Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Summer comes out in the northeast, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street. Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it?
God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command. There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust.
Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt. Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai.
Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal. I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here.
You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious. At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children.
The drought blamed itself and killed seven counties.
Year: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen
I have heard the heart of God, and my life is clear and kind. If I am guilty, I won't be hurt by Hu.
Hu Wei is a dry state, which harms thousands of miles. A drought is tolerable, but its drought has become frequent.
Snow is discontented, and frost and rain do not fall in spring. Under the imperial decree, wheat and barley were halved.
Half rent is not thin, but it is still trying to be tough. I try my best not to be afraid. I am ashamed of my son's kindness.
Many women worship their aunts and talk to their grandchildren. It is enough for me that corn grows day and night.
And fill in the millet tax to reward neighbors. Without public and private responsibilities, drinking water is not poverty.
Before the words were finished, the drought revived. It doesn't rain in June, and autumn is ten days.
If you are ignorant, you must always pray. It's getting dark, and then worship the mud scales.
Think it over when you come back, I want to tell you. Far from heaven, it's not like a personal relationship.
There is nothing wrong with going over and over again. There is no reason to disturb the food.
Rolling conveyor, I'm afraid to make neither fish nor fowl. Nothing is unfair if you carry a pawn in the distance.
There is no barley this year, thanks to Zhu Yubin. There is nothing complicated about village officials and officials.
The operator was in a hurry to make a payment, and the duty officer was angry with the wine. Seek punishment and punishment, and wander around without anything.
Born in a small family, I grew up in a small family and never lived in a county town. Don't hate, don't smell anything.
Strong and rich, wine and meat, poor and unpaid. All cases are self-inflicted, and nothing is a disaster.
Officials are divided into urban households, and land and water are superimposed. You can't say anything until you get what you deserve.
In this case, encore is particularly pale. By revealing the constitution, you will be protected from ghosts and gods.
Self-care is stubborn and stagnant, and sitting on the ground causes disaster. Shame on the court, shame on the people.
Is there no god to kill you, and you are still suffering for me? * * * kind words, comfort this song.
2. Poems describing the sigh of drought in summer-Du Fu leaves the northeast in summer, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street.
Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it? God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command.
There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust. Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt.
Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai. Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal.
I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here. You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious.
At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children. Yuan Zhen: "The drought is self-inflicted, leading to the slaughter of seven counties." I heard the heart of God, and my life is clear and kind.
If I am guilty, I won't be hurt by Hu. Hu Wei is a dry state, which harms thousands of miles.
A drought is tolerable, but its drought has become frequent. Snow is discontented, and frost and rain do not fall in spring.
Under the imperial decree, wheat and barley were halved. Half rent is not thin, but it is still trying to be tough.
I try my best not to be afraid. I am ashamed of my son's kindness. Many women worship their aunts and talk to their grandchildren.
It is enough for me that corn grows day and night. And fill in the millet tax to reward neighbors.
Without public and private responsibilities, drinking water is not poverty. Before the words were finished, the drought revived.
It doesn't rain in June, and autumn is ten days. If you are ignorant, you must always pray.
It's getting dark, and then worship the mud scales. Think it over when you come back, I want to tell you.
Far from heaven, it's not like a personal relationship. There is nothing wrong with going over and over again.
There is no reason to disturb the food. Rolling conveyor, I'm afraid to make neither fish nor fowl.
Nothing is unfair if you carry a pawn in the distance. There is no barley this year, thanks to Zhu Yubin.
There is nothing complicated about village officials and officials. The operator was in a hurry to make a payment, and the duty officer was angry with the wine.
Seek punishment and punishment, and wander around without anything. Born in a small family, I grew up in a small family and never lived in a county town.
Don't hate, don't smell anything. Strong and rich, wine and meat, poor and unpaid.
All cases are self-inflicted, and nothing is a disaster. Officials are divided into urban households, and land and water are superimposed.
You can't say anything until you get what you deserve. In this case, encore is particularly pale.
By revealing the constitution, you will be protected from ghosts and gods. Self-care is stubborn and stagnant, and sitting on the ground causes disaster.
Shame on the court, shame on the people. Is there no god to kill you, and you are still suffering for me?
* * * kind words, comfort this song. The red sun in Water Margin is burning like fire, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
3. What are the poems describing drought? 1. Water Margin Red Sun
The scorching sun scorched the wild rice in Tian He by half.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
Second, "weeding"
Qingyulong (original)
It's hard to mow the grass in the afternoon, and people are sweating.
It's a pity that heaven regrets, poor raindrop flexion index.
I hope there will be a bumper harvest this year. How about praying to God and worshiping Buddha?
Knowing that heaven and earth are unreliable, self-reliance seeks happiness.
Third, the moonlight by the river.
Don Zhang Xu Ruo
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Fourth, summer sigh.
Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Summer comes out in the northeast, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street.
Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it?
God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command.
There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust.
Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt.
Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai.
Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal.
I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here.
You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious.
At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children.
Five, "see the wheat cutting"
(Don 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.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.
There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her 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 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.
Drought:
1. Drought refers to a climatic phenomenon that the total amount of fresh water is not enough to meet people's survival and economic development, and it is generally a long-term phenomenon. Drought has always been the main natural disaster facing mankind. Even in today's advanced science and technology, its disastrous consequences still abound. It is worth noting that with the economic development and population expansion, the shortage of water resources is becoming more and more serious, which directly leads to the expansion of drought area and the aggravation of drought. The drought trend has become a global concern.
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It's nothing. Yuanqu in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Beijing: Beijing United Publishing Company, 2065438+June 2005.
4. Poetry about Drought, Talk about Water-Feel the Drought in Southwest China.
Have you ever lingered in the dream of Jiangnan water town?
There lies your elegant feelings and lingering dreams;
Imagine the scenery under the southwest blue sky. Are you full of expectations?
There are magnificent rivers and mountains of the motherland that combine rigidity with softness.
Boating in Fuxian Lake, chanting "Clouds and Thousand Peaks Make Smoke";
Stroll through Jiuzhaigou and enjoy a "carefree fairy tale world"
Stroll through Shangri-La, a fairyland on earth.
I wonder when those beautiful scenes will reappear.
I still remember the Huangguoshu Waterfall.
How can you forget the charming and colorful scenery of Guilin?
Now, we look at the south-southwest of our motherland.
The mountains and rivers there can no longer find the old smile.
Looking at the faded scenery again
The cheerful mood has long been stranded.
What impressed me was the eager eyes of the children.
How can I find this lost paradise?
The charming land fell into a nightmare.
The rippling blue waves of the past have also disappeared before our eyes.
How I wish I could become an inexhaustible fountain,
Has been nourishing your riddled heart.
Singing brook, where are you hiding and refusing to meet us?
Dry land, will you feel lonely without flowers?
Don't be afraid, you still have many friends to fight with you.
Drought is merciless, but our love for you has never diminished.
You say that spring has come, but you don't feel warm.
I will send you sweet spring water to delay your life.
You said you were waiting for the rain to smooth your wrinkled face.
As long as we have faith, the rainy season will not be far away.
How can we make up for our debt to the earth?
Endless greed destroyed our beautiful home.
How can withered flowers in the arid desert sleep peacefully?
Wake up, those ignorant humans have given the earth the dignity it deserves!
Let's engrave the oath of protecting the environment in our hearts.
Bury the pain of the past with our actions and wisdom.
Offer our love and gratitude, and return the thought of drinking water.
Let's look for the clear and high blue sky together!
Our company was also attended by six people at that time. The first three paragraphs are read by girls and the last two paragraphs are read by boys. The fourth and fifth paragraphs are reversed. In the sixth paragraph, girls read the first two sentences and boys read the last two sentences. Considering the emotion of poetry. The seventh paragraph is: female 1, female 2, female 3 and male. The eighth paragraph is the same as the seventh paragraph. The last paragraph is: male 1, male 2, male 3, and the last sentence is read by men and women. I divided it myself. You can change it yourself. I hope you can use it.
5. What are the poems describing drought? 1. The water margin is scorching, and the wild rice in Tian He is half withered.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it. Second, "Wo He" Qing Yulong (original) Wo He worked hard for a day at noon, and the sweaty people were fine.
It's a pity that heaven regrets, poor raindrop flexion index. I hope there will be a bumper harvest this year. How about praying to God and worshiping Buddha?
Knowing that heaven and earth are unreliable, self-reliance seeks happiness. Three, spring Zhang Tang Xu Re tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Four, summer sigh Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) summer out of the Northeast, Zhong You.
Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it? God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command.
There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust. Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt.
Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai. Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal.
I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here. You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious.
At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children. 5. "Watching Wheat" (Tang Juyi) Tianjia has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer. There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her 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 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of 20. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Drought: 1. Drought refers to a climatic phenomenon that the total amount of fresh water is not enough to meet people's survival and economic development, and it is generally a long-term phenomenon. Drought has always been the main natural disaster facing mankind. Even in today's advanced science and technology, its disastrous consequences still abound.
It is worth noting that with the economic development and population expansion, the shortage of water resources is becoming more and more serious, which directly leads to the expansion of drought area and the aggravation of drought. The drought trend has become a global concern. No reference. Yuanqu in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Beijing: Beijing United Publishing Company, 2065438+June 2005.
6. Give a poem about drought. Autumn gallops on the northeast plain, like swimming in a green ocean. This is a fragrant smell. It is a kind of hard-working fragrance. Every crop is pregnant with rich fruits, fulfilling the sacred mission entrusted by farmers. Now a rare drought has swept through the green ocean in Northeast China and lost its vitality. The sun is still teasing crops, crops and leaves, but it is anxious about missing relatives. Raindrops are distributed by the government. When the aid money was distributed, the farmers were fighting day and night in the fields, just to save a drop of water in the sea. The fate of most crops is a bolt from the blue. For farmers, Wang Laohan's old habit is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. Hundreds of acres of peanuts will disappear at the end of winter. The money for a wife is gone. Who can untie the melancholy smoke ring that Erwa left in the field day and night? The debt has not been paid. Where to plant fertilizer in the coming year and beg for sweat drop by drop? Sanliu's daughter-in-law feeds her husband and touches the crops in the scorching sun, just like touching her own children. She couldn't help crying: What about her son's tuition? The times have progressed and technology has developed. City dwellers are sitting in cool and comfortable offices, playing with pens, drinking afternoon tea and thinking about the year-end bonus, while farmers are facing the loess and wearing stars. Dai Yue can't get rid of the fate of relying on the weather no matter how hard she tries. Maybe human beings have done something wrong to the earth. Only in this way can we punish the author's heart: my hometown is in the northeast, and now the northeast is suffering from a rare drought. I pray that the people in my hometown can tide over the difficulties as soon as possible and that my hometown will have a good harvest in the coming year.