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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.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Step 2 take notes
(1) cut (y): cut. The title bet is "At that time, I was the county magistrate".
⑵ Cover (fu) long (lǒng) yellow: cover the ridge when the wheat is yellow. Cover: cover. Dragon: the same as "ridge", here refers to the ridge where crops are planted in farmland, and here refers to wheat fields in general.
⑶ Auntie: Daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, generally referring to women here. Lotus: Rice in a bamboo basket. H: shoulders, shoulders. Eat: bamboo basket rice.
(4) Childishness (zhi): children carry soup and water jiāng the pot. Slurry: a slightly sour drink in ancient times, sometimes referring to rice wine or soup.
5. Pay (m \u ng) Tian: Send meals to people who work in the fields.
[6] Ding Zhuang: A young man. Nangang (gāng): Place name.
(7) Steaming the summer heat rusts the back, scorching the sky: the feet are smoked by the hot air on the ground, and the back is roasted by the scorching sun.
(8) Dan: Only. Cherish: hope.
(9) refers to farmers who are working. Side: Same as "side".
⑽ Bing (bǐng) Sui Zuo: Holding the ear of wheat picked from the ground. Bing, take it. Get lost, get lost
⑾ hanging: carrying it. Our (b √) basket: broken basket.
⑿ Care for each other: Look at each other and tell each other. C: Look, look.
[13] Audience: Bai Juyi refers to himself. Wèi: Sadness (omitting "ambition").
[14] Shu √: House rental tax. Lose, pass, extend to give, give.
3. Translation
Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. The men who collect wheat are all in Nangang. Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun. Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer. I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket on her left arm. Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her. Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger. What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture. Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year. I feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.
4. Brief analysis
Looking at Mai Niang is an early work of Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem describes the busy farming scene in the wheat harvest season, criticizes the exorbitant taxes and levies that caused people's poverty, and feels deeply guilty that the poet himself can have plenty of food and clothing without virtue labor, showing the humanitarian spirit of a feudal official with conscience. In writing techniques, the poet combines panoramic description with the description of specific characters, making the whole poem an organic whole.
2. The poem describing wheat Guan Mo Mai (Tang) Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, 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,
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
Have you ever seen a sickle in the sentence describing wheat? Do you know what a sickle looks like? What is the sickle for? Have you ever harvested wheat? I have seen a sickle. Like seven in Arabic numerals. One is made of a blade and the other is made of a stick. Sickle is used to harvest wheat. I harvested the wheat.
On Saturday afternoon, we went to the suburbs to see wheat. When we arrived in the suburbs, we saw that the neat drill wheat was ripe, like a golden belt. When we walked into the wheat field, we clearly saw that the mature ears of wheat were covered with grains, which were bulging and seemed to burst. At this moment, I saw an aunt harvesting wheat with a sickle in her hand. I went over and asked her to teach me how to cut wheat. I bent down and grabbed the upper part of a handful of wheat with my left hand. Put it in the lower half of the wheat, the blade of the sickle cut hard at the left rear of my body, and I cut off a handful of wheat. I grabbed a handful, cut it once, and then cut it a lot, which made my back ache.
I finally learned to cut wheat.
4. Sentences describing spring wheat 1 Spring, endless wheat fields, green, refreshing, vivid, smiling, breezy and fragrant. ...
A breeze blew, and golden wheat waves were set off in the terraced fields, which were more spectacular than the waves of the sea.
The wheat seedlings that are turning green, fluffy and green are carrying crystal dew in the morning glow.
The wheat awn stands upright, just like a broom. Wheat is full and bigger than good apple seeds.
No matter which direction you look, the spring wheat between heaven and earth is not high, but no one bends down straight. They took me. I hold you like a flexible screen. It comfortably affects the spring breeze; It is like a magic carpet, covered with boundless white clouds, all the way to the top of Xia Hong.
Spring is here, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and there are vibrant scenery everywhere. Green wheat seedlings are growing happily in the wheat field. After the breeze, the blue waves are picturesque.
5. Articles describing the flowering of wheat.
I have seen many beautiful flowers.
Roses are romantic, peonies are rich and orchids are fragrant. Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone, Zhou Dunyi prefers lotus flowers, but Gong Zizhen loves plum therapy.
Flowers are blooming, for what? I often think so.
After these precious flowers bloom, except for the bitterness of lotus seeds, most of them are like famous models coming from downtown, just a flash in the pan.
When it comes to epiphyllum, people always think that its flowering period is the shortest. In fact, there is another plant whose flowering period is shorter than that of epiphyllum. It is the wheat that we are familiar with.
When wheat blooms, farmers call it flowering. Although the flowers of wheat are bisexual, the spread of pollen depends on wind.
My hometown has more than 5 acres. Every autumn sowing, my mother always asks me what to plant today. I will say without hesitation that all wheat will grow. The direct reason is high yield and easy harvesting, and the indirect reason is that I like wheat flowering.
After sowing the wheat, we became the catcher in the wheat field. There is an indescribable spiritual satisfaction from "the grass looks close but there is nothing" to "I like watching the waves of wheat bran"
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, it is the season of wheat flowering. After paying homage to my ancestors, I will stand on the wheat border and listen to the flowers bloom. Are the flowers blooming well? No. Are flowers invisible? Of course there is. But there is no beauty over the shoulder. She is only a moment, just ten minutes, pale and slim, and she will not shoot shyly. It is this short moment that feeds 6 billion people on the earth.
Speaking of the color of flowers, it has been said before that only white flowers can give off fragrant fragrance. I basically agree. Because I have smelled many beautiful flowers, but I have never felt the refreshing fragrance of red and purple flowers. Flower shop owners are most familiar with this. This Valentine's Day, I also had a romantic time. I bought two bright red roses to cheer up my wife and daughter. The florist wrapped it up and sprayed perfume on the flowers. My boss told me that roses themselves don't smell good, which I found very strange. It suddenly dawned on me that perfume is to add romance. But wives and daughters are different. I sprayed the red roses for my wife, but not for my daughter. When they took it home, both women were very happy. But not long after, this little secret was discovered by her daughter. He shouted that his father was partial and grabbed the red rose with perfume in his hand. I don't know whether the girl has a keen sense of smell or the little guy is very smart. Anyway, dad's little trick added joy to the festival!
I am the source of happiness. But every mother's day, I didn't send happiness to my mother. My mother is a farmer, so she must blame Hua Qian for sending carnations. I only go home to see her and talk with her every Sunday, which is her greatest happiness. Mother's Day is coming, and I really want to give her the most precious gift. Send what? My mother is a farmer, so I'd better send her wheat flowers all over the place!
Of course she didn't know that there was a love story of Plato in this wheat field.
The ear of wheat is the fruit of wheat flowering. Maihua is humble, but it is the most beautiful in my heart!
6. Wheat Harvest Poetry: (Tang) Bai Juyi's family is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May. As night falls, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law was hungry, and the baby went to the fields with her. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. In summer, she was steaming hot, her back was scalded by the sun, and she was exhausted, but she regretted the long summer. Pick this up to satisfy your hunger. I didn't do anything for agriculture today. I collected 300 stones from farmers, and I still have surplus grain at the age of 30. I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day. Among them, the sentence describing the mature harvest of wheat is "When the south wind comes at night, the wheat turns yellow." 1, and the wheat is yellow (Tang Bai Juyi's "Watching Wheat")