Describe the poem about learning agriculture.

First of all, agriculture is a hard undertaking:

The Book of Songs: I lost my daughter when I died, and I was happy in a foreign land. Rain is my public land, so I am private.

Pruning mulberry branches: silkworm month mulberry, take an axe and weigh it. Cut far and wide? Pick leaves between them. ?

Chisel and store ice: The next day, I cut the ice and rushed. In the first month, we sent the ice to the storage place. ?

Building a house: going to the palace to perform palace affairs, staying early and staying late? . I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.

Hunting for life: one day in the raccoon, take the fox, for the autumn. Two days are the same, and the performance is successful. Privately, publicly. ?

Brewing: Spring wine to celebrate the longevity of eyebrows. ?

Repair farm tools: it will take three days.

Second, the refinement of agricultural poetry:

Pastoral beauty: one or two chickens crow in the rain, and Banqiao Road in Zhuxi Village is inclined. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and laid gardenias in the atrium. (Don Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village). ?

Farming is hard: when the seedlings are born in early summer, they are busy cooking in the morning and evening. Swing a hoe in the hot sun and sweat into a pulp. (Gao's Planting Kapok). ?

Heavy tax: there are no seven buckets in an acre, and six buckets are sent to Huangzhou first. Stay and fight, get married, and people who worry will get old. (The folk song "No Seven Crops in One Mu, Three Points"). ?

Reclusive thinking: sell books and buy farm tools, and don't quit your homework. (Ming Tao Zong Yi's Miscellaneous Fu after Nancun). ?

Disaster: I want some water, but I cry worse than the farmer's eyes. Huangpu River is like a ditch, and farmers compete for water like pearls. (Yuan Yuan Jie Li, Investigation of Agricultural Officials). ?

Celebrate the harvest: I don't know the night when I am drunk, and I don't know the joy when I am naked. Last year, it was easy to beat millet, and I drank a lot in a good year. (Lei, Tian Jia). ?

Poetry of agricultural technology: it is appropriate to plow in the lower field and millet in the upper field. Rare earth is needed to grow vegetables, and wet soil is needed to grow yam. Cold is more fake, and summer is more moth-eaten. (See Crops by Wang Ming Shouren). ?

Third, a large number of agricultural production technology songs and agricultural technology poems specially serving agriculture:

There are:

(Tang) Fifteen Poems on Fishing Gear by Lu Guimeng and Fifteen Poems on Fishing Gear by Fenghe Wang Lu by Pi Rixiu;

(Northern Song Dynasty) Mei has thirteen poems entitled "Farm Tools in Sun Duancuo Temple".

(Northern Song Dynasty), Wang Anshi has fifteen poems "He Nong Tools";

(Northern Song Dynasty) Su Shi's "Song of Sheep and Horse" and so on.

Ploughing and weaving pictures and poems:

(Southern Song Dynasty) Lou Wangshou's farming and weaving map with 45 poems was lost.

(Ming) Hey? There are 15 agricultural maps and 16 female red maps in the convenience map, each of which is a Zhi Zhu word (Wu Ge). Recite the contents of the map;

In the Qing Dynasty, the Stone Chamber General Examination also collected 46 ploughing and weaving pictures, and Kangxi added a seven-character poem to each picture.

(Yuan) Twenty-four topics such as Zhao's Ploughing and Weaving Map.

Imperial Poems: In addition to Kangxi's poems about imperial cultivation and weaving, there are many imperial poems in Guangqun Fangpu, and each of the 16 cotton pictures presented by Qianlong to Fangguancheng has a seven-character poem. These poems promoting agricultural technology became another mainstream of agricultural poetry at this time. ?

The above quotation comes from: the influence of feudal soil system in China on ancient agricultural poetry/BBS/thread-9298-1-1.html.

Fourthly, literati later became the mainstream of agricultural poetry. By studying agriculture, you may mean that they are just like going to the countryside to meet relatives, coming to the countryside to experience farming for themselves and studying rural customs in their leisure time.

(A) Tao Yuanming's poems

Rural life:

There are more than ten acres of square houses, eight or nine thatched houses, eaves behind the elm Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

Love rejoices with new knowledge and joy, words are sung and poems are created.

Neighboring songs come from time to time, and the word resistance is a thing of the past. Appreciation of strange pens

Wash under the eaves, fight for wine and splash your face.

There are many beautiful days in spring and autumn, and new poems are written on the mountain. It's better to call each other after crossing the door, so there is wine to consider. How comfortable and pleasant it is to invite a group of friends, bring wine and climb mountains to write poems in the spring and autumn.

Gui Tian Yuan is in Qiyi.

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

Warm (ài) away from the people's village, there is smoke in the Yiyi market.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Tian Yuan in Guangxi ranks second.

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *.

When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.

Always afraid of frost, just like grass.

Gui Tian yuan ju qi San

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

In the morning, I will deal with garbage and dirt and take the lotus home.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Gui Tian Yuan lives in Si Qi.

Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment.

Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.

Yiyi wandered between mountains and dragons, living in the past.

There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.

Ask people who get paid, this person is different.

The wage earners told me that there was no death.

Abandon the city for a lifetime, really.

Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Gui Tian Yuan ju Wuqi

Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.

The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.

When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.

The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.

-If you study farming, you'd better choose the third song above! ! !

(B) Su Dongpo's poems

The rural scenery he saw:

Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.

He is engaged in agricultural labor;

Go to Dongpo Road and go to Dongpo Road in the evening. Dongpo loves and loves this new tree.

In the fourth year of Yuanfeng (A.D. 108 1), Su Dongpo officially began his farming career. Since then, poets have often worked hard in Huangzhou fields. Over time, Su Dongpo has many regrets about his cultivation. In the preface of Dongpo's eight poems, he said:

"This land has been deserted for a long time and is a piece of rubble. At the age of 20, I was exhausted by the drought. When you sigh, it is poetry, and you are diligent. "

For a regular poem:

"The rice pick up gravel, dry soil is not paste.

I want to shave an inch on the rugged grass spines.

With a sigh, I want to know when I am tall. "

Su Dongpo became a farmer:

"Dongpo planted three hundred feet of rubble in Huang Sang last year.

This year, the grass was mowed to cover the snow hall, and the sun blew like ink. "

It is precisely because he personally experienced the difficulties of farming that the poet felt sincere joy in the long drought and rain, and perfectly unified his literary cognition and realistic cognition of rain:

"copiously satisfied with three feet of rain, accident unintentionally unpredictable.

I'll forget it and go to bed. I will lie down and listen to the people on the wall.

Corrupt scholars have worked hard for a hundred years, and their efforts have not received public pity.

It will be regarded as a thousand steps across the northwest mountain spring.

Everyone knows that I have no money. "

After several storms, Su Dongpo finally tried his best to change his role from a scholar to a farmer and found a new world where he could divide his talents and profits.

Dongpo's eight poems:

Good farmers cherish soil fertility, but fortunately, this decade is short.

Before mulberry leaves, a grain of wheat is expected.

The seeds have not been planted for more than a month, and the cover is already gray.

The farmer told me not to be Miao Yechang.

If you want to produce cake bait, you must raise cattle and sheep.

Thank you again for your kindness. I'm too full to forget.

Although the barren fields are rough, they are of different heights.

The next seed is japonica rice, and the east is jujube chestnut.

There are Shu scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, and mulberry fruits have been begging.

Good bamboo is not difficult to grow, but it is afraid of whipping.

It is still necessary to make arrangements to ensure my room.

The boy burned hay and the newspaper came out of the dark well.

If you dare not wait until you are full, you can drink.

Pan Zijiu, a liquor seller in Jiangnan Village.

Guo Sheng had already planted medicine and sold it to Xi Shiyuan.

It's good to live in ancient times, but I'm afraid I'm betting my treasure on my grandson.

There is an acre of bamboo at home, so you can't knock at the door at any time.

I am poor, and my third son is alone.

From me to Dongpo, the salary is the same.

Du gleaned and consulted with Zhu Ruan.

My teacher Bu Xia Zi is a brother from all over the world.

From the past, there have been micro-springs, coming back from distant ridges.

Crossing the city and crossing the settlement, evil is strong.

I'm going to a fish and shrimp party for Kobe.

At the age of 20, the spring is exhausted, and the dead duckweed sticks into pieces.

Last night, it rained outside a plow.

If you find the reason, you will blaspheme and know that I am ignorant.

Mud Qin has perennial roots, one inch alone.

When the snow buds move, pigeons can grow in spring.

Before planting rice in Qingming, you can count the fun.

The hair is empty and the spring is dark, and the needle is fragrant.

In early summer, seedlings are divided and leaves grow gradually.

Look at the dew on the moon, and the beads hang down one by one.

The frost ears in Qiu Lai are heavy and the poles are reversed.

However, as soon as I heard that grasshoppers are like wind and rain.

The new pot is put into the pot, and the jade grains are shining in the basket.

I have been eating official warehouse, red rot and other soil for a long time.

The merchant knew the taste, and I agreed.

Jujube can be peeled on planting date or loose date.

Ten years later, my plan is already embarrassing.

Ten years in Hezu Road, a thousand years like wind and hail.

Old news Li Hengnu, this strategy is doubtful and can be learned.

I have a roommate whose official residence is in the years.

I have a golden tongue, and my seat is shining.

If a hundred plants can cause it, it is spring ice.

Want to see the bamboo fence, yellow and green hanging horns.

Ma was born a poor man and has been with me for twenty years.

Looking at my expensive day and night, begging to buy mountain money.

I'm tired of you today. I quit my farm.

When you shave the turtle's back, you will feel it.

Poor Ma Sheng is crazy. So far, he has praised me for being virtuous.

Laughter never regrets, but once you give, you will get 1000.

No one cares about the abandoned base, and the ruins are covered with Artemisia.

Who can donate muscle strength and pay at the end of the year?

A lonely traveler is the only one who has nowhere to run.

Pick up the rubble when you bring it.

I want to shave an inch on the rugged grass spines.

With a sigh, I want to know when I am tall. /song/ 1240442990962706 . html

(C) Xin Qiji's poems about learning agriculture