In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that there is a good year, what does it mean to listen

Walking among the fields, smelling the fragrance of rice, and listening to the frogs chirping, the farmers should have a good harvest.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Shifting people's attention from the sky to the fields shows that the lyricist is not only immersed in the soft taste of the yellow sand road at night, but also cares about the fragrance of rice flowers all over the village, and thinks of the upcoming harvest scene from the fragrance of rice flowers. Here and now, the joy of the poet and the people breathing together is all in words.

The "incense" of the fragrance of rice flowers is not only to depict the blooming of rice flowers, but also to express the sweetness of the lyricist's heart. The main body of the harvest year is not the magpie sound we commonly use, but the frog sound, which is the ingenuity of the lyricist, which is amazing. In the sense of the lyricist, it is like hearing a group of frogs shouting in unison in the rice field, arguing for a good year.

First out the content of "said", and then make up the ** of "sound". Saying a good year with a frog voice is the creation of a lyricist.

Translation: The sound of frogs in the rice field is particularly loud, far and near together, accompanied by the fragrance of rice flowers in the air, as if to report to people the good news that a good harvest is in sight.

Implication explanation: The original meaning of these two decisions is to say that when the rice flowers are fragrant, I hear the sound of frogs, as if to say that this year is a bumper harvest year. , the sound of frogs is meaningless, but the author thinks that it seems that there is a heart to predict a good year, allegorical in the scene, overflowing with a sense of joy.

We quote now to express certain aspects of the harvest or harvest, which has the meaning of joy and praise.

The sound of frogs in the rice fields is very loud, far and near together, accompanied by the fragrance of rice flowers spread in the air, as if to report to people the good news of the upcoming harvest.

In the aroma of rice, people talk about the harvest year, and the sound of frogs in their ears is heard, as if talking about the harvest year.

The fragrance of rice flowers, sending the message of the harvest, The sound of frogs is connected, singing the song of the harvest year.

The aroma of rice flowers, the message of the harvest, the song of the harvest are sung, and the sound of frogs is connected.

In the rice fields, the frogs were busy eating pests, (all the pests were eaten) so the author thought: this must be a good year.

Autumn arrives, the rice gives off its aroma, and it is a good harvest year, and gradually there are more frogs.

The sound of frogs in the rice fields is particularly loud, far and near, and the fragrance of rice flowers spreads in the air, as if to report the good news that a good harvest is in sight.

The metaphor is that next year will be another good harvest year.

The breeze brought the fragrance of rice flowers, and the sound of frogs came and went, telling the harvest year.

It's too much.

Poetry Appreciation - Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon".

Xijiang Yue Xin abandoned the disease.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Exegesis. Huangsha: Huangshaling, in the west of Shangrao, Jiangxi.

Bright Moon" sentence: Su Shi's poem "Second Rhyme Uncle Jiang Ying": "The bright moon is shocking and the magpie is not settled." "Other branches: oblique branches.

Society: Land Temple. In ancient times, there was a community tree in the village, which was a place to worship the gods, so it was called the community forest.

Translation: When the moon rises in the early morning, the mountains and forests suddenly become bright, alarming the mountain magpies and cicadas perched on the branches; The breeze blows, bringing their cries to the ears of the night walkers; The fields are filled with the aroma of rice flowers, and the frogs in the water are constantly chirping; Along the way, you can hear people coming out to enjoy the cool air talking about this year's harvest.

The clouds rose suddenly, the moonlight vanished, only a few faint stars remained in the sky, and the fields became dim; When the lyricist walked to the front of the mountain, the rain was falling, and he knew that the shower was coming, and he wanted to find a place to shelter from it. Coincidentally, when he hurriedly turned the head of the stream, he saw at a glance the thatched shop he had seen in the past, still filled with the fragrance of rice flowers in the fields next to the forest, and the frogs in the water were constantly chirping; Along the way, you can hear people coming out to enjoy the cool air talking about this year's harvest.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that the harvest year is a meaning of listening to the sound of frogs: The fields are filled with the fragrance of rice flowers, and people who come out to enjoy the cool can be heard talking about this year's harvest along the way; Frogs in the water are constantly chirping.

The aroma of rice flowers sends a message of a good harvest.

The air was filled with the fragrance of rice flowers, and the sound of frogs in my ears seemed to talk about a good harvest year.

The fields are filled with the scent of rice flowers, frogs in the water are chirping, and people can be heard talking about this year's harvest.

The cool south wind brings the fragrance of rice flowers, and the noisy frog chirping seems to tell the harvest year.

Appreciation of Song Ci Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon. Night Walking in Huangsha Road" reads Zhang Yunqi.

Farmers sit on small stools and talk about this year's harvest. As we talked, I heard the sound of frogs chirping in my ears. They cried out, "This is a good year!" ”