Poetry about wanting to go home to farm 1. Where does the poem about going home to farm come from?
Five songs (the first song)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
The bird fell in love with the ancient forest.
Think back.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;
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Back eaves, peaches
In front of the hall
Far people's village, yiyi market smoke;
Dogs bark and chickens crow in deep alleys.
Top.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Five songs (Part II)
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes;
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *;
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide.
I'm always afraid of frost, and the same is true.
Five songs (the third song)
Planting beans is under the south mountain, and the grass is lush.
Sparse.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
Yizhan
But let it happen!
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (4)
After a long trip to Shanze, the waves are rough.
Entertainment.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.
Wandering among the mountains, Yiyi lives in the past;
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.
I would like to ask the wage earners: "What about this person?"
The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death".
It's true.
Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (5)
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.
Clear and shallow, meet my feet.
Filter out the new wine at home and cook chicken for the neighbors.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.
The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
2. Poems about agriculture
Nie Zhongyi of Chuhe River
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Be kind to farmers and Li Shen.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Transplant Song Feng magnum
Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.
Tao Yuanming, the third of Five Poems of Returning to Yuan Tian Ju
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
3. What are the poems about "farming"
Poems about "farming" are as follows
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Year: Song Author:
Peach and plum are near Miyagi, and it is rainy and dew.
Up to now, half of the cultivated land has been used as gardens.
2. "Go back to the garden in the third place"
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
3. "Show it to your son"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Hundreds of mulberry trees have been planted in the east of Sheshe, and Baibu Pond is still being built in the west of Sheshe. Early tea is harvested and late tea is produced, and wheat is barley yellow.
As soon as I'm finished, I can't hold my head up anymore.
Reading habits are not swept away, and the bamboo in front of the lamp is simple and yellow.
I am ecstatic that my son is ruling the chaos from the side.
You don't need to drink when you are drunk, but you can get a book. It sounds good.
Life is sick, and the unique book addiction is incurable.
I hope my son can plough enough food and clothing to study in thousands of books.
4. "Water tunes, gaunt new families and species"
Year: Song Author: Yu
Withered, native branches scattered with snow edges. Light makeup, no peach blossoms, low eyebrows. Lazy to the palace, willing to associate with the lonely mountain, according to Shui Ying. Don't blame the wind and frost, just blame me for being cold.
Thanks. Open the cold core and make it glow obliquely. Strong red and purple are the same, and bright sex is difficult to move. There are only good bamboo fences and thatched cottages, and if the jade hall is a treasure, the old man is afraid of ungrateful. Get drunk first after singing, and the waning moon sets deep.
5. "Partridges are lazy to learn from Qingmen to grow melons."
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Lazy to learn to grow melons. Only send fishing to the end of life.
Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk.
The singing is weak and dumb. Wine is like dew and flowers.
Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home.
4. What are the poems describing farming?
1. Tang Ding Xian Zhi presented Zhu Zhongshu
Ten years of farming and five lakes, ten years of waterlogging. Frequent annual oil well taxes are usually not enough,
Who will lose money this year? The benefits of selling from the east to the west are already very expensive.
And I'm standing still, who dares to do it? White Tiger Hall, Assistant Minister Wei Zi,
Going in and out to visit family. In the morning, I tend to paint with cypress beams, and during the day, I carve a rich official meal.
I will be kind to you, but I will be poor for many years.
2. Don Wang Wei's "Misfortune Poems"
Beique did not report the book, and Nanshan did not publish it when it was cultivated.
100 Committee caught off guard, but he couldn't stand in front of five Marquis.
Drink your wine in the river. Are you safe at home in Maoling?
Climbing the mountain with * * *, the water comes back, and the spring breeze in Mo Wen moves the willows.
I don't have to tell you how selfish people are now.
Help people and then brush clothes, be a man!
3. Don Richie's "The Wild Old Man Exposes His Back"
Centenarians don't farm, they only know how to spend the rest of their lives.
Sometimes lice scratch their heads and watch them fall asleep under the hedge.
4. Don Cen Can's "Send Hu Xiang to the Palace"
It's sad to see you as a teenager. But you can give gifts when you are tired. The mountain village belongs to farming.
Wildflowers meet short browns, and rivers and willows are whipped. Buy wine and chat with each other, and Qingmen will fall asleep drunk.
5. Huang Songting Zhang's "Ming Shu Hui Er Fu"
I have been discussing classics all my life, and I have always been austere and honest.
False deeds are meaningless, and you can buy mountains and clouds freely.
As a temple butcher, I dream of becoming a farmer.
If you want to identify with yourself and your dreams at the same time, it is still like a drum and a fork.
5. What poems describe "I am eager to go home"?
1, the thread at the foot of my bed is so bright, can it be frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his relatives on holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
3. The rest of the flutes fly silently and scatter into the spring breeze. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
4, withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
6. When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. (Li Shangyin: "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night")
7. The New Year will only deepen my desire and increase the lonely tears of an exile. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? (Liu Changqing: "New Year")
8. Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (Wei Yan Wen)
9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
10, they said, the geese flying south will return here this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white and there will be plum trees in my hometown. (Song Wenzhi: Inscribed on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain)
1 1, the bamboo slips of Nanshan are swaddling clothes, and its music was first introduced from Persia. It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me. The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep. Many people like to listen; But few people understand that traveling in the long wind. The withered old Bai Han strolls, where there are nine little phoenixes chirping at each other. It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn. Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying. The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers. On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine. (Li Jue: "Listening to An Wanshan's cymbals")
Go south, wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. (Meng Haoran: "I am pregnant in the early cold river")
13, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. (Wang Jian: Looking at the moon for fifteen nights)
14, accompanied by monkeys sobbing on the shadowy mountain, the river rushes in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. (Meng Haoran: "From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou")
15, the cold light of the hotel does not sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns to sadness. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (Gao Shi: Except Night Shift)
Near Huaizhen, I put away my sails and found a small bay to park. Strong winds set off waves on the river, and the sun sank into the darkness of the earth. The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there. Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? (Wei: Parked at dusk in the district)
17, it's ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
18, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
19, alone in the pub, I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house. (Du Mu: Accommodation)
20. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and bitter orange flowers shine on the wall. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Text: "Good Morning Walk")
2 1, getting farther and farther away from sanba road, I have walked three thousand miles, anxious and alert. On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants. That is drifting, the first day of the New Year, tomorrow morning! . (Cui Tu: "Except Night")
22. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
23. The wall of Hanyang stands in the clouds, which is another day of my voyage. Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc. My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. ("Lu Lun: Sleeping at Wuchang")
24. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
25, the winter solstice day is getting shorter and shorter, and the end of the world is frosty and snowy. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... (Du Fu: Pavilion Night)
26. A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him. (Wei Zhuang: Night Thoughts on the Terrace Tower)
27. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
Being anxious to go home is a feeling of homesickness.
6. What are the poems about farming?
Poems about farming are as follows: "Unfortunate Poems" Year: Tang Author: Wang Weibei Quexian wrote a book, which he didn't report when he was sleeping and didn't publish when he was farming in Nanshan.
100 Committee caught off guard, but he couldn't stand in front of five Marquis. Drink your wine in the river. Are you safe at home in Maoling? Climbing the mountain with * * *, the water comes back, and the spring breeze in Mo Wen moves the willows.
I don't have to tell you how selfish people are now. Help people and then brush clothes, be a man! Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Feng Menglong inserted the green seedlings in Noda and looked up at the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress. Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. "Wo He" in Nie Zhongyi, it was noon when hoeing, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? (772-846), Han nationality, from Qiaocheng District, Bozhou City, Anhui Province, from Wucheng County (Huzhou City, Zhejiang Province), is the great-grandson of Secretary Li.
When I was young, I studied at Huishan Temple in Wuxi, Runzhou (now Jiangsu). At the age of 27, he was admitted to middle school and became a teaching assistant.
He became close friends with Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi. The most brilliant part of his life is poetry. He is a participant in the new Yuefu movement, which has great influence in the history of literature.
7. Poems about going home
1, it's ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. Liu Zao in Tang Dynasty: Traveling to the North
It has been ten years since I left my hometown, and my returning heart misses my hometown Xianyang day and night.
2. I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang. Wang Wan, a Tang native at the bottom of Beibao Mountain.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.
3. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "Two Hometown Couplets, Part I" Tang Dynasty: He
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my sideburns has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?
4, this nocturne has the taste of breaking willows, and no one can afford to miss it. Spring Night in Los Angeles Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the music tonight, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
They said that the geese flying south came back this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain in the Tang Dynasty is engraved with the words: Song Wenzhi.
In October of the lunar calendar, geese begin to fly south. It is said that they all turned back when they flew to Dayuling. Birds don't get in, but my trip is not over. I really don't know when and when I will be forgiven.
8. Poems eager to go home
(1) You from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)
(2) Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")
(3) Under the mountain, the book will rest, winter will resume, and spring will resume. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
(5) People only have seven days in spring and leave home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"
(7) Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills the fir. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
(8) It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and the daily diary is Xianyang. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")