A seven character poem describing the autumn harvest of rice

1, "Rice Field".

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang.

The green waves are full of spring waves, and the clouds are fertilized.

It was also snowed by the heron and the smoke to fly into the picture screen.

Translation: The rice grass on the slope grows gratifyingly, the seedlings are fat and strong, and under the blowing of the spring breeze, the green waves of the terraced fields roll and directly cloud the sky. Above this green sea, countless egrets soar freely, as if flying into a natural color screen.

2, "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

Song Dynasty: 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.

Translation: The bright moon on the horizon rose above the treetops, startling the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to hear the sound of cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest year, and there are bursts of frog calls in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.

Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars appear and disappear from time to time, a light rain falls in front of the mountain, the familiar thatched shop hut is still located in the woods near the land temple, and the mountain road turns, and the once memorable stream bridge appears in front of his eyes.

3. "Early Rice in Xitian in the Middle of September of the Gengxu Year".

Wei Jin: Tao Yuanming.

There is a way in life, and food and clothing are solid. Who is not camping, but seeking self-safety? The spring is a regular business, and the years are considerable.

The morning is unbridled and diligent, and the daily income is returned. There is frost and dew in the mountains, and the wind is also cold. Isn't the Tian family bitter? Fergus resigned.

The four-body sincerity is tired, and there is no harm in doing it. Under the eaves, the wine is scattered. Far away frustrated, thousands of years are related.

I hope it will be like this, and I can't sigh for it.

Translation: There is common sense in life, and food and clothing are the first place. Who can abandon this and not operate and find peace of mind?

I started farming in the early spring, and the harvest was still impressive in one year. Go to work in the fields in the morning, and return home at sunset. There is a lot of frost and dew in the mountains, and the season is cold before it arrives.

Isn't it hard for peasants to work? There is no escaping this difficulty.

The body is indeed tired, but fortunately there is no calamity to entangle. Wash and rest under the eaves, drink and smile happily. The long frustration and drowning in the hidden cultivation ambition, the millennium is closely related to me. I hope that it can be like this, and I am willing to plough the fields.

4, "She 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.

Translation: 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.

5, "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: 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.

Poems describing the bumper rice harvest:1.The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family beats rice while the frost is clear; There was a light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flail was flailed all night.

Ringing to the light. 2.The chartered ship is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as frost. Don't hesitate to lose one in two minutes, Shang Ying is full of chaff.

3.The skirt is full of green apple islands, and the upper side is slightly cold and lazy to travel. The sound of frogs in the twilight is noisy, and this year's rice is very autumn.

4.The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is clear.

Cicadas chirp 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. Eight stars outside 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.

5.The rice beams are fertile at the foot of the goose lake mountain, and the chickens are perched on the porpoise gate. The Sang Zheying Slanted Spring Society is scattered, and the family is intoxicated.

6.There should be no way to attain the Tao, and it is also possible to make a living. Spring mud.

The rice seedlings are warm, and the night fire roasted tea is fragrant. There is less wind and dust in the water lane, and the pine fasting is long and the moon is long. Gao Xian is really expensive, where to find the prince?

7.Rice fragrance. In the twilight of autumn, Qianmo is crisscrossing thousands of acres. Five years of grain delivery to the Jurchen country, Tianquan.

I have no land.

8.At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil; Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work.

9.Wave drift rice.

The clouds are dark, and the lotus room is cold.

Drop pink. 10.The rice is fragrant and ripe in the late autumn, and Qianmo is crisscrossing thousands of acres. Five years of grain delivery to the Jurchen country, the sky is full of ambition and there is no land.