Poetry about agriculture 1. Ancient agricultural poetry
Guo Shan farmstead
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
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?
Peasant-style Wangqing
Tang Yongyuzhi
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
Farmer's father
Tang Zhangbi
Transport and hoe? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness.
Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.
Yuxi Liu Tang
Flowers and plants are in full bloom on the top of the mountain, and swallows fly from east to west. The horizon looks like a line, and the white water is uneven.
The peasant woman is wearing a white skirt and the peasant father is wearing a green coat. Singing the song in the middle together, standing like a bamboo branch.
But when you smell resentment, you can't distinguish slang. Whenever you laugh, you will laugh at each other.
Horizontal seedlings are barren, and fireworks are born in the market. Yellow dogs reciprocate, red chickens crow and peck.
Who is on the side of the road? This hoodie has long sleeves. Since the word collectors, teenagers from the emperor township.
Fu Tian's words count officials, and Junnong will know them. When I came to Chang 'an Road, my eyes were completely different.
The official made a speech with a smile. Chang 'an is really great. The door of the province is lofty and there is no degree of agriculture.
I came to fill the doorman yesterday, only using bamboo cloth. You see, in 2003, I will be an official.
Guan Cun ren Sam Tian
Don Qian Qi
The governments of the six countries are not profitable, and the three rural areas compete for business. The poor paid taxes to dig wells, and all the soil was dug.
Grain millet into the cold cloud, the mountain is half full. Qiu Lai has accumulated rain, and the first frost got it.
Nakata's party in Lebanon is an anti-empty village. For those who don't cultivate, Wei Lu and He Wei are the same.
Shu chased Zhou Renyan and dared to bear Xie Shengnuo.
Tian Jia is that thing.
Tang quan de Yu
Lying in the bed of quinoa with nothing to do will make you feel uncomfortable. Desert rice spends money traveling in search of food,
Green lotus leaves make Confucian clothes. During the tour, monks have lunch together, and fishermen go together or return at night.
After learning that Shang Ping got married, Zhu Yanxi forgot the machine in * * months.
Country April
Weng Juan
Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,
In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
Only silkworms are planted in the field.
2. Poems about the countryside
Nongcun village
The east wind in towns and villages urges rain, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.
Chickens, ducks and pigs are full of circles, and cotton and linen are stacked.
There are many supermarkets and roads winding through the pond.
Taxation is a moral issue, and there will be no good days for a thousand years.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
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?
Agricultural family
Don Young is in people.
In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
3. There are 10 poems with the word "agriculture"
Wang Xiangyang's peasant family (Yong Yu's works in Tang Dynasty, selected from the whole Tang poetry: Volume 47 1-28) tasted the west wind and rain in Qin, in order to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd and look at the clouds in the wheat field. Compassion for the Heaven and Compassion for the People (The Complete Works of Zhang Hu in Tang Dynasty, selected from the whole Tang Poetry: Volume 51-160) has long been known as an ancient political warlord, which makes sword wielders admire it.
Who says today is ploughing, but selling farm tools for spears? Ren Hongnong and Wei returned to Beijing on leave (the work of Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty in, selected from the whole Tang poetry: Volume 540- 125), and were ashamed to sit in Jingshan.
However, I envy Bian and my feet, and I have never recovered in my life. "Before the official visit to Taiyuan, Yang Xiucai wore Yang Zhengzi's face" (works of Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty, selected from The Whole Tang Poetry: Volume 540- 147), Tongguan is connected with Gu Hongnong, Wan, Hong ... Who is afraid that the dragon will laugh more and more, and the beauty will eventually become gold.
4. Ancient poems about the four seasons+ancient poems about agriculture
"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. He Biyu in Tang Dynasty is composed of ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging from a tree.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu knows when it will rain and when spring will come.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" Tang Bai Juyi's world was beautiful in April, and peach blossoms in Shanxi began to bloom.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. "Qiantang Spring Tour" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low water level at first.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. In Song Dynasty, Su Shi was a duck prophet in spring water heating.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. "It's not worth going to the park." Ye Songshao Weng should pity his teeth and seal his fur, but Xiao Kouchai Fei won't open for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. "Spring Day" Song Zhuxi wins the day to find the waterfront, and the boundless scene is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. "Remembering Jiangnan is good" Tang Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.
Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later? 2. Poetry about summer: "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu never dies, which poisons my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Bai Juyi was full of things and planted them for a while.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. "Miscellaneous Summer Pastoral" (I) Song Fan Chengda, Li Zijin apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. "Little Pool" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. "Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Song Sushi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. In Unknown Miscellaneous Poems, the sun in Shi Naian is scorching, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it. 3. Autumn Poetry: "The Mountain Festival misses Shandong Brothers" Tang is in a foreign land and misses his relatives every festive season.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. "Mountain Walking" Tang Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. "To Liu Jingwen" Song Sushi's lotus is not covered by rain, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum.
Good years must be remembered, it is orange. An autumn night in a deep mountain, Tang, stands empty after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. "Ode to Mujiang" Tang Bai Juyi's sunset is full of water, half river rustling and half river red.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. 4. Poetry about winter: "Jiang Xue" There are no birds in the mountains of Zongyuan, Liu Tang, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. "Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? "Yongmei" Wang Song Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes. "Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing a commentary.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. "Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fan Chengda let the boat idle to see the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind set cold and frozen late.
Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice. Yang Weizhen, a bamboo branch song in Nonghai Township, returned to Baiyangsha, and Baiyangdian hoes and rakes.
When will the sea of misery dry up? Lest Lennon climb the snow and sand. The sea in front of the door collapsed to the bamboo fence, and the steps were smelly and fat.
Yazai is three years old and doesn't know his father. When will Lang return to Haidong? Hai tou feng blows Yang Baihua, Hai tou's daughter Yang. Huayang's head was covered with salt when dancing, which did not increase the weight of copper and thallium.
Face like ink, feet red, officials take off their robes by Huang Jing. My daughter would rather marry Tiger Pan than Song Jiating.
After persuading the peasants for a long time, the people were born. Proud and self-sufficient, simple and true.
Wisdom is ingenious and lovely, and resources wait for failure. It depends on the philosopher who supports it.
What is the second philosopher? Postscript of ten flavors. What is the meaning of support? In fact, it is sowing.
Shun Geng, Yu Geng. If it stays away from Zhou Dian, eight governments will start eating.
Third, I want to be Germany, and I want to go to my hometown. Flowers and trees are flourishing, and the wind is clear and the gas is positive.
Both men and women are competing with the times. Mulberry girls have fun at night, and farmers stay in the wild.
Fourth, honesty is easy to pass, but peace is hard to last. If you lack a wife, you will drown.
He is smart and studious. You are a group of people, you hold your hand! Fifth, people's livelihood is diligent, and diligence is not lacking.
Quiet feast, happy all year round! If you don't store stones, you will be hungry and cold. Gully, will you be ashamed! Xu Fan despised his six-hole obsession with morality.
Dong's book, pastoral poetry. If you can be detached, throw yourself on the high track, dare not accumulate wealth and praise Germany and the United States.
5. Twenty verses on agriculture.
1. The ancient tomb plowed the fields, and the pine and cypress ruined their wages.
2. The tiller forgets to plow, and the hoe forgets to hoe.
Although the strong women are ploughing the fields, the furrows in the east and the west have been broken? .
4. diamonds are hard to pick, plowing and hoeing, blood is flowing, and ghosts are doing it.
5. Only when the awn seeds have snowed can the grass outside Yili River begin to fertilize.
6. I don't feel lazy about this. The time is too short and I wasted the hoe.
7. I also thought of the official urgency. I'd rather know the work of Lotus.
8. If you don't hoe the field, you can't bear to escape.
9. Five acres of border vegetable fields, Qiu Lai Rihe hoe.
10. I took pains to run in the rain, and the small hoe was fragrant with medicine and mud.
1 1. Plow during the day and get hemp at night. Children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave.
12. When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.
13. The father plows the fields and the son hoes the mountains.
14. Before the harvest in June, the government had repaired the warehouse.
15. The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
16. at the end of the year, I plowed the empty house and shouted to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
17. Jia Baihu of Xijiang raises a dog and eats meat on the boat.
18. A rough old man leaned against a cane in the door of a thatched roof, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy.
19. Is there a whistling pheasant? Full ears of wheat and sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves.
20. Jojo, Fu Tian, cordially greet each other.
Hope to adopt ~ thank you ~
6. Peasants' Poetry
pick mulberry leaves
the folk songs of the northern and southern dynasties
Silkworms are born in March and spring mulberry is full of green. Daughter picks spring mulberry, and the song is blown as spring music.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
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.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Shannan grows beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
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;
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Guo Shan farmstead
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
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?
Cut rice for singing.
Don du fu
Rice gets empty clouds and water, and Pingchuan faces Shimen. The cold wind scattered trees, and the rising sun scattered chickens and dolphins.
At the beginning of the wild cry, I heard the sound of war, and the woodcutter Song slightly left the village. Homeless, seeking news, being a guest.
Ximing Temple Gong Wei Penchi Xinmi
Tang Tang Yan Qian
When rice was planted in the south of the Yangtze River, it rained after cicadas sang.
The lotus pond is small and the algae well is thin.
The land is born with the golden elephant world, and its roots are still in the paddy field.
There are still three Wu Si, which reminds you of fishing in LA.