What are the poems about mangoes?

1, Ili Chronicle Poetry

Hong Qing Ji Liang

Only when the awn seeds have passed the snow can the grass outside the Yili River begin to fertilize.

Ikoma can't walk steadily step by step for fear that a snake will fly out of his nose.

Yili, in the present Xinjiang region, is called "Jiangnan". The climate here is very different from other places. After the awn was planted, the snow didn't stop, and the grass just grew by the Ili River. The newborn pony can't walk steadily, for fear that snakes will fly by.

2. After the awn is planted, the accumulated rain will be three unique.

Fan Song Chengda

Merlin poured nine rivers and turned over, and the sea was vast.

The farmland in grain depot Wu is wet, and the seedlings are cold every year.

In the season of plum blossom, I am afraid of clothes, but in May, Wujiang and Mai Hanxiu.

The fragrant seal spits clouds to generate warmth and heat, and the rain outside the teaching window is long.

A damp temple is like a turtle hiding, and the cold in Xia Xuan is unusual.

Yesterday, today, I was trapped, so it was very cold outside.

After the awning, the rain kept falling, and the weather suddenly turned cold. The poet said that the cold in late summer was too abnormal. I wore a thin coat yesterday. Today, I changed a cotton-padded coat. I can't help it, it's so cold outside!

Step 3 make an appointment

Song Zhao Shi Xiu

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

It is the rainy Huangmei season, and the drizzle gently hits the antique eaves tiles. The frogs in the grass pond are one after another, which highlights the silence around.

The poet doesn't feel anxious when his waiting friend hasn't arrived for a long time. He picked up a chess piece and thought it over carefully. Snuff falls gently to one side.

There is a quiet atmosphere between the lines, lining the endless rain outside the window, which makes people feel kind and at ease from the heart.

4. Look at wheat cutting

Tang Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

May is the wheat harvest season, and the south wind rises one night, and the golden wheat waves dance with it. The women carry food in baskets, and the children hold soup and water in jars, and go to the fields together to deliver meals to the working men.

Even if the sun is shining on the back and the earth is smoked by the hot air at the foot, people don't feel hot. They just cherish this long summer and can do more work.

The canopy also means harvesting and sowing, and now there is a bumper harvest. The golden wheat waves are surging under the blue sky. Looking at them, you can feel the richness and fullness of life, and it is worthwhile to suffer again.

At this time, the awn is golden, just like sunshine, giving people spiritual comfort and warmth.

5. Watching Gu Bei at night.

Tang Duchang

After planting awns in the water town, the weather in Mei is cold and rainy.

Silkworms are exposed late, and the river is flooded.

At the foot of the mountain, the north is solid and the west tide is long.

There are several deaths every year.

After the awning, the rainy season came and the weather became cold. Swallows kept circling around the dangerous bottle. The poet climbed the mountain, looked at the water flowing day and night, lost in thought, and the man died like this.