A poem about cutting rice

1. Autumn Harvest Rice Poetry: Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains, Wang Wei, Empty Mountain after Rain, Standing on Autumn Night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Bamboo belongs to the gentle and graceful girl, and lotus leaves make the fishing boat.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. In the autumn night, Bai Juyi is hazy and breezy in the pool.

If you feel cold, you will know that the crane is in the cage. The appearance changes with the years, and it declines like a thing.

The night frost is thick and the pear leaves are half red. Autumn snow in the south Liu Yuxi looks at autumn snow in Nanling, and thousands of people are born early.

Stay in the horse when you have time and look at the high shutters. The fog cleared and the branches rose, but the lead powder remained in the sunset.

Suitable for Qujiang, the reflection into the blue. Du Muyu, a Zen temple in Yangzhou, cicadas are singing in autumn.

Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. There is wind and rain in Meitang, thunder under the feet of Su Shi's tourists, and the dense clouds can't turn away.

In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It is very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks beat the drums to urge it.

I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. Autumn window wind and rain, Cao Xueqin autumn flowers bleak, autumn grass yellow, Qiu Guang long. Autumn windows are endless. How can wind and rain help autumn rain? How quickly can it break through the autumn window? Qiu Meng's green arms can't stand sleeping. From the perspective of Xiang Qiu's picture, it is tears that are moved, tears that are shaken, and Ruo that is short-lived and takes care of sadness. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window? No rain, Luo Yu can't let the autumn wind residual leakage, and the autumn rain is urgent, even

2. What are the poems about "Harvest Rice in Autumn"? Fan Chengda's poem "Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi" in Song Dynasty is about autumn rice. know

Source: Shajiang Village Road, Huanxi-Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Ten miles in the west of the field are ripe fragrant rice, hibiscus fences are long with bamboo filaments, and the fruits are green and yellow.

The dense fog knows that the autumn morning is wet, and the thin clouds cover the sun and noon, so there is no need to fly over to protect the army.

Golden plains, fragrant rice fragrance, flaming hibiscus flowers beside the bamboo fence of the farmhouse, long green bamboos swaying in the wind, and countless green and yellow mountain fruits hanging on the branches are smiling. The fog is getting thicker in the autumn morning, and the humid air is refreshing. Thin clouds at noon covered Sun Road again, not to mention protecting my uniform with a cover.

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1, creative background of Shajiang Village Middle Road, Huanxi

Fan Chengda served as Minister of Sichuan. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Sichuan, Sichuan, Hanxiang and Huaibei were all important border towns, bordering the State of Jin, so they often had to be on guard. Therefore, during his tenure as ambassador to Sichuan, Fan Chengda often wore military uniforms when traveling. This song "Huanxisha" is probably written by a poet in central Sichuan.

2. Appreciation of Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi

Poetry takes the color change as a clue, and it is far before it is near. The first sentence is about the prospect, the golden flat land and fragrant rice. The second sentence is closer. After the red hibiscus, there are green bamboo trees swaying in the wind. The third sentence was written on a nearby hillside. The branches were covered with many mangoes, yellow and green, swaying their heads, which was very attractive. What a bumper harvest. It fully embodies the talent of this famous pastoral poet in describing the beautiful scenery of Jiangcun.

3. What are the poems about "Harvest Rice in Autumn"?

On an autumn night in the deep mountains, Wang Wei stood empty after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

Bamboo belongs to the gentle and graceful girl, and lotus leaves make the fishing boat. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

2。 "Autumn Night" Bai Juyi has a hazy smoke scene and a breeze in the pool.

If you feel cold, you will know that the crane is in the cage. The appearance changes with the years, and it declines like a thing.

The night frost is thick and the pear leaves are half red. 3。

"Autumn Snow in the South China" Liu Yuxi saw the autumn snow in Nanling, and thousands of people were born early. Stay in the horse when you have time and look at the high shutters.

The fog cleared and the branches rose, but the lead powder remained in the sunset. Suitable for Qujiang, the reflection into the blue.

4。 "On Yangzhou Zen Temple" Du Mu speaks cicadas, floating in Xiao Song Gui Qiu.

Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. 5。

"There is a storm in the beautiful hall". Su Shi's tourists thundered under their feet, and Miyun could not turn away. In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.

It is very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks beat the drums to urge it. I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace.

Autumn night? Bai Juyi Author Brief Introduction Bai Juyi (772~846), also known as Lotte, was born in Xinzheng, Zhengzhou, Henan Province in his later years. He was a great realistic poet in China in Tang Dynasty. His poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and plain language, and are known as "Poet Saint" and "Poet King". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor.

Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Bai Juyi was born in Xinzheng, Zhengzhou, Henan Province, and was buried in Luoyang.

Bai Juyi's former residence memorial hall is located in the suburb of Luoyang. Bai Yuan (the tomb of Bai Juyi) is located at Pipa Peak in Xiangshan, south of Luoyang.

[1] Poetry Appreciation Poets of all ages used to regard Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen as a school of poetry, and attributed them to popularity. In fact, Yuan and Bai are both famous people, but their temperament, personality, interests, hobbies, habits, origins and experiences are different, and their poetic styles are also very different.

Su Shi once said: "Yuan is lighter than white customs." The so-called light, not light and frivolous, but light and light.

Although it is still vulgar, it is bright and colorful, beautiful and complicated; Bai Juyi advocates light words. Therefore, Yuan Zhen is gaudy and vulgar.

Yuan is good at coloring and Bai is good at painting. Tian Wen, a poetry critic in the Qing Dynasty, commented in the Collection of Ancient Tang Dynasty: "Lotte's poems are extremely simple and lovely, and they are often based on what is in front of them, not published by others."

Therefore, the popularity of white poetry is shallow, light and clear, which is very different from the lightness, richness and brilliance of Yuan poetry. Bai Juyi also bluntly said that he was "a tasteless poem, despised by many people" ("What is the reason for singing").

Paleness is a major feature of white poetry. It is light, tasteful and charming.

Not only that, Bai Juyi not only claimed that his poetic style advocated a light word, but also openly rejected a bright word. But this charm is not beautiful and slim, but a kind of lewdness, so he claimed that his poem was "elegant and without a word" in Preface to Yuan Zhen (Ten Prefaces to Answering Poems).

In the "Selin" written to the emperor, it also emphasized "deleting obscene words and cutting beautiful algae". In Bai Juyi's poems, although there are occasional beauties, they are not dominant.

Late Autumn Night is a good film that combines popularity and beauty. Its characteristics can be summarized as shallow, light, clear and beautiful.

The so-called shallow is easy to understand and catchy, without allusions and Austrian language; The so-called light, that is, gently into it, gently out, no rich color, no gorgeous words; The so-called clear, that is, the atmosphere is refreshing, fresh and clear, uncut and natural; The so-called beauty is radiant, innocent and pure, brilliant in literary talent and beautiful in appearance. In the vast blue sky, there is a bright moon hanging high, bright and beautiful, silent, bringing readers into a broad, bright, clear, quiet and profound realm.

Meditation under the moon, looking into space, carefree and longing, involuntarily, worried, but speechless about the moon, only inseparable. Here, the poet outlines a lonely mood.

This state of mind and the quiet moonlit night are very harmonious in tone. Zhuan Xu writes that chrysanthemums bloom, on common sense, and autumn chrysanthemums are proud of frost and snow, which is unique; But at this time, it is a broken chrysanthemum, still leaning on the sparse fence. It can be seen that the period of withering is not far away.

However, it can last for a while. As for the old phoenix tree, it can't resist the cold, its leaves have withered and landed on the cold well. Here, "flowers bloom" to "under the leaves", "residual chrysanthemums" to "rotten tung", "nearby hedgerows" to "cold wells" render a desolate and cold atmosphere.

Although it is a landscape, it is secretly sad, echoing the word "sorrow" written by the first couplet. The necklace changed from a plant to an animal.

Hong Fei, beyond the Great Wall, in order to avoid the attack of cold current, flew across the sky rapidly, from north to south, feeling that late autumn has passed; Because the days are short and the nights are long, the neighbors' crowing is delayed. Here, the poem contrasts the cold of late autumn nights by saying "Saihong flies in a hurry" to "neighbors cry at night" and "autumn is over" to "always know the night", thus deepening to a new level.

The tail couplet was returned to the writer. This is the "sad man" written in the first couplet. He is silent and lonely.

Just as he was thinking, the bleak autumn wind blew and brushed on the Millennium. The air conditioner attacks people and the clothes are too cold. There is no clear boundary between vulgarity and elegance, but they are opposite and complementary.

Elegance comes from vulgarity, elegance contains vulgarity, and Excellence is excellent. Huang Tingjian emphasized "vulgarity is elegance" (quoted by Yang Yun again), and Wu Ne also paid attention to "from vulgarity to elegance" (preface to the article).

The key to turning vulgarity into elegance lies in one word. Zhang Wei, a poetry critic in the Tang Dynasty, regarded Yuan Zhen as a "scholar" and "Bai Juyi as the main educator" in Preface to the Poet, that is, both Yuan and Bai were regarded as elegant masters.

It can be seen that elegance does not exclude fashion. Pure elegance is often quaint and dignified, but it lacks clarity and massiness; If elegance contains vulgarity, elegance contains vulgarity, and elegance returns to vulgarity, there is no trace of vulgarity, but a taste, appearance and rhyme of vulgarity.

This vulgarity is the ultimate in appealing to both refined and popular tastes. Because it is not pure vulgarity, but elegant vulgarity, which is higher than ordinary vulgarity.

Late autumn night is a masterpiece that appeals to both refined and popular tastes. As Ye Xie, a poetry critic in the Qing Dynasty, commented in the original poem: "Vulgarity and elegance are among them."

This poem goes like this. China CCTV Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, usually referred to as CCTV Autumn Night, or simply referred to as "Autumn Night", is China CCTV.

4. A paragraph describing harvesting rice Autumn is the season for harvesting rice on the farm. With the ups and downs of golden rice waves in autumn wind, members of our collection team came to Yuhu Farm to experience the working life of harvesting rice for the first time.

As soon as we walked into the farm, we saw the uncles and aunts on the farm busy harvesting rice. They are wearing rubber shoes under their feet, holding sickles in their hands and wearing neat uniforms. The whole farm is in full swing, which makes me want to go to Tanaka to experience it right away. Before going to the field, an uncle taught us the correct posture of cutting rice: standing with legs apart, holding rice straw in the left hand and sickle handle in the right hand, and cutting flat and hard between the legs. Uncle also stressed: "If you cut diagonally, the sickle will hurt your leg. Be sure to pay attention. "

I am very excited because it is the first time to cut rice. Looking at the rice swaying in the wind in front of me, they seemed to say to me, "Come on! Come on! We are mature! " I harvested one by one as my uncle taught us. Due to the limited tools prepared, students assigned to sickle cut rice, and students who were not assigned to sickle picked up scattered ears of rice at the back.

At first, we all felt fresh, smiling and full of energy. However, after cutting for a period of time, the enthusiasm of the students gradually disappeared, because the sun was too big, and every time you cut straw, you had to spend enough effort, and the students were so tired that they were sweating. Even some students scratched their fingers because they grabbed the straw too hard. It was a white and tender hand that had never experienced such physical labor. At noon, I'm leaving. I really want to go home and lie in bed at once. But looking back at the paddy field where I first worked, I am a little reluctant. Sitting in the car with mixed feelings, I thought, "I have worked so hard, I don't know how many Jin of rice I have harvested, which may not be enough for me to eat a meal!" " "Looking down at the mud full of legs, I can't help but think of the famous poem: weeding at noon, sweating down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

5. The sixth-grade farming experience activities are really colorful, such as digging sweet potatoes, pushing unicycle and carrying pole. However, I like cutting rice best.

I took a bus to the rice fields in Yushan Town. Looking around, the ears of rice were heavy, bent down, and a gust of wind blew, setting off golden waves and rolling rice waves. Very beautiful! This reminds me of a song "Golden Wheat Wave". Maybe they describe different objects, but they have the same beautiful scene, which is amazing!

When we got off the bus, we each got a sickle and a cloth glove. After listening to the old farmer's introduction on how to cut rice, we all rushed into the paddy field. Start cutting rice with a sickle! I cut rice according to the old farmer's method, crouched with my knees bent, put on gloves in my left hand, grabbed the rice rudely, and picked up a sharp sickle in my right hand to cut it to the root. The knife cut the rice hard, and when the knife crossed, the rice fell into my hand. At first, I didn't cut it well. Everything was difficult at first, but later it became more and more convenient. It took only a few minutes to cut a bundle of rice. It is really exciting! Compared with students, Zhang Yang is far ahead. Alas! I am not as good as the last one, but I am better than the last one. No, I have to catch up, so I'm preparing for a big battle.

I gathered all my strength and started working again. After all, practice makes perfect, and I soon caught up with a lot. In the sunshine, the golden rice is smiling at me! Time flies, we will leave in a blink of an eye, but I still have the pleasure of cutting rice. It's really fun and fulfilling to think of it!

During the activity, I not only mastered the essentials of cutting rice, but more importantly, I had a profound understanding of "who knows that every grain in the dish is hard".