Poetry about beans 1. Ask for a poem about "beans"
Seven-step poem Cao Zhi
Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.
Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?
Hongdu Wang Wei
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Su Shi Pei dou Zhou
Don't you see that the traffic is busy and the shaft is broken, and Gongsun hastily carries bean porridge.
Wet salary breaks the stove and burns clothes, and hunger and cold help Liu.
I didn't see Jingu knocking on the ice grass and Chun Mu, and all the dishes under the account were very beautiful.
Pingdou porridge does not preach Buddhism, so it manages "Century Theory".
If the war is not over, I will get drunk.
I don't know my body and mind, but I know the world really smells.
Is it like a thousand hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, and the morning smoke is lonely on the eaves?
The ground is as smooth as jade, and the boiled beans in the sand bottle are soft and crisp.
Desperate, selling books and begging the boss to live.
I dragged my hair to your house while listening to chicken crowing and porridge cooking.
Tangyincheng pea and barley porridge shows the third son Su Shi.
The wild side of the crescent moon is bare, and the river is yellow and dusty.
Qiu Lin dark bean paint, summer drought Jian wheat people.
On the contrary, blisters are precious.
The green class crunched the gums according to chopsticks.
Jade food thanks the old official, and the wind meal will chase the minister.
What happened to drift? I only send this body.
There is nothing wrong with arguing about more food.
How to be a guest in Wan Li? I'm three years old.
Answer Li Ren's thanks and struggle. Huang Zhou listens to construction.
Bean porridge can drive away the cold at night and tastes better with the public.
I know that there is a tripod in heaven, and I look to the mountains to cook.
Qingpingle. Villager Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Niu Xiji, health inspector.
The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow and has no intention of reunion. Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.
Peach pulp is cracked all day long, and benevolence is in my heart. Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.
Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong
This road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, and the Polygonum hydropiper beside the water is purple and red, reflecting dark green brown leaves.
After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are collecting red beans.
At the bottom of the tree, you can raise your hand.
Magnolia/Yulouchun Mojiang River
What is the limit of your immediate desire? There is no half south branch outside the wind.
Dong Jun has never taught anything, and he doesn't care until now.
Don't blow tall buildings after three lanes. It's amazing. It hurts.
Don't be too tired after apricot blossoms, such as when the beans are green.
Yong Yu le Jiang kui
I have been with my husband for a long time. Don't grow beans like Yang Lang and Nanshan, and make a small profit. The clouds are straight up, and the princes are anxious, which is bitter plum on the roadside. Five thousand words, old age, willing to teach creation. Dong Gang remembers that when he came to Yu Xu together, it was difficult to calculate the time. Mr. Liu is sad and opposed to Ruan. Not as a neighborhood. Dragon dry white, brothel Zhu Ge, often dream of locust ants. But it's not that good, and it's full, and the old man is not drunk.
Bai Zhu Shi Hao
It's freezing, the breeze is blowing gently, and the fragrance is scattered frequently. The spirit is graceful and restrained, who envies living in a house. Explore the spring in Jiangnan. Hate no company. Whispering who cares, snow is frost and envy. And figure Shaoling East Pavilion bitter poetry. Being a jade is annoying. Cherish it. The fence is dry, the moon is bright and dusk, the water is shallow, and the red dust is not polluted. Just like the famous painter Dan Qing, he stopped using elements. Don't follow the flowers, strong plum and less light for a moment, drifting with self-love. I'm afraid Jinmen and Baoding will come here from time to time. He threw branches and beans into the air.
Wang Guowei, a red bean word
Autumn in the south can be helpless, holding red beans for a few strokes.
Burden is a heartless thing, who will pay for his leisure?
2. Poems about beans
The big boy hoes the beans and the little boy weaves the chicken coop —— Qing Ping Le Cun Ju by Qi Ji of Song Xin
Bitterness burns in the kettle, while beans weep in the kettle —— Seven Steps Poems by Han Cao
Boiling beans for soup and fermented beans for juice —— Seven Steps Poem by Han Cao
Planting bean grass at the foot of Nanshan Mountain is full of bean seedlings —— Return to the Garden by Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties (III)
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches-Acacia by Don Wang Wei.
The love of cardamom's ci is deep —— Song Jiangkui's Zhou Yang Man Huai Zuo Du Ming
For the bean, for the guest, for the guest —— Zi Chu, an anonymous novel in the pre-Qin period.
Or tired like a pot, or exposed like a bB bean-Tang Hanyu's Nanshan Poetry
With a pair of cardamom in hand, we are neighbors in the east —— Untitled by Don Hanwo.
The cardamom blossoms are incredible, and the dust is full of gold hairpin stocks —— Song Yu and Bao Guo's "Write a fragrant note without making a candle"
Beans have Chu, vegetables have nuclear lines-the first banquet of guests was unknown in the pre-Qin Dynasty.
Messing up My Peas and Dancing Repeatedly —— An Unknown Early Guest Banquet in Pre-Qin Period
3. What are the poems and songs about beans?
Acacia and red bean poems
Love sends kites, and the wind tells love.
The red bean tree is on its honeymoon, and acacia is broken into pieces.
(No cliffs)
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
(Don Wang Wei's "Acacia")
The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow and has no intention of reunion.
Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.
(Don Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea")
Envelope embroidered two phoenixes, jade carving double? Let's go
There are red beans stained with blue cream, and I look back every time I come back.
("Yu He" by Don Hanvo)
Butterflies are blooming and dancing, and partridges are singing on the grass.
When acacia is planted in front of the court, those who are lovelorn will not return.
(Don Wu Ruilong
Zhuzhici)
A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.
Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it?
(Tang Wen Ting Yun's "New Yang Liuzhi Ci")
Jiangtou learns to plant acacia, and the tree sends homesickness.
(Tang Wen Ting Yun's "Golden City Song")
Red beans peck parrot grains, and the old phoenix lives in Wu Bi.
(Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity)
Cherish red beans and make up jewels.
(Don Luyander, Children)
Red raindrops are among the red bean trees, and teachers can't live according to teachers.
(Tang Guanxiu)
Recalling the meeting between flowers in those years, I had to throw red beans with my hands.
(Don Ouyang Jiong, He Ming Dynasty)
Half makeup red beans, each acacia is thin.
(Huang Songting sword "Little Crimson Lips")
Red bean seeds from acacia mangroves are given to individuals.
(Guo "Jiangchengzi")
Looking at the red bean branches in the rain, I drop the blood of acacia for you.
(Song, Zhao, Return to the DPRK)
After several lovesickness, red beans were sold, and Bess was empty.
("Saint Shu Mei Cherry" by Wang Song Sunyi)
After blood and tears, I saw red beans, but I still missed them.
(Yuan Gaoming's "Carving the Emperor to Welcome Children")
Drinking and planting double red beans.
(Qi "Drunken Flowers")
Endless acacia blood and tears cast red beans
Spring never ends, and Liu Chunhua is full of paintings.
Sleepless screens after storms and dusk
Can't forget new worries and old troubles.
Jade grain can't swallow, it's all in my throat.
You can't see your eyebrows in the diamond mirror.
It's easier to leak when you become unknown.
Just like you can't cover the green hills.
Running water and green water are long.
(Cao Qingxue Qin's "Red Bean Ci")
Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice. Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.
Bean porridge can drive away the cold at night and tastes better with the public.
Keywords whelk, soybean, soybean, mung bean, red bean, potato, pea, cowpea, kidney bean,
4. What are the poems about soybeans?
1. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. -"Seven Steps Poetry" Cao Zhi
2. Wind, smoke, green water and green hills, hedgerow purple eggplant, and soybean home. -"Two Poems in Mountain Village" Yang Wanli
3. Soothe your hunger and ask when the bean leaves are yellow. -"Huanxisha Maye Layers of Ye Guang" Du Fu
4. What's the matter? ? Soft and hungry, I asked when the bean leaves turned yellow. -"Huanxisha" Su Shi
5. Vertically speaking, the dream of a brothel is good, but the affection is difficult. -"Yangzhou is slow to cherish the spring and Bing Shen Zhengri" Jiang Kui
6. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. -"Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming
7. You grow beans in Shannan, and it often rains. -Bai Juyi's Sixteen Poems of Xiao Style
8. Big ears fight west and east. Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop. -"Qingpingle Mao Yan Low" Xin Qiji
9. Pick poplars 3,000 miles away and plant beans and rice and hemp in the future. -Interpretation of the Fairy World in Sixty-five Poems of Luo Gong.
10. Thanks to Wu Yijun this year. I am also very satisfied with Mi Dou Soup. -"Ciluman did not dare to ask for slogans" Lu You
Description of soybean:
1. Next to the wheat field is the bean field. The bean leaves are yellow and the pods are half open. Some small beans looked out with wide eyes, and some jumped out of their mother's arms one by one.
2. Green bean sprouts, green leaves and pink petals try to spread out, much like the wings of a butterfly. No, even the veins on the wings are clearly discernible, and two purple petals carefully guard the stamens.
5. What are the poems about red beans?
1. The most famous poem describing red beans is Wang Wei's Acacia in the Tang Dynasty, which is almost known to women and children.
Miss each other
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Second, modern Wang Guowei wrote a series of red bean words, one * * * four.
one
Autumn in the south can be helpless, holding red beans for a few strokes.
Burden is a heartless thing, who will pay for his leisure?
two
Outside the door, I am clear about Guo Waizhou, and my life is helpless.
A bitter wish for the east wind makes stones everywhere.
three
Don't rush into the water and waves. Think about the fence.
If I teach you to break through the species in the south of the Yangtze River, I'm afraid there will be more spring.
four
Even if 10,000 circles try to be similar, you won't get tired of delusions if you are dark for a thousand times.
Stay under his new year's silver candle and carefully draw it to say acacia.
Third, the Tang Dynasty wrote two poems about red beans, namely:
Jiuquan baby
Ribbon fragrance or red beans. New tears, old gold thread, heartbroken.
Yang Liuzhi
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
Fourth, Yan of the Song Dynasty wrote two poems about red beans, namely:
she sings an old song
Who wears red beans and horns and is in the mood for a spring outing? On that day, the flowers were strangers and the apricot wall lasted for a long time.
Huanxisha
Hunan skirts are thin and socks are crooked. Green window red beans recall the past.
Five, the Qing dynasty NaLanXingDe and Wang Shizhen also wrote poems about red beans:
Huanxisha
Lotus leaks three and a half candles, apricot flowers and fish are wet and light, so it's boring to send red beans?
dirge
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Six, modern Qiu Jin wrote poems about red beans:
Cui loufen
Collect red beans and spread the sad spectrum "Li Sao". However, I am afraid of falling jade and Wei Gao.
Seven. others
Willow shawl, golden phoenix, hand gently twist red beans.
From: Fairy Year: Tang Author: Ning He
After a light rain, every household went to pick red beans, delicate hands and a pair of white jade under the tree.
From: Nanxiangzi Age: Tang Author: Ouyang Jiong
6. Red bean poems
When those red berries come in spring,
Wash your southern branches.
Give me a hug and go home,
As a symbol of our love.
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When those red berries come in spring, it is a very distant thing.
Acacia is nothing, and nobody cares.
Drunk in the city that never sleeps, neon everywhere.
The wine glass is very amorous.
The most unforgettable thing is ancient poetry,
The most dismissive thing is lovesickness,
Keep in love, afraid of others laughing, afraid of being looked down upon,
Spring comes to see the red beans bloom again.
I don't see a lover picking it.
Fireworks are full of romance, but the truth is not there.
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Red beans grow in the south, and branches are rarely found in the Central Plains. Reading Wang Wei's poems has already caused lovesickness.
As hard as steel, it crashed and fell. Sad cuckoo drops blood, feeling deep red for a long time.
It's like a treasure in a box. It's a gift for you. Leave the years behind, in the sunset.
Time grows old with my temples, and I hate it. A red bean, acacia is heavy.
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There are two talking red beans on the key chain.
The day you gave me was a spring afternoon.
I hold it and cry in a regretful dream.
begin
You gave me red beans.
I want to keep my thoughts.
I accept red beans.
I want to sow love
at present
Our hearts have become two helpless red beans.
Tied to a long key chain
Watching one lonely autumn after another. ...
7. Red bean poems
The era of seven wonders
If you don't plant acacia, the flying flowers will swallow several times.
Acacia is sent every night and every month, and red beans look forward to your return every year.
Four stops lingnan girl
Lingnan women are irrelevant, graceful and self-righteous.
Most importantly, after the spring rain every year, red beans are awarded to beautiful people.
Yang Liuzhi Wen Tingyun
Light a candle at the bottom of the well,
* * * Lang Changxing can't play Go.
Linglong dice Ann Hericium erinaceus,
Do you know if you miss each other deeply?
Huanxisha Nalan Xingde
Lotus missed three candles and half a candle.
The apricot blossom fish is wet and light.
Then sending red beans is boring.
Spring is like wine,
I feel confident when I go home.
Who will stay away from the soul at night?
dirge
Wang Shizhen
On strangers, birds are singing and grass is fragrant.
Fish scales are wrinkled by wind and water.
Jiangnan red beans are bitter,
Flowers bloom every year in memory of you.
Cuiloufen Qiu Jin
Lonely and lonely, I like to fly to draw an axe to relieve boredom.
Try to show the legacy of Chaoyun. How many nights will Fei Mo Wei spend?
Purple jade is heavy and the shadow of surprise is there. The trace of robbing the red sheep has not disappeared.
Thanks to the friendship of old friends, you can make amends.
The sound of the ring is far away, and it is difficult to recruit the soul of the moon.
Therefore, the sword beads are still intact, and the charm of the yellow shirt guest still exists.
Tell the story of Ulan, collect red beans everywhere, and spread the sad spectrum "Li Sao".
However, I am afraid of falling jade and Wei Gao.
Wang Guowei of Hongdou dialect
one
Autumn in the south can be helpless, holding red beans for a few strokes.
Burden is a heartless thing, who will pay for his leisure?
two
Outside the door, I am clear about Guo Waizhou, and my life is helpless.
A bitter wish for the east wind makes stones everywhere.
three
Don't rush into the water and waves. Think about the fence.
If I teach you to break through the species in the south of the Yangtze River, I'm afraid there will be more spring.
four
Even if 10,000 circles try to be similar, you won't get tired of delusions if you are dark for a thousand times.
Stay under his new year's silver candle and carefully draw it to say acacia.
Sheng cha zi Niu Xi Ji
The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow and has no intention of reunion.
Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.
Divide peaches all day long, and each person has a few miles.
Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.
Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong
This road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, and the Polygonum hydropiper beside the water is purple and red, reflecting dark green brown leaves.
After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are collecting red beans.
At the bottom of the tree, you can raise your hand.
He Manzi Yan Dao Ji
Steal the mirror and the jade hairpin, learn to write the silver hook by heart.
Who wears red beans and horns and is in the mood for a spring outing?
On that day, the flowers were strangers, and for a long time, apricots were on the wall.
The fundus is helpless and the dream is empty.
Ask how much pity you have, and two moths hide their worries.
This heartbroken is hard to fight, so we should lock the red chamber.