Ancient poems describing rice, ancient poems about rice

The title contains a poem about rice.

1, "Daobei".

Song Lu You The white water is full of rice, the seeds are not planted for three nights, and the new seedlings are out of the water, and they have been made slender and green. Years of remnants, hope.

2. "The Governor Looks at the Return of the Rice Furrow Water".

Tang Du Fu Dongtun is in the north of the river, and a hundred acres are peaceful. In June, there is a lot of green rice, and thousands of green springs are chaotic. Rice planting is suitable for the clouds, leading the way.

3, "Rice Peak".

Song Chen Yan explored the pine Ling foot to nourish his body, and the immortal family left the rice barn. How do you know that the people under the mountain are hard, and the green seedlings have been new in May

4. "Singing the Old Farmer's View of Rice with Autumn Characters as the Rhyme".

Song Fanghui walked with a cane, and the japonica indica looked forward to autumn. Children and grandchildren are invited to watch, and fathers and grandchildren listen to the drawing. The village tenant is the same as Huang Yu, the mountain wife.

5, "Taste Rice".

Song Luo Gongsheng.

Chu rice is ripe in the middle of the autumn, and the pearl bowl is floating. He has been familiar with the taste of quinoa and dares to make rice sorghum. Agriculture is decreasing year by year, and the government is levied.

6. "From the Lucky Relatives to the Palace of Watching the New Rice Rice".

Song Song Zhen Chen respected the peasants, and the pond was forbidden. The area is ripe, and it is divided into ditches. Amarana fragrant color, oily.

7, "Xicheng Harvests Rice Dozens of Songs, Three Sons, One Nephew and Two Songs".

Ming Wang Jian is weak and arrogant in the court, and he is in the thirties of his mother. It is often said that you can die of hunger and cold, and you don't know that hunger and cold are forcing you to decline in your years

8, "Nanxiangzi Lying Rice Rain Harvest".

Song Huang Tingjian.

Lying rice is harvested after rain. Tourists everywhere are clustered far away. White hair and red sleeves drunk, Rongzhou. Folded yellow flowers are all over the head.

9, "Fenghe Yuzhou Liu gave things to make Jun Santang new title 21 Yong Daoqi".

Tang Hanyu is numerous, and the branches are nowhere to be found. The fish fat is already showing, and the crane is not aware of the initial depth...

10. "New Rice in Weigong Basin Pond of Ximing Temple".

Don Tang Yanqian.

When planting rice for Xiaojiangnan, the rain fell after the cicadas chirped. The lotus pot is small and small, and the caisson is sparse

Verses about rice.

1. Every family beats rice while the frost is sunny.

Surname. Fan Chengda.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous".

2. Rice sorghum is stored in the room.

Wei Jin. Nguyen.

Yonghuai" 3, ten miles of Xichou ripe rice fragrant.

Surname. Fan Chengda.

Huanxi Sha" 4, lying rice rain harvest.

Surname. Huang Tingjian.

Nanxiangzi Lying Rice Rain Harvest".

5. But when the fish and rice are ripe.

Surname. Liu Kezhuang.

He groom, grass grass pond pavilion banquet".

6. Rice harvesting. Surname. Wu Qian.

Water Tune Song Head: Heavy Nine First Three Days".

7. Rice and wheat.

Pre-Qin. Qu yuan.

The Conjuring 8, the first goose of the rice sorghum perched on the acre. Surname. Lu.

Instant Matter 9, people everywhere beat the sound of rice. Surname. Lu.

Autumn Thoughts 10, the beginning of the auspicious day to plant rice bales.

Surname. Fan Chengda.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous".

Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen wrote a poem about the peasants: On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil; Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work. 」

What is written is rice, also known as rice.

1. In the middle of the Lingnan Road.

Tang Dynasty: Li Deyu.

In May, she harvested fire rice, and the three watchmen reported the tide chicken.

Unbearable homesickness, the red hibiscus flowers are more and more birds cry.

Translations. The custom here is very special, the rice is harvested in May, the rooster crows in the early pants, whenever the tide rises, it will also crow when the group is raised, and then the officials will inform the villagers that the tide is coming. All this makes it difficult to adapt for a while, looking at the bright red hibiscus flowers, listening to the chirping of the birds on the tree, thinking of thinking of hometown, when the years of living in the house are an end, thinking of these is really heartbroken.

2. Social Day. Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia.

The rice and sorghum are fertile under the Goose Lake Mountain, and the chickens are half-covered.

The Sang Zheying Slanted Spring Society is scattered, and the family is intoxicated.

Translations. The rice beams at the foot of the Goose Lake Mountain are fat, and a bumper harvest is in sight. The pigs and chickens in the livestock pen are strong, and the door leaf is ajar. As the sun sets, the mulberry groves cast a long shadow. At the end of the Spring Society, the family supported the drunk to return.

3. New cool. Song Dynasty: Xu Ji.

The water is full of fields, the rice leaves are full, the sunlight penetrates the trees, and the smoke is low.

The yellow warbler also loves the new cool and good, flying through the green mountains and crying in the shadows.

Translation: Lu Answer.

In the endless rice fields, the water ripples slightly, and the neat rice is like a knife. The morning sun shines through the leaves and casts on the ground, and the morning mist lingers between the trees. The yellow warbler also likes the cool time in the morning, crying happily in the shadow of the green hills.

4. Two songs of compassion.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen.

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

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

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work?

Translations. If you sow a seed in the spring, you can harvest a lot of grain in the fall. In the whole world, there is no deserted field that is not planted, and the toiling peasants will still starve to death.

At noon in the middle of summer, the sun was scorching, and the farmers were still working, and beads of sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl is full of the blood and sweat of farmers?