Write the following verses about farm tools. 1 sickle 2 cocoon hoe harrow wood plough 20

Qinyuan Spring Ploughing [Yuan] King

A family of eight, a five-acre house, and a mulberry tree. Buy Wu ox ten horns, drag the plough and harrow, plough the earth, splash grass to open up wasteland. When planting, transplant seedlings should wait, and cut to fill the field with slurry.

The spirit seedlings are long, and the Yingchou is all over the wilderness, and the scenery is clear everywhere. Autumn comes and the rain is good. There is a dew fragrance of millet condensation beads.

To six o'clock diligently, three more do not sleep, call men and women, take back to the warehouse. Destroy the acura, cook the chicken and drink the wine, and the women and musicians drink it. There is nothing else to do, but it is honest and simple, and the chief is happy to drink.

There is nothing else to do, but he is honest and simple, and he is the emperor.

1 pen for ploughing and raking the rhyme of the sea, paper such as a field to plant a poetry garden.

2 Hongchen is tired of seeing the vulgar style, and wants to use the Qingshan banquet to learn about the tomb.

The four seasons of wildflowers talk about interpretation, and a glass of turbid wine is temporarily lyrical.

Chickens and dogs are idle, and grass is planted and raked to test the pasture.

The water moon mirror becomes a dream, and Taoyuan Road is difficult to settle.

The ancient tomb plough is the field, and the pine and cypress are the salary.

The ploughman forgets his plow, and the hoe forgets his hoe.

Even if there are healthy women who hoe and plow, there is nothing in Hesheng Longmu.

Cai Ling worked hard to waste the plow hoe, and the blood fingers were dry and the ghost was dry.

The miscanthus is only over the snow, and the grass outside the Ili River is fertile.

I don't forget to be lazy, and the waste roll and hoe are too short.

I also read the official urgency, and I would rather know how to hoe and work.

Strike the hoe field and waste it, and can't bear to flee from the hometown.

Five acres of vegetable land, hoeing in autumn.

Lao Tzu did not hesitate to rush to the torrential rain, and the small hoe incense brought medicine to the mud.

The pen is made of plough and rake and ploughs the sea, and the paper is like a field and a poetry garden.

Even if there are healthy women who hoe and plow, there is nothing in Hesheng Longmu. In addition, the Qin soldiers endured hard fighting, and were driven away from dogs and chickens. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Soldier Chariot Travel".

The ploughman forgets his plow, and the hoe forgets his hoe, and comes to resent, but sits and watches. --Mo Shang Sang".

Mercy Nong. On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops are trapped in the soil.

Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is all bitter and bitter.

Return to the garden and live in the countryside. Planting beans in the south of the mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Morningside is desolate, and returns to Zheng with a moon and a hoe.

When we see the "plow" as a farming tool, we think of the poem ( Bow your head and be willing to be a son of an ox. ）

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

The children and grandchildren have not been solved for cultivation and weaving.

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.