Poetry praising the autumn harvest

Xia Feng blows the valley into the sky, Lang Mai Jinbo Wan Li wins the ear and bends three feet, and Huang Mang is full of chess. The roaring machine is busy harvesting, and the particles are stored in the warehouse. China people work hard, and China is prosperous.

Fengshoule

Golden wheat, apricot first taste. Sickle till the harvest.

The scorching sun and the breeze sweated like rain, triumphed and hoarded food.

Fengshoule

Cuckoo birds dance, and farmers like to harvest wheat when they open sickles.

Bullwhip fried crispy flowers, pulled open his voice and sang leisurely.

Peasant-style fengshoule

For fear of disturbing neighbors, the sound of autumn is new. Rain or shine does not dominate rice, and the price of sickle is expected to reach. Pull back and forth, get drunk and forget the hardships now. Farmers' farming year met with political luck, and a well-off society entered thousands of households.

A little dark green and a little red, it doesn't need much touching spring scenery. -Shi Rujing's "Eighteen Odes to One"

The fisherman who stays in the house is still average, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn. -Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. -Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers"

The blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the fragrance of Chang 'an is fragrant. The city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, this land is golden chrysanthemum-like chrysanthemums. -Huang Chao's The Last Blessed Residence

The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in Dongting are under the leaves. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Mrs. Xiang"

Autumn wind likes other people's business best. It takes the lead, not only to turn maple leaves red, but also to turn human hair white.

In the autumn night, candlelight reflects the screen, holding a small fan and playing fireflies.

The sky in autumn is not clear. When you see chrysanthemums, you know that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

The endless trees rustle with fallen leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling as expected.

The autumn wind blows to Jiangcun, and it is dusk. The lonely phoenix tree doesn't open the door at night.

Xiaoshan green Qin Shuyao area, Han Palace anvil sound cold autumn.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

Gongming sword frost, autumn wind out of Xianyang.

Leisure egrets often nest early, and autumn flowers are full of vitality later than other places.

Broken rainbows and rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains and eyebrows trimmed into new green.

The lake and moon are in harmony, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, the sky of autumn water is the same color.

The autumn wind started in Bai Yunfei, the grass and trees turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south.