1. Looking for poems about "beans"
Seven-step poem by Cao Zhi
Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the bean to make juice.
The bean is burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so why rush each other?
Red Beans Wang Wei
Red beans are native to the South, and they sprout a few branches in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Bean Porridge Su Shi
You don’t see the broken axle of the carriage in the Hutuo River, and Gongsun serves the bean porridge in a hurry.
The wet firewood broke the stove and burned his clothes, and Uncle Liu Wen was relieved from hunger and cold.
The golden valley is no longer covered with ice, grass and trees are springing up, and all the beauties are cooking under the tent.
Ping Gongdou Porridge did not teach the Dharma, but complained to Shi Jilun.
Before the war is over, the body is like a piece of mail, the sounds and colors are intertwined, and the heart is already drunk.
You don’t know yourself when your body and mind are upside down, but you also know that there is real flavor in the world.
How can it be like thousands of hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, with thatched eaves haunted by morning smoke.
The earthenware is as bright as jade, and the beans cooked in the sand vase are as soft as crisp.
I have always been homeless, selling books and asking for a place to stay.
I lay down and listened to the crow of the cock while the porridge was cooking.
After passing through Tangyin City, I got peas and barley porridge to show to my third son, Su Shi.
The fields in Shuoye were bare, and the riverside was covered with yellow dust.
Qiu Lin is dark with bean paint, and summer is dry with wheat.
Sing morning porridge when traveling against the road, and get treasures when traveling against blisters.
The green class shines with daggers and chopsticks, and the gums ring crisply.
A jade meal will thank the old officials, and a feng meal will drive away the ministers.
How suitable is it to be drifting away? The majesty is in this body.
If you try to persuade them to provide extra meals, you are really not letting down the officials and the people.
How to be a guest from thousands of miles away, returning home three years ago.
Reply to Li Rendao for sharing the bean porridge Huang Tingjian
Bean porridge can drive away the late miasma and cold, and it has the same taste as the public and the same meal.
I know that there is a cauldron in the sky for raising virtuous people, and I can cook it in the mountains.
Qingpingle. Village Dwelling Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops.
The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
Born Cha Zi Niu Xiji
The crescent moon is as curved as an eyebrow, but there is no reunion. Hong Dou couldn't bear to look at it, her eyes were filled with tears of lovesickness.
Chopping peach flesh all day long, Ren'er is in my heart. Two wallflowers will get married sooner or later.
Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong
As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red.
After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans.
They raise their slender hands under the trees.
Magnolia/Jade House Spring Mo Jiang
There is no limit to the indulgence you can have in front of you. Not half of the southern branches are exposed to the wind.
Dongjun has never taught me anything, and he doesn’t care about it even now.
Stop playing in the third lane of the high-rise building. It was shocking and heartbreaking.
Don’t look down upon the apricot blossoms after they bloom. Take a closer look when the peas are green.
Yong Yu Le Jiang Kui
My husband and I have been together for a long time, and there is nothing like this in the world. If you don't learn from Yang Lang, you will grow beans in Nanshan and earn a small profit from the eleventh levy. The clouds are rising straight up to the sky, and all the princes are working as bitter plums on the roadside. Five thousand words, he will be used when he is old, and he will teach the creatures how to play. Dong Gang remembered that it was hard to tell how long it would take to come to Xu Yu together. Liu Lao is sad about Huan, and Song Gao is facing Ruan. Not done as a neighbor. Under the long stems and white pavilions, in the brothel's red pavilion, I often dream of locust ants. But it's not as good as filling up the pottage, and I'm not drunk yet.
Bailu Shi Hao
The weather is cold, the morning wind is strong, and the fragrance is frequent. With a generous spirit, who would envy her where she lives? The exploration of spring in the south of the Yangtze River is unique. I hate being without a partner. Whisper. Who cares, the power of snow and frost hide jealousy. It is also difficult to write poems in the East Pavilion of Shaoling. The imitation jade is slender and soft, and it is peaceful. Cherish taking. The railings are all over the place, the moon is pale at dusk, and the waterside is clear and shallow, not stained by the red dust. It's like a famous painter's painting, but it's all about painting. If you don't follow the beautiful flowers, your beauty will be fleeting and wandering without any basis. I'm just afraid that Jinmen and Baoding Fangtiao will come and look at me from time to time. Then he threw the branches and beans toward the sky.
Poetry on Red Beans by Wang Guowei
The deep autumn in the South has nothing to do, so I hold the red beans and rub them.
Lei Lei is a heartless thing, who gives him the leisure and sorrow. 2. Sentences describing peas
This cluster of pea flowers seems to have grown taller, and the flower vines are still coiled around the calyx at the edge of the low eaves.
That year, when the sun shone down, my mother and I walked in the pea field. The pea flowers were like flying butterflies, bringing us a country sky. My mother said that pea flowers are not roses, but the petals of grain, and the plump grains represent the rich life in the countryside.
The patch of pea flowers growing alone in the corner is not lush, but the white flowers are blooming very conspicuously, and the flower vines wrap around the calyx, intertwining vertically and horizontally. Describe peas.
The small white petals are thick, and it is the few crystal clear dewdrops that inevitably leave a deep impression on people.
Under the sunshine, it spreads the fragrance of the flowers vividly, vaguely revealing a beauty and clean soul that cannot be expressed in words... I was still recalling the last question, and I was surprised to find that the cluster of pea flowers had already bloomed. Turned into fresh peas.
An idea suddenly came to my mind. "Pea flowers can be turned into peas for people to eat. The reason why they bloom so beautifully is to better dedicate themselves...". 3. Urgently write a short poem about peas
After passing through Tangyin City, I got peas and barley porridge to show to my third son (Su Shi).
Qiu Lin is dark with bean paint, and summer is dry with wheat.
Sing morning porridge when traveling against the road, and get treasures when traveling against blisters.
The green class shines with daggers and chopsticks, and the gums ring crisply.
A jade meal will thank the old officials, and a feng meal will drive away the ministers.
How suitable is it to be drifting away? The majesty is in this body.
If you try to persuade them to provide extra meals, you are really not letting down the officials and the people.
How to be a guest from thousands of miles away, returning home three years ago.
Guu Society (Wang Zhe) Guu Society, this Guu food is a hit. Let’s say that after the peas came out, they were better than the wheat. Then, the five colors. Green, red, yellow, black and even white. It’s also the same as the five square grid. Steam, stir-fry, boil and eat raw. Steamed, stir-fried and boiled 4. Sentences to describe peas
The peas fell to the ground gently in panic, and they watched in great horror as their dear mother gradually disappeared into the darkness.
This cluster of peas fell to the ground gently. The pea flowers seem to have grown taller, and the flower vines are still coiled around the calyx at the edge of the low eaves.
That year, when the sun shone down, my mother and I walked in the pea field. The pea flowers were like flying butterflies, bringing us a country sky. My mother said that pea flowers are not roses, but the petals of grain, and the plump grains represent the rich life in the countryside.
The patch of pea flowers growing alone in the corner is not lush, but the white flowers are blooming very conspicuously, and the flower vines wrap around the calyx, intertwining vertically and horizontally. The small white petals are thick, and it is the few crystal clear dewdrops that inevitably leave a deep impression on people. Under the sunlight, it exudes the fragrance of flowers vividly, vaguely revealing a kind of beauty and clean soul that cannot be expressed in words...
I am still recalling the last question, and I am surprised. I found that the cluster of pea flowers had turned into fresh peas. An idea suddenly came to my mind. "Pea flowers can be turned into peas for people to eat. The reason why they bloom so beautifully is to better dedicate themselves..."
A happy little squirrel lay under the pea flowers and listened quietly. The sound of flowers blooming; a corn plant stands on tiptoes, looking at its mother kneeling down to carefully catch bugs on the pea leaves, or scratching the pea flowers, as if treating children, caressing or comforting; a group of ants who don't know the depth of the world are coming. Climbing up the ivy, waiting to remove the seeds set by the sun on the pea flowers; some fingers and eyes began to be dyed with the color of the sun, jumping, walking back and forth in the fields.
On the plains, yellow rapeseed flowers and purple-white pea flowers are inlaid in the rolling green barley land, like a beautiful picture. 5. Literary poems about pea flowers
Remember those pea flowers? Years later, they are no longer there. Your dear Lili left with the dream of pea flowers and chose another kind of happiness that we all long for. She was happy, you saw it. without? That day I really saw the happiest smile in her life, but this smile filled with happiness no longer belongs to you.
What do your vows mean to her? It just hurts. Now we won't be together, let alone see each other, right? But I still see you standing at that familiar alley, seemingly still waiting and longing.
When I opened the diary, I was suddenly surprised to find that the pea flower sandwiched on the tenth page a long time ago was so beautiful in its pressed shape, but it was already yellowing.
More than ten years have passed, and those days of humming songs and going to school together while carrying small schoolbags have become a thing of the past.
You will not redeem the promise of more than ten years. Maybe you can hold someone else’s hand and walk through this long life, but do you know that for her, you give her more than just It is a kind of care, and it is also a kind of young and ignorant love.
I took that dream through time to today more than ten years later. The pea flower passed away, and its replacement became another kind of rose that every girl longs for.
It is very dazzling and eye-catching, but I seem to be particularly afraid of this rose with thorns, afraid that I will be hurt if I touch it. I began to miss those insignificant little pea flowers, the pale yellow petals, the small needle-like leaves, and the platycodon like marshmallow threads, which gave me too many romantic fantasies.
I just think about it, if there were not so many ups and downs, and there were not so many worries, would the story of Pea Blossoms still continue? I'm groping for the final answer. In midsummer, life is like garbage.
The air is filled with a foul smell. Maybe we don’t even remember where our daily necessities are thrown. How many are there? My favorite hairpin, numerous broken hoods, rubber bands, and so much more.
Those cute stickers that looked silly, those wallpapers that were very popular at that time, and those Sailor Moon.
Those paper cranes, stars, and hearts that you folded by yourself, those beautiful paper-cuts that you cut by yourself, and those lyrics that you wrote by yourself.
All of this will disappear soon, too much reluctance, too much love stored here, too many memories will pass away. I really don’t know if I will lose myself in the end.
If I forget myself, if I am no longer the same me, if all this is just an illusion, if all this is just a dream. Then I won't be so sad, heartbroken, or reluctant to give up.
Right? (Article Reading Network: ) As I grow up, my mind gradually matures. I have lost too much and experienced too much, and my life has changed. Now, I am beginning to be afraid of my peaceful mood. When I truly become a bystander to the whole world, I begin to hear nothing about myself and gradually disappear.
What should I do? What did I get in exchange? Time taught me to link stories one by one, but it didn’t tell me how to terminate its continuation. I began to learn to listen to soothing songs, I learned how to truly smile, I learned to look at the sky quietly and no longer feel sad.
I began to learn to accept the reality silently and stopped struggling needlessly. These are what time has taught me.
Also, how to accept, how to cherish, how to let go. The most important thing it taught me is, don’t force it.
Looking around at all this, I still accept the reality calmly. Let yourself feel heartbroken again, let yourself cry again.
I hope to continue to move forward with the dream of pea flowers, and keep going. Now, we are no longer walking in the direction of each other, but back to back, and will never meet. From thousands of miles to tens of thousands of miles, this is not just a distance in terms of distance, but a distance in the heart.
There is no greater sorrow than heartbreak. Since it is doomed, just smile and let everything go. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road stretched to both ends.
Those who meet again should not meet again. Those who meet should cherish each other and never say goodbye again. 6. A poem about missing someone on a rainy day. I hope the sentence contains the word "pea"
Poetry:
The sound of rain is full of thoughts, and every drop of love is in my heart.
The pea pods are round in shape and have a hazy fragrance.
Expansion:
1. Pea:
Annual climbing herb, 0.5-2 meters high. The flowering period is from June to July and the fruiting period is from July to September. The whole plant is green, smooth and hairless, covered with pink frost. The leaves have 4-6 leaflets, and the stipules are larger than the leaflets, leaf-shaped, heart-shaped, and have fine teeth on the lower edge. The leaflets are oval; the flowers are solitary or arranged in several racemes in the leaf axils; the calyx is bell-shaped, with 5 deep lobes, and the lobes are lanceolate; the corolla has various colors and varies with the variety.
2. Acacia Verses:
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si·Four".
Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout a few branches in spring. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness".
The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nan Ge Zi".