Poetry of autumn harvest

The poems of autumn harvest are as follows:

1. In the fragrance of rice, it is said that there is a good harvest, and you can listen to the sound of frogs.

from: Xin Qiji's Broken Array in the Southern Song Dynasty.

In the aroma of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if to say the harvest year.

2. The fragrance of the sky permeates Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.

from: Huang Chao's "The Last Fu Ju" in the Tang Dynasty.

The fragrance of blooming chrysanthemums permeates the whole Chang 'an, and chrysanthemums are as golden as armor everywhere.

3, rainy red durian fold, new autumn green taro fertilizer.

from: Tian Jia by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

In the rainy evening, the pomegranate blooms and splits, and the taro grows well in early autumn.

4. In May, the pomegranate blossoms are bright, and the flowers appear in the branches.

from: Liu Hua, written by Han Yu in Tang Dynasty.

The fiery durian flowers in May are particularly vivid, and the first fruits can always be seen between the branches and leaves.

5. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn.

from: Li Shen's Two Poems for Peasants in the Tang Dynasty.

As long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

6. The Tian family has less leisure time, and people are twice as busy in May. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow.

7. The stream descends and the white stone is exposed. The red leaves are falling, and there is not much left.

8. The phoenix tree has yellow autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll the frost at night. The jade pillow in the smoking cage has no face, and it is long to lie down and listen to the Nangong.

9. If you go to the wild goose, you will hear people say nothing. Who knows how to weave new snow? When I woke up drunk, the old pine tree was holding a and a half moon.

1. Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain blares and defeats the lotus. Pinghu is thirty miles away, and there are many passers-by in autumn.