflects the cold pool, and autumn rain grows moss. Liu Tang Changqing's "Youchan Shuangfeng Temple" went to the wild field in the south, because the leaves had fallen, and the wind in the cold zone was not far from the autumn of North Haoran's "Huai Yue Chu Han Jiang". When you are away from home, it is cold in Qiu Lai and cool in Qingjiang. Tang Li Bai's "Appreciating the Rain" Autumn geese are accompanied by the wind. I look at each other in this village and drink my wine.
Tang Dynasty's Secretary of Xuanzhou Zhuangbie Li Bai's Lonely Place of Orange Pomelo, Lonely Place of Old Wutong in Autumn: People Cooking Smoke. Cold orange pomelo: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves chilly.
The two sentences are written about human beings, orange pomelo is dark blue, and phoenix tree is yellowish, showing a late autumn scenery. Tang Li Bai's "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xietiao North Building" Huang Yun yellow birds, autumn dusk trees. Tang Du Fu's "Late Autumn, Changsha Cai Wufeng gave a royal drinking banquet to send Liu Yin to join the army, and Yu Fengzhou returned to Jin", which was hosted by a fisherman. In the clear autumn, swallows flew to stay in the hut: for two nights.
So: still. Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is in Qujiangtou, Xiakou of Zhaitang, and Wan Lifeng's smoke meets autumn sand on the far shore of Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity. Even the mountains are illuminated by night, and autumn is near in the sky. The moon on earth is clear, and Du Fu of Tang Dynasty cries in August and autumn. My home is Sanlian Caotang. cogon
Describe the scene of vilen in late autumn: the wind blows the thatch on the vilen and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry trees. Don Cen Can's "Going to the Girder, but Sending to the Mad Lord" Autumn wind moves Wan Li, and the sunset glow is high. Tang Dynasty's "Gongbei Qiuxing sends Cui Mingyun" came back to life, and the cold came back to life: sunset, dusk.
Turbulence: A criss-crossing river. Zhang: A steep mountain peak.
In Qi's "Mid-Autumn Festival on the West Peak of Nanshan Mountain, the title of Lord Lan Ruo", in the voice, when ten thousand people take pictures, the sun sets. Tang Qianqi's "Topic Su Gong Lin Pavilion" Lai Su rested, and the autumn air in the empty mountains was clear. Su Yu: It rained last night.
In Tang Liduan's Walking with Wei and Jin Dynasties in Maoling Mountain, the rain is green, the frost garden is red and the weeds are green. Closed: full.
It means that after the rain, the path in the yard is covered with green grass, and the garden is covered with red leaves after frost, and the courtyard is desolate and lonely. Tang Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai is clear in the mountains and clear at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Two Poems of Autumn Colors" tries hard to get to the heart, but I don't know that spring colors are crazy and clear: autumn colors are clear and clear.
Hey: Encourage. Liu Yuxi's Two Odes to Autumn depends somewhat on violet. Looking back at the west wind, he described the lotus leaf leaning eastward in the autumn wind, which hurt the autumn mood.
Mu's "Two Couples in Qi 'an County" painted a cold red candle screen, and a small fan fluttered over the fireflies, and a small fan: a thin silk round fan. These two sentences describe that the red candle emits cold light in autumn night. According to the picture, the girl is chasing firefly mountain with a delicate round fan.
Don Mutu's Autumn Night and Night in the Day Order are as cool as water, and he lies down to watch Day Order and Petunia Weaver Star: the steps in the palace. Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu, the autumn shadow lingers, and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the rain. Although it was autumn, it was cloudy for several days, so there was no serious frost.
The dry load in the later period also came out from this. Listen to Yuji: The rain withered lotus, monotonous and desolate.
Tang Shangyin's Love in the Snail Pavilion and Cuizhou When Shan Ye was drunk in autumn, Bai Chi's old song titled Jianwu's Autumn Night Mountain Residence: "If you go to the wild goose and live in silence, who will weave new snow?" Shan Ye is drunk in autumn, and half a month is full. "
The old tree is autumn, and the empty pool is soaked in moonlight. Tang Deren's Sleeping on the Pool is better than a spring night, while Wan Li's Frosty Day is quiet and lonely. Yu's Autumn Moon (also known as Autumn Moon.
3. Poetry 1 Praise the autumn harvest, "Social Day"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia
Goose and lake, crops grow well, every household is full of pigs and chickens. 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.
Translation:
The rice beam at the foot of Ehu Mountain is plump and the harvest is in sight. In the barn, the pig is fat and the chicken is strong, and the door is half open. As the sun sets, mulberry trees reflect long shadows. After the Spring Festival, every household helped the drunkard to return.
2. "Eight Poems in Autumn. The eighth "
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Kunwu's imperial house is winding, and the sub-grid is cloudy. The fragrant rice pecked at the parrot's grain, and the branches of the old phoenix perched in Wu Bi. Beauty meets Cui Chun and asks questions, while the fairy couple moves late in the same boat. The crayons used to dry up, and the white heads sang softly.
Translation:
From Chang 'an to Beilin, through Kunwu and Su Yu, Zige Peak shines on Zhong Nanshan. I miss the fragrant rice and Wu Bi all the way, attracting parrots and phoenixes in the harvest season ... When spring comes, graceful ladies will pick flowers and give them away, and their friends will still leave at dusk, unwilling to return.
In the past, I could use words to dig through the dark wells of the times and drink the sweetness of mountains and rivers. Now I can only surround the water source in my memory and touch its silent twilight.
3. "Walking in Xijiang Moonlight on Huangsha Road"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
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.
Translation:
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are faint clouds in the sky, twinkling stars are shining, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. Once upon a time, the familiar Maodian hut was still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. When the mountain road turned, the once unforgettable creek bridge appeared in front of his eyes.
4. "Two poems for farmers. The first part "
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death.
5. Autumn
Five Dynasties: Li Xun
Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In blue smoke, under the bright moon, at the beginning of the boat. Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books, regardless of fame and fortune.
Translation:
On the quiet night in Xiaoxiang, the autumn flowers are blown by the breeze, and the beauty of Orange Island is like a landscape painting on the screen. In the vast smoke and bright moonlight, I gathered my fishing line and rocked my boat home.
Green water is my home, awning is my home, and delicacies are not as good as brown rice, fish and shrimp for three meals a day. Facing that glass of wine and looking at that shelf full of poems and books, I am satisfied and don't have to worry about fame and fortune anymore.
4. What poems describe the autumn harvest? Complete collection of autumn harvest poems, pity for farmers.
Year: Tang author:
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.
Suqian county and other places are exempt from some positive taxes.
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Gan Long
I remember I have been here three times, and I am afraid of the people here.
Rent and relief are a lot of money, but nothing can help.
I visited Bo at the age of 20 and got to know the source committee.
Because Liutang River is dredged, it is really as good as cultivated land.
When people are tired, even the autumn harvest will be beautiful.
I have felt great changes, and I am satisfied with my calendar.
There are chickens and dolphins in the house, and the clothes are fresh and ragged.
No disaster, no liberation, no missing.
Three out of ten people avoid positive confession because of thinking.
The soil difference in several counties should be doubled, and it will be beneficial in two to five days.
State-owned surplus uses Su Ju eaves, and only half of them are suspended.
Looking forward to the recovery of vitality, Xie Shu took his assistant away.
get up early
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
Everything is eventful at night, and I'm a little glad I'm not sick and hungry.
Looking forward to the autumn harvest in Shan Ye, it is appropriate to get up early in summer.
Twist your beard secretly, you will get wet, get tired of climbing scabies, and like the wind.
I bought wages to pump water for vegetables and shavings, and I cooked a meal hastily.
The sentence about autumn harvest is 1. In autumn, there is a rich Shan Ye in Taihang Mountain. Terraces are red sorghum and Huang Chengcheng Hosta. On the hillside are ripe big red dates, big persimmons like small lanterns, and walnuts and chestnuts covered with branches. Full of mountains and valleys, full of the fragrance of ripe grains and fruits.
Miss Qiu came to us singing a harvest song. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.
3. 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 your back and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for 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. I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn.
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!
From a distance, I can smell a fragrant aroma and a refreshing wind blowing. Look, the swaying osmanthus trees are swaying in the wind. Huh? What is that? Like a golden butterfly, like a silver ribbon, it lingers, floats, falls and floats to the ground. Although there are not so many osmanthus flowers in Qi Jun's hometown, I really feel like Qi Jun said that it has become a "western paradise paved with golden sands"
6. Autumn is a harvest season. The fields are full of harvest songs. A gust of wind blew, soybeans shook a loud bronze bell, sorghum raised a flaming torch, and wheat kept nodding. Farmers' uncles even smiled when they saw the achievements of that year.
7. Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe. Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year.
6. The sentence describing the autumn harvest walks into the field and the wheat is floating. The number of acres of crops, from a distance, looks like a thousand waves rolling; Looking closely, wheat bent over with laughter, sorghum blushed, corn blossomed, and people in the field were busy. "Sing a song about harvesting, harvest wheat, sorghum, corn and soybeans, and send them to the country after harvesting.
"Youyang's song tells the joy of farmers' autumn harvest. You came quietly, brought a yellow dress and a red dress, and looked at the mountain on the side, as if you had crossed a layer of gold.
Flying leisurely, countless yellow butterflies flew down from above, and a group circled in mid-air. I don't know how long it took, and the dark yellow clothes turned into light yellow; Pale yellow has turned to stone. You see, it looks like a naughty child. Look at the mountain over there. Sorghum is drunk. It is simply a piece of Red Sea, covering half the sky. It is connected with Xia Guang and burning like a flame. This combination of yellow and red gives people an indescribable warmth, and even forgets that in a few days, winter is coming.
You came quietly, bringing beautiful Qiu Guang scenery and rich fruits. Listen, gongs and drums are loud and lively. People who have been busy for a year are filled with overwhelming joy: "Another bumper harvest year has come." I am infatuated with autumn! Autumn-colorful season, fruit harvest season, thriving season.
Autumn in my hometown is neither too hot nor too cold. Although the air is not as fresh as before and the leaves are beginning to wither, one thing is getting more and more mature-rice. When I walked out of the house and looked around, the first thing I saw was rice. There is so much rice.
Rice matures gradually in people's unconscious. Autumn in my hometown is golden yellow, and basically everything is yellow.
In autumn in my hometown, rice ripens and turns yellow. In autumn in my hometown, the grass withered and turned yellow.
In autumn in my hometown, the leaves on the trees gradually turn yellow and will soon wither. In the fields, dirt roads and roadsides, whatever green plants are basically going to wither.
Especially the grass, is waiting for the arrival of spring, adding a touch of green to the world. Autumn in my hometown is a harvest season. There are big peaches on peach trees, big pears on pear trees, huge oranges on orange trees, mature rice in the fields, and many edible fruits are ripe.
The wind is so soft, the water is so smooth, the sky is so blue and people are so active. Autumn in my hometown is like this, comparable to spring.
Autumn in my hometown is much warmer than winter in my hometown, and autumn in my hometown is cooler than summer. Ah, how gentle you are in autumn in your hometown! Autumn in my hometown is also the autumn in my hometown when I was a child. It's always blue and charming. Occasionally, the clouds are changing all kinds of graphics, leaving you endless reverie.
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.
7. Poetry expressing autumn harvest is in the countryside.
A season of longing
Mature in this field
The harvester is busy back and forth.
Goods are clearly marked
Sixty yuan an acre
The field after cutting rice.
Busy, too
Whole grain
Meile
Use hemp rope.
One pocket after another.
Be up to one's ears
An old man.
Take off your clothes.
Get a bumper harvest
grit/clench/set one's teeth
Struggle, shoulder
The curvature of the spine
There are half as many people.
Trapped at your own feet
Muddy rice fields
Stumbling, staggering.
Joint weakness
brick by brick
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The crowded forehead looks like a ditch.
What do you think? It's like
Layered wound
Qin Yu's Spring Plowing and Autumn Harvest
A flying butterfly
Began the prelude of spring
My heart is an acre of land.
I use "hard work" as a seed.
Use "ink" as fertilizer
Sweat irrigation
My hands are around the clock.
Pruning, weeding and catching insects
Autumn, harvest.
I packed the heavy fruit home.
Dedicated to mom.
Mother's mouth smiled into a flower.
"Autumn Harvest" Author: pleasant wind
The sun sets on the mountain ridge, and the farmers are still busy.
I will spare no effort to harvest, with a happy face.
"Autumn Harvest" Author: pleasant wind
It's sunny in autumn, and the fields are really lively.
The late rice has been sickle, and the assembly number has sounded.
Zheng Heiya's Autumn Harvest
( 1)
The wind blows rice over the sea, and farmers are busy in all kinds of fields.
Sparrows are not angry because the harvest is good.
(2)
Lang Jun picks golden fruit, and Xiancha Garden picks autumn fragrance.
Smile, and bear mandarin ducks after the autumn harvest.
"Autumn Harvest" Author: Lonely lamp sorrow
early morning
Dawn sunshine
dewdrop
Fold on the tip of the grass
Cuckoo is louder than cuckoo.
Broad vision
Tianyeli
Busy figure
Another harvest season
The back of a human or other vertebrate.
Bend like a moon bow
anxious
Slip of line
On the cob in Huang Cancan.
But it reflects people's smiles.
A moment of bright lights
In the field of grain drying
Still rippling with laughter
That kind of fatigue, that kind of fatigue
Has long since disappeared into the night.
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8. Poems describing the autumn harvest
1, Tian Chongxiang array passes through Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden armor.
2, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves.
3, Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest, listening to the sound of frogs.
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, the night rain red durian demolition, the new autumn green taro fat.
7. I like watching thousands of waves in rice fields and heroes dying everywhere. The morning dew was shaken off.
8, Shinjuku fisherman is still average, swallows fly in the clear autumn.
9. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
10, dark green with a little red, () there is no need for more touching spring scenery.
1 1, autumn sound of thousands of bamboo trees, cool color of Wuling pine.
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 light rain has passed, the lotus has turned over, and the pomegranate is in full bloom.
16, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same.
17, the moonlight in autumn is better than the night in spring, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely.
9. Poetic observation of mowing in autumn harvest
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.
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.