At this time, the plum blossoms are raining, the grass is light and smoky, mantis is born among the grass, cicadas are singing on the branches, dragonflies are flying in the pond, the sky is low and the stars follow.
And farmers also ushered in the busiest moment of the year. Wheat came on before and after the ear planting, and men, women and children were busy day and night. The arrival of the awn seed indicates that farmers have begun a busy pastoral life.
In such a harvest solar term, Shi Junjun selected 8 classic mango poems for everyone, wishing everyone a busy and tireless harvest and sowing hope during the mango season.
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In the ear planting season, the north is golden, which is a good time for wheat harvest. The smell of wheat in the field makes people sigh: the harvest is really coming.
Time rain
Song luyou
When it rains and awns are planted, all the fields are planted.
Every family's wheat and rice are beautiful, and the songs are long everywhere.
I am an idle farmer, and I will always pay for the bamboo bed.
The decline is not short, and I love this rain.
The wood in the courtyard is full of strange sounds, and the vines are fragrant.
Yingying's clothes can't get wet, so she advised me to hold them.
That is, today is fortunate, and the international sea is farming and mulberry;
Wild old people are not poor, and they are singing songs and worrying about the Tang Dynasty.
Wheat grains are full and growing gratifying. Every handful of wheat is full of happiness, and all the sweat and tears are answered at this moment.
Although life has ups and downs, it is not so smooth sailing, although you have paid tens of thousands of hard work and are uneasy, you don't know if you can succeed.
But at this moment, please enjoy the fruits of your own victory.
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Before and after the ear planting, the Tian family was less idle, and people were twice as busy in May. People are tired, busy, singing and happy, because from sowing to harvesting, from youth to maturity, it is a kind of watch and a kind of waiting. It is their years of sunrise and sunset all the year round, and every little bit of blood and sweat is the whole look of the day.
Twenty-one Ploughing Pictures, Pulling out Seedlings
Song Lou Ai
When the new seedlings first came out of the water, they were covered with green carpets.
Early in the morning and promoted, father and son fight for support.
It's wet and full of grip, and then there's no mud in the comb root.
Take advantage of the awn seeds in time to spread things.
Harvesting wheat is like putting out a fire, while Longkou takes the grain. Some farmers and families, the whole family, old and young, keep harvesting and sowing day and night, racing against time.
Lin Qingxuan said, we only see the beauty of lotus, and people who grow lotus use their years and sweat to write poems on lotus leaves.
Watching mowing wheat
Tang Bai Juyi
Tian Jia is less idle in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow.
A woman's husband is hungry, and a child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Steaming in the summer, rustic, burning in the back,
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman again, holding her son beside her,
The right hand grasps the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his caring words is sad to hear.
My family has lost all taxes, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in agriculture and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and he has surplus grain at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this privately, and I can't forget it every day.
Starlight pays off those who hurry, and time pays off those who care. I believe that all hard work will be rewarded, and all efforts will bear fruit.
When the cultivation bears fruit, we will feel pride and happiness from it, and that kind of happiness is self-evident.
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Before and after awning, plant melons and beans. The busyness of this solar term is worthy of the name. At this time, summer will also turn into the most beautiful period of scenery.
Poem on Twenty-four Qi, Mangzhong May Festival
Tang yuanzhen
Look at today, mantis should be alive.
The clouds are shining high and low, and the birds are coming and going.
Lotus blooms in the marsh, and it is windy and rainy in summer.
When we met, we asked the silkworm wheat, and fortunately we were called human feelings.
People divide the earth into ripples, people plant flowers and grass on the ripples, rice and wheat. Every time the spring breeze blows, the earth becomes green waves, and people farm and live in the waves.
Every time the sun shines, golden hope surges on the waves.
The most beautiful scenery is not far away, just in front of you. Seize every day of your life, and life will be wonderful enough.
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Before and after the awn seed, the spring snow was deserted, the summer fruit beads were separated, the rain was ripe, the plum was yellow and the plum was green, and the south of the Yangtze River reached the rainy season.
Looking at the night in the north
Don Douchang
After the water country planted the awn, the plum weather was cold and rainy.
Exposed silkworms bloom late, and Jiang Yan bypasses the danger.
The toe of the mountain is solid in the north and the tide is long in the west.
Every year, there are several deaths.
The plum rain is fine and the breeze is faint. People leaning against the building want to get wet with clothes. Although they are wet and worried about the rain, they are covered with grass and covered with moss. They are green, fat, red and thin, just sleeping alone.
Six miscellaneous poems in the field, the sixth
Ming fanfu
Jujube blossoms are decadent, and a dog protects the firewood.
No one can have leisure when the festival is in full swing.
The frog pool is full of water, and fine grass grows between steps.
When the wheat is cut to the end of the acre, the wind and rain will blow over the mountains.
The eldest son didn't eat early and sighed that farming was difficult.
It's your destiny to be rich, and you can't reach it.
Jujube flowers fall, plum blossoms are green. In the fields, vegetable fields, transplanting rice seedlings and harvesting wheat, the fields are busy. Jiangnan water town, frogs pool full of water, fine grass between the steps.
Ili chronicle poems
Qing Hong Liangji
Only when the awn seeds have passed the snow can the grass begin to fertilize outside the Ili River.
Ikoma can't walk steadily step by step, lest a snake fly from the nose.
In Ili, which borders the south of the Yangtze River, after the awning, the snow still keeps growing, the grass along the Ili River just grows well, and the newborn ponies can't walk steadily, and they are afraid that snakes will haunt them.
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Plum Huang Shi, every family is covered in the rain, the grassy pond edge, the sound of frogs. Rain brings vitality and life, but also brings hope.
Make an appointment
Song Zhao Shixiu
Plum Huang Shi, every family is covered in the rain, the grassy pond edge, the sound of frogs.
The time has passed midnight, the invited guests have not come, I am bored gently knocking on the pieces, the shock of a point of oil lamp when the wick knot in a knot.
There is plenty of water and sunshine. Put rice seedlings on the ridge and wait for the next harvest in autumn. Hope has been planted in this way.
If you cook a few green plums and prepare a pot of good wine, it is time to point out the country, show your passionate feelings and "talk about heroes."
Everything is growing, everything is fresh, and everything is starting in a daze.
Lin Qingxuan said: Miscanthus, what a beautiful name. The rice bears Miscanthus, the wheat ear is inherited by Miscanthus, the wave of sorghum is Miscanthus, and the chrysanthemum blooms in the wild wind ... Sometimes I feel that the falling sunshine is also Miscanthus.
With a dream and a true heart, today's little seed is expectation, hope and the future that we should go all out.
Today, let's make a wish in our hearts and keep working hard for him. Next autumn, maybe this wish will come true.
I believe that as long as hope does not die, all happiness will sprout and blossom.