Write poems about the joy of the autumn harvest and sentences about the joy of the autumn harvest

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

The reason why this poem was chosen as the first recommendation is because "under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely." It is already a classic two sentences that have been sung, and every time people who are used to living in the city, they will involuntarily chant these two poems to miss the rural life.

2. The second song is Meng Haoran's "The Old Man's Village".

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.

This poem is also a representative work of pastoral life, especially the three or four sentences are famous sentences describing the scenery of the mountain village, surrounded by green trees, green mountains and slanted, like a light ink painting. These two sentences can also be regarded as classics of poems with paintings and poems in paintings, and some of Wang Wei's poems, such as: returning to the deep forest and reshining on the moss, there are similarities.

When the autumn wind blew through the fields, blowing the yellow rice, the golden rice, smiled and bent over. Only then did people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest, and the peasants in the field, whose faces were blackened by the sun, had a smile on their faces, and they didn't know how much sweat they had shed.

In front of the autumn harvest, there is no nervous harvesting busy, farmers like idlers standing or squatting on the ridges, smoking cigarettes in their mouths, leisurely watching the harvester turn around in the field, bags of millet rolling down from the harvester. That's the fruit of a year's hard work. Since returning to the earth in spring, they have cultivated the land, sowed seeds, transplanted, fertilized, sprayed, weededed, and resisted drought.

Just like the classic poem "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil". The seedlings they watered with their sweat turned yellow in the autumn and the leaves were yellow. The autumn harvest is over, they have reaped a year's sweat, they have reaped a year's hard work, they have reaped the joy of the autumn harvest, and they have reaped the harvest of the autumn harvest.

As follows:

1. The cupola incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of ** armor.

2. The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is under the wavy leaves.

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

4. Rather than chiseling the air, far to pomegranate flowers.

5. The whereabouts of the hibiscus dew, and the willows are sparse in the middle of the month.

6. Red pomegranate demolition in the evening rain, green taro fertilizer in the new autumn.

7. I like to see the thousands of waves of rice and grass, and heroes everywhere smoke at sunset.

8. The fishermen of Xinsu are still widespread, and the swallows fly in the early autumn.

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