Eight poems of mango, busy sowing, good harvest.

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, we entered June. As soon as we looked up, we ushered in the ear.

at this time, the plum blossoms are raining, the grass is light and smoky, mantis is growing among the grass, cicadas are singing on the branches, dragonflies are flying in the pond, the sky is low and the stars follow.

And the farmer's house has also ushered in the busiest time of the year. Wheat came on before and after the ear planting, and men, women and children were busy day and night. The arrival of the awn seed indicates that farmers have begun a busy pastoral life.

In such a harvest solar term, Shi Junjun selected 8 classic poems of mango for everyone, wishing everyone a busy and untiring harvest and sowing hope in the season of mango.

1

In the awning season, the north is golden, which is a good time for wheat harvest. The smell of wheat in the field makes people sigh: the harvest is really coming.

The Rain

Song Lu You

When it rains, rice seedlings are planted in all four fields.

every family has a beautiful wheat and rice, and the songs are long everywhere.

I become an idle farmer, and I always pay for the bamboo bed.

I love it when it rains.

the wood in the courtyard is full of strange sounds, and the vines are fragrant.

Warbler's clothes won't get wet, so advise me to hold them.

fortunately, there is nothing to do today, and the international sea is full of agriculture and mulberry;

the wild old man is never poor, and he strikes the soil to sing and worry about the Tang Dynasty.

The grain of wheat is full, and the growth is gratifying. Every handful of wheat is full of happiness, and all the sweat and tears are answered at this moment.

Although life has ups and downs, it is not so smooth sailing. Although you have paid tens of thousands of painstaking efforts and are uneasy, you don't know whether you can succeed.

but at this moment, please enjoy the fruits of your own victory.

2

Before and after the planting of the awn, the Tian family had little leisure time, and people were twice as busy in May. People are tired, busy, singing and happy, because from sowing to harvesting, from youth to maturity, it is a kind of watch and a kind of waiting. It is their years of sunrise and sunset all the year round, and every little bit of blood and sweat is the whole look of the day.

Twenty-one Ploughing Pictures, Pulling out Seedlings

Song Louyi

The new seedlings first came out of the water, and they were all green and covered.

early in the morning, the father and son compete for support.

it's green and full of grip, and then there's no mud at the comb root.

take advantage of the awn seeds in time to scatter things.

harvesting wheat is like putting out a fire. Longkou takes the grain. Some farmers and families, the whole family, old and young, keep harvesting and sowing day and night, racing against time.

Lin Qingxuan said, we only see the beauty of lotus, and lotus growers write poems on lotus leaves with their years and sweat.

watching mowing wheat

Tang Bai Juyi

Tian Jia has few free months, and people are twice as busy in May.

at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.

the mother-in-law pays for food, and the child carries the kettle pulp.

She goes with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

it's full of rustic heat, and my back is burning in the sun.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman again, holding her son by her side.

Her right hand holds the ear and her left arm hangs over the basket.

it's sad to hear what they care about.

I've lost all my taxes, so I'll take this to satisfy my hunger.

what merits do I have today? I never worked in agriculture and mulberry.

Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of one.

I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.

Starlight pays off those who rush, and time pays off those who help themselves. I believe that all the hard work will be rewarded, and all the efforts will bear fruit.

when the cultivation bears fruit, we will feel pride and happiness from it, and that kind of happiness is self-evident.

3

before and after awn planting, plant melon and beans. The busyness of this solar term is worthy of the name. At this time, summer will also turn into the most beautiful period of scenery.

Poem on Twenty-four Qi, May Festival of Mangzhong

Tang Yuan Zhen

Mangzhong looks at today, and Mantis should live in a festival.

the clouds are high and the shadows are high, and the birds are buzzing.

lotus flowers are blooming in the marsh, which is full of wind, summer and rain.

it's lucky to meet silkworm and wheat.

People divide the earth into ripples, and people plant flowers and grass, rice and wheat on the ripples. Every time the spring breeze blows, the earth becomes green waves, and people farm and live in the waves.

every time the sun shines, golden hope surges on the waves.

the most beautiful scenery is not far away, just in front of you. Seize every day of your life, and life will be wonderful enough.

4

Before and after the awn seed, the snow in spring is deserted, the summer fruit beads are separated, the rain is ripe, plum, yellow and green, and it is rainy and smoky in the south of the Yangtze River.

Looking at the Night in Beigu

Tang Dou Chang

After the mango seeds were planted in the water country, the plum days were cool and rainy.

the exposed silkworm blooms late, and the Jiang Yan bypasses the danger.

the toe of the mountain is solid in the north, and the tide is long in the west.

every year, people are killed.

The plum rain is fine and the breeze is faint. People leaning against the building want to get wet with clothes. Although they are wet and worried about the rain, they are covered with grass, covered with moss, green, fat, red and thin, just sleeping alone and getting ripe.

Ming Fan Fu

Jujube flowers are decadent, and a dog protects firewood.

no one can have leisure.

the frog pool is full of water, and fine grass grows between steps.

when the wheat is harvested, the wind and rain will blow over the mountains.

The elder son has not eaten early, sighing that farming is difficult.

it's your destiny to be noble, and you can't reach it.

the jujube blossoms fall and the plum blossoms turn green. In the fields, vegetable fields, transplanting rice seedlings and harvesting wheat, the fields are busy. Jiangnan water town, frogs pool full of water, fine grass between the steps.

Ili Chronicle Poems

Qing Hong Liangji

Only after the mango seeds have passed the snow, the grass outside the Ili River has begun to fertilize.

Ikoma can't walk steadily step by step, for fear that a snake will fly from its nose.

In Ili, which borders the south of the Yangtze River, after the awn seeds are planted, the snow still keeps growing, the grass just grows by the Ili River, and the newborn ponies can't walk steadily, and they are afraid that snakes will haunt them.

5

It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Rain brings vitality and life, but also brings hope.

The Guest

Song Zhao Shixiu

It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

If you don't come to midnight on an appointment, you will knock the chess pieces and drop them in snuff.

There is plenty of water and sunshine. Put rice seedlings on the ridge and wait for the next harvest in autumn. Hope has been planted in this way.

If you cook some green plums and prepare a pot of good wine, it's time to point the way, show your passion and "talk about heroes".

everything is growing, everything is fresh, and everything is beginning in a daze.

Lin Qingxuan said: Miscanthus, what a beautiful name. Rice bears Miscanthus, wheat ears are inherited by Miscanthus, sorghum waves are Miscanthus, and chrysanthemum blooms in the wild wind ... Sometimes I feel that a little bit of falling sunshine is also Miscanthus.

With a dream, we stick to our original heart. Today, this little seed is expectation, hope and the future that we should devote ourselves to.

Today, let's make a wish in our hearts and keep working hard for him. Maybe this wish will come true next autumn.

I believe that as long as hope does not die, all happiness will sprout and blossom.