On the Humor of Picnics

Humorous poems about picnics. What are the poems about picnics?

1. Rice is boiled with jade, and village mash is splashed with oil. There's nothing wrong with going back to China. You can send it everywhere. -"White Sands Picnic" Yang Wanli

You were hungry before the picnic, but you were happy when you came to the kitchen. The umbrella sits in the mud of the pavilion, and Shui Piao pays in the rain. -"Too long peak meets rain, bored with ten quatrains" Yang Wanli

The flat bank turns green gradually in spring, and the fine waves turn red in the evening. -"Picnic, Castle Peak Millennium Hero" Lu You

It's raining and it's clearing up, and there are residual photos on the embankment. -"Picnic, the tiller doesn't laugh" Lu You

5. The hotel is impermanent, so it is not easy to travel lightly. Get lost and ask the farmer to make the transition to a fishing boat. -Yang Wanli

6. The picnic rice is fragrant and jade is cooked, and the village mash is oily. When you return to your hometown, you can send it everywhere. -Yang Wanli

7. Castle Peak is a thousand-year-old hero, but three glasses of muddy wine are poor. Visit the ancient ruins and find a butcher to sell pulp. -Lu you

8. During the vacant and enthusiastic conversation, Huo Ran woke up like a fever. Life will come to an end in a hundred years. Who can expect things to change? -Lu you

9. The wine is empty and silent, and I want to make a sumen smile for you. -Lu you

Poems describing picnics:

Delicious food, can after can,

Fruit snacks, a basket of carrots;

Poker racing wave,

A group of children.

Heart-to-heart conversation, mother-in-law you and me;

Push a cup and hold a lamp, and raise money alternately.

? Good days are short, but friendship is long.

Hate the seconds at noon,

The party takes a long time.

Everything is not as good as a cup in hand,

Life is coming to an end.

2. Poems describing picnics

Hu Wen Yan Bing

The spring is bright and the scenery is infinite.

My heart is surging and I am in a good mood.

A rare leisure day.

Invite some childhood friends.

Go to the suburbs to play

Bring your childhood dreams.

Bring a childhood smile.

Take a wife who loves you.

Bring cute baby eggs.

Facing the warm spring breeze

Touch the bright colors of flowers

On the vast land

Embrace the fresh nature

The children's laughter

Reminds me of my childhood.

Free life

It's really childish

Dig some wild vegetables on the hillside.

Blow the willow whistle and pick some elm money.

time flies

Time stood still.

Our children

Can't feel our childhood

At that time, nobody cared whether you were hungry or not.

Just drink some river water to satisfy your hunger and eat.

How happy and carefree children are today.

Adults take it for fun.

Spread a tablecloth on the grass and have a picnic.

Chicken, fish, eggs, drinks and western food.

Enjoy it and push it.

Happy and cheerful.

-Happy, happy! ! ! !

3. What are the poems about "picnics"?

1. Song. There was no land next to Yang Wanli's "Picnic Ape and Rattan Tree", and one day the forest suddenly opened.

Feng Dan tree is in the distance, and yellow leaves are dark spring. Moss brocade and silver grab the stove, and reed velvet jade tent felt.

Join the army and beg for mountains and rivers. 2. Song. Yang Wanli's "White Sand Picnic" was painted at the foot of the mountain for a long time. There was no shop or beaded cooking.

The whirling white stone burns the tripod, but the green oil is a wild house. At first glance, the flat land is fertile, with only withered reeds and cold reeds.

What's wrong with sleeping in the wind? Jade and Qionglou belong to the canal. 3. Song. Lu You's Wild Travel is impermanent, so it is not easy to travel lightly.

Get lost and ask the farmer to make the transition to a fishing boat. Wild rice cooks jade, and village mash is slippery.

There's nothing wrong with going back to China. You can send it everywhere. 4. Song. Lu You's "Wild Prosperity in Late Summer" is open again, and God tries to hold hands in autumn.

Scattered small cities are out of the forest, misty and rainy. The earth and rice are fragrant, and the curtains sell new cakes.

Go back to the ship and chase the gull, without urging the city to die. 5. Wei's "Wangchuan Cabin after My Long Rain" stored rainwater in the forest, and slowly emitted smoke, steamed quinoa and boiled millet.

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.

Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .

4. Poems describing picnics

Yan Bing, Hu Wen, has beautiful spring scenery and unlimited scenery. My heart is filled with emotion. It's rare to have a free day. Invite some childhood friends to play in the suburbs, bring childhood dreams, childhood smiles, loving wives, lovely baby eggs, touch bright flowers in the warm spring breeze and embrace fresh nature in the vast land. The children's laughter reminds me of my childhood. It's really childish to dig some wild vegetables on the hillside and blow the willow whistle to collect some money ... Time flies, and our children still can't feel our childhood. At that time, we didn't care whether we were hungry or not. We just need to drink some river water to satisfy our hunger. Children nowadays are so happy and carefree. Adults can spread tablecloths on the grass with their play, have a picnic, enjoy chicken, fish, eggs and drinks, and enjoy western food. We are happy. ! ! .

5. sentences describing picnics

1. After a while, the instructor divided our military school classes into their respective "territories" and announced the start of the picnic. The whole grass beach has become extremely lively. Our group soon divided the work, digging stoves, collecting firewood, carrying water and washing vegetables ... everyone was busy nervously.

After a while, we began to have a picnic. Let's set up the stove first, then put black charcoal in the iron stove, then put it on the grill, then wash the chicken wings, tie them with bamboo sticks, bake them on the stove, finally put some pepper and finally put some thyme.

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I kept fanning the fire, and a fragrance floated out. Our meal is cooked! The students in charge of cooking made winter melon soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and scrambled ham with eggs. It smells good! It makes my mouth water.

Some students in our group are responsible for fetching water, washing rice and vegetables, collecting firewood, and I am responsible for making a fire.

When we arrived at the picnic site, we all took out firewood, bowls, chopsticks and food from the car.

6. We took out what we had prepared before. Mom and dad dug a pit and built a stove. I took out pots, bowls, chopsticks and other tableware.

7. Come to a river beach, which is the destination of our picnic. The beach is flat and beautiful, and it is a good place for picnicking.

8. We split up. Zhang Shiming fires, Jiayuan washes rice, and rice is cooked in a pressure cooker. Some students choose vegetables, wash vegetables and add firewood.

9. My classmates and I arrived at school early with pots and pans, rice and other things. At nine o'clock, we lined up neatly, sang beautiful songs and walked happily to the suburbs. Unconsciously came to the destination of the picnic.

6. Ancient Poetry I'm looking for a poem about a picnic in the countryside in the long summer.

Picnic ape vine under the tree

Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli

There was no land next to it, and the forest suddenly opened.

Feng Dan tree is in the distance, and yellow leaves are dark spring.

Moss brocade and silver grab the stove, and reed velvet jade tent felt.

Join the army and beg for mountains and rivers.

Picnic on Baisha sand

Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli

If you want to cook, there are no shops and no beads.

The whirling white stone burns the tripod, but the green oil is a wild house.

At first glance, the flat land is fertile, with only withered reeds and cold reeds.

What's wrong with sleeping in the wind? Jade and Qionglou belong to the canal.

Yexing

Year: Song Author: Lu You

Hotels are fickle, so it is not easy to travel lightly.

Get lost and ask the farmer to make the transition to a fishing boat.

Wild rice cooks jade, and village mash is slippery.

There's nothing wrong with going back to China. You can send it everywhere.

Business prosperity in late summer

Year: Song Author: Lu You

Mo Yun closes and opens again, and God tries to hold hands with Qiu.

Scattered small cities are out of the forest, misty and rainy.

The earth and rice are fragrant, and the curtains sell new cakes.

Go back to the ship and chase the gull, without urging the city to die.

After a heavy rain, I was in Wangchuan's cabin.

Wang Wei

Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet.

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.

Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .

mountain-stones

Han Yu

The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple.

When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.

Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.

Make my bed and prepare rice soup. The food is rough, but it is enough to fill my stomach.

It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.

At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.

The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.

I met a stream on the road, stepped barefoot at the foot of a stone, and the sound of running water blew up my clothes.

These things can make life happy in themselves, and you must become a man.

Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?