What are the sentences describing apricot harvest?

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. -"Two Ancient Styles"

Harvest rice in autumn and harvest rice in summer. -"China Southern Proverbs"

Autumn harvest is hopeless, and sadness is really futile. -"Four More Poems to Lu Wang in Bitter Rain"

But when the door closes at dusk, there are a few chirps, which also call for harvest and acacia. -"Spring Return to Hate"

The smoke of spring has come, and the stars in the sky are thin and small. -"raw tea seeds, spring mountain smoke wants to collect"

1. Two ancient songs by Shen Li

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

2. Southern China proverbs are anonymous.

Harvest rice in autumn and harvest rice in summer.

In the bitter rain, he wrote four poems to send Lu Wang to Pi Rixiu.

I will be in a daze after ten days. Cormorants play, hibiscus sleeps together. ?

Fish crossed the coconut city and sails crossed the diamond-shaped flower field. Autumn harvest is hopeless, and sadness is really futile.

4. Spring Return Blame Week

For whom did Wen Chun come and go? He walked too fast. Flowing water is falling, the sunset is fragrant, and eyes hate each other every year. Carefully follow the famous garden, and from time to time see beautiful trees, clustered in the shade. The struggle for knowledge is also young, and the poet's temples are green. Xiaohua is still in the deep courtyard, singing a new song with a clear respect. Swallows don't return, and the wind blows bamboo curtains. Miss Wenxi, staring for a long time, worried about the frequency of labor. But when the door closes at dusk, there are a few chirps, which also call for harvest and acacia.

5. Raw tea should be collected from Niu Xiji in Chunshan.

The smoke of spring has come, and the stars in the sky are thin and small. The waning moon has Zhang Mingliang's face, so don't cry at dawn.

Talk a lot, still have feelings. In retrospect, I still emphasize: remember the blue silk skirt and pity the grass everywhere.

6. Autumn is a harvest season. The fields are full of harvest songs. A gust of wind blew, soybeans shook a loud bronze bell, sorghum raised a flaming torch, and wheat kept nodding. Farmers' uncles even smiled when they saw the achievements of that year.

7. Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe. Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year.

8. Fenglin paved a red carpet. The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves rattle, as if clapping their hands to celebrate the harvest.

9. In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin. The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye. Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

10, the rice is ripe and the earth is boiling. The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power. Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.

1 1. The autumn wind blows through the fields, and the fields turn yellow, and the golden rice bends with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now that a bumper harvest is in sight, can it not make people happy?

12, nature in late autumn left a bleak scene. The fields after the busy farming are bare at first glance. The cattle walked back and forth in dismay. Groups of sparrows fly from the wheat fields from time to time and scatter like hail on the dusty road. Crows are hovering at low altitude. Suddenly, it gave a desperate cry and flew away. Then, a feeling of melancholy will come to your mind and arouse your infinite sadness.

13, autumn is here, and the orchard harvest is in sight. Full fruits are covered with branches, shining with golden light under the reflection of autumn sunlight. Fruit farmers are happy from ear to ear, and there is joy and hope in their simple smile.

14, Qiu took out a small pocket from his side and magically took out a lot of fruit and threw it under the stage. There seems to be endless fruit in the bag, which is inexhaustible. Heavy fruits fall to the earth and are covered with golden branches. What a fruitful autumn scenery!

15, the ears of rice in Huang Chengcheng are hung with heavy heads, and cotton peaches are like small trees, bursting with egg-like tidbits. Ah, not rice fields, but an ocean of gold; Not a cotton field, but a world of silver.