Ancient poems and sentences about peas

1. Looking for the "bean" poem in Cao Zhi's seven-step poem

Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.

Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

Hongdu Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Su Shi Pei dou Zhou

Don't you see that the traffic is busy and the shaft is broken, and Gongsun hastily carries bean porridge.

Wet salary breaks the stove and burns clothes, and hunger and cold help Liu.

I didn't see Jingu knocking on the ice grass and Chun Mu, and all the dishes under the account were beautiful.

Pingdou porridge does not preach Buddhism, so it manages "Century Theory".

If the war is not over, I will get drunk.

I don't know my body and mind, but I know the world really smells.

Is it like a thousand hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, and the morning smoke is lonely on the eaves?

The ground is as smooth as jade, and the boiled beans in the sand bottle are soft and crisp.

Desperate, selling books and begging the boss to live.

I dragged my hair to your house while listening to chicken crowing and porridge cooking.

Tangyincheng pea and barley porridge shows the third son Su Shi.

The wild side of the crescent moon is bare, and the river is yellow and dusty.

Qiu Lin dark bean paint, summer drought Jian wheat people.

On the contrary, blisters are precious.

The green class crunched the gums according to chopsticks.

Jade food thanks the old official, and the wind meal will chase the minister.

What happened to drift? I only send this body.

There is nothing wrong with arguing about more food.

How to be a guest in Wan Li? I'm three years old.

Answer Li Ren's thanks and struggle. Huang Zhou listens to construction.

Bean porridge can drive away the cold at night and tastes better with the public.

I know that there is a tripod in heaven, and I look to the mountains to cook.

Qingpingle. Villager Xin Qiji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.

I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Niu Xiji, health inspector.

The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow and has no intention of reunion. Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.

Peach pulp is cracked all day long, and benevolence is in my heart. Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.

Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong

This road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, and the Polygonum hydropiper beside the water is purple and red, reflecting dark green brown leaves.

After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are collecting red beans.

At the bottom of the tree, you can raise your hand.

Magnolia/Yulouchun Mojiang River

What is the limit of your immediate desire? There is no half south branch outside the wind.

Dong Jun didn't teach anything, and even now he doesn't care.

Don't blow tall buildings after three lanes. It's amazing. It hurts.

Don't be too tired after apricot blossoms, such as when the beans are green.

Yong Yu le Jiang kui

I have been with my husband for a long time. Don't grow beans like Yang Lang and Nanshan, and make a small profit. The clouds are straight up, and the princes are anxious, which is bitter plum on the roadside. Five thousand words, old age, willing to teach creation. Dong Gang remembers that when he came to Yu Xu together, it was difficult to calculate the time. Mr. Liu is sad and opposed to Ruan. Not as a neighborhood. Dragon dry white, brothel Zhu Ge, often dream of locust ants. But it's not that good, and it's full, and the old man is not drunk.

Bai Zhu Shi Hao

It's freezing, the breeze is blowing gently, and the fragrance is scattered frequently. The spirit is graceful and restrained, who envies living in a house. Explore the spring in Jiangnan. Hate no company. Whispering who cares, snow is frost and envy. And figure Shaoling East Pavilion bitter poetry. Being a jade is annoying. Cherish it. The fence is dry, the moon is bright and dusk, the water is shallow, and the red dust is not polluted. Just like the famous painter Dan Qing, he stopped using elements. Don't follow the flowers, strong plum and less light for a moment, drifting with self-love. I'm afraid Jinmen and Baoding will come here from time to time. He threw branches and beans into the air.

Wang Guowei, a red bean word

Autumn in the south can be helpless, holding red beans for a few strokes.

Burden is a heartless thing, who will pay for his leisure?

2. The sentences describing peas. The clusters of pea flowers seem to have grown tall, and Hua Teng is still around the calyx on the low eaves.

That year, the sun was shining, my mother and I were walking in the pea field, and the pea flowers were like dancing butterflies, bringing us a country sky. Mom said that pea flowers are not roses, but petals of grain, and full grain is a rich life in rural areas.

The pea flowers growing alone in the corner are not lush, but the white flowers are particularly conspicuous, and flowers are wrapped around the calyx. Sentences describing peas.

The small white petals are thick, which inevitably leaves a deep impression that a few drops of crystal dew have disappeared. Under the sunshine, it exudes the most vivid fragrance of flowers, vaguely revealing a beautiful and clean soul that can't be expressed in words ... I was still recalling a question and was surprised to find that the clusters of pea flowers turned into fresh peas.

An idea suddenly occurred to me. Pea flowers can be turned into peas for people to eat. The reason why they are so beautiful is to give themselves better.

3. Write a pea poem in a hurry and get pea and barley porridge in Tangyin City, showing that the third son (Su Shi) is naked in the wild, but the river is yellow.

Qiu Lin dark bean paint, summer drought Jian wheat people.

On the contrary, blisters are precious.

The green class crunched the gums according to chopsticks.

Jade food thanks the old official, and the wind meal will chase the minister.

What happened to drift? I only send this body.

There is nothing wrong with arguing about more food.

How to be a guest in Wan Li? I'm three years old.

Drum Scraping Club (Wang Zhe) Drum Scraping Club, which is very popular. Peas are better than wheat when they come out. Then, five colors. Green, red, yellow and black are whiter. There are also five squares. Steamed, fried, boiled and eaten raw. Stir-fried and cooked

4. The sentence describing Doudou landed lightly in panic and watched my dear mother gradually disappear into the darkness with great horror.

This cluster of pea flowers seems to have grown taller, and Hua Teng is still around the calyx at the edge of the low eaves.

That year, the sun was shining, my mother and I were walking in the pea field, and the pea flowers were like dancing butterflies, bringing us a country sky. Mom said that pea flowers are not roses, but petals of grain, and full grain is a rich life in rural areas.

The pea flowers growing alone in the corner are not lush, but the white flowers are particularly conspicuous, and flowers are wrapped around the calyx. The small white petals are thick, which inevitably leaves a deep impression that a few drops of crystal dew have disappeared. Under the sunshine, it exudes the incisive fragrance of flowers, vaguely revealing a beautiful and clean soul that can't be expressed in words. ...

I was still remembering a question, and I was surprised to find that clusters of pea flowers turned into fresh peas. An idea suddenly occurred to me. "Pea flowers can be turned into peas for people to eat. They are so beautiful, is to give yourself a better ... "

A happy little squirrel lies under the pea flower, listening to the sound of flowers blooming; A corn stood on tiptoe, watching her mother kneel down and carefully catch bugs for pea leaves, or tickle pea flowers, as if to treat children, touch or comfort them; A group of ants who don't know the thickness of heaven and earth have climbed the green vine, waiting to take away the sunshine seeds on the pea flowers; Some fingers and eyes began to capture the color of the sun, jumping and walking back and forth in the fields.

On the plain, yellow rape flowers and purple pea flowers are embedded in the green highlands, like a beautiful picture.

5. Literary poems about pea flowers. Remember those pea flowers? Years later, they all left. Your dear Lily left with that pea flower dream and chose another happiness that we all longed for. She is very happy. Did you get a look at him? I really saw the happiest smile in her life that day, but this happy smile no longer belongs to you.

What's your oath to her? I'm just hurt. Now we won't be together, let alone meet, will we? But I still look at you standing in that familiar alley, as if still waiting and longing.

When I opened my diary, I was suddenly surprised to find that the pea flower sandwiched on page 10 a long time ago was beautiful in shape, but it had turned yellow.

More than ten years have passed, and the days of humming to school with a small schoolbag on your back have all become the past.

You won't change your promise for more than ten years. Maybe you can walk through this long life holding hands with others, but do you know that for her, you give her not only a care, but also a kind of young and ignorant love.

I took my dream through the trajectory of time and came to today more than ten years later. Pea flower has gone, replaced by another kind of rose that every girl longs for.

It is dazzling, but I seem to be particularly afraid of this thorny rose, afraid that I will get hurt if I touch it. I began to miss those humble little pea flowers, those pale yellow petals, those needle-like leaves, and those cotton candy-like platycodon grandiflorum, which gave me too many romantic fantasies.

I tried to think, if there were not so many bumps and troubles, would the story of pea flower continue? I'm fumbling for the final answer. In midsummer, live like garbage.

There is a stench in the air everywhere. Maybe even we can't remember where we left our daily necessities. How many people will there be? My favorite hairpins, broken hoods, rubber bands, and many more.

Those silly looking at cute stickers, wallpaper that was very popular at that time, and those beautiful girl soldiers.

Those paper cranes, stars, hearts folded by themselves, those beautifully cut paper-cuts, and those lyrics written by themselves.

All this will disappear, too much regret, too much love stored here, too many memories will pass. I really don't know if I will lose myself in the end.

If I forget myself, if I am not myself, if all this is just a fantasy, if all this is just a dream. Then I won't be so sad, so sad, so sad.

Right? (Article Reading Network:) With your own growth, your mind is gradually mature. I have lost too much, experienced too much, and people have changed. Now, I'm afraid of my peace of mind. When I really became a bystander in the world, I began to know nothing about myself and gradually disappeared.

What should I do? What did I get in return? Time has taught me to connect one story after another, but it has not told me how to stop it. I began to learn to listen to soothing songs, I learned to really smile, I learned to look at the sky quietly, no longer sad.

I began to learn to accept the reality silently and stop doing meaningless struggles. These are all taught by time.

Also, how to accept, how to cherish and how to let go. It taught me that the most important thing is not to be forced.

Looking around all this, I still accept the reality frankly. Let yourself grieve again, let yourself cry again.

I hope to keep going with the dream of pea flowers, keep going. Now, we are no longer walking in the direction of looking at each other, but back to back and never meet each other. From thousands of miles to Wan Li, this is not only the distance on the journey, but the inner distance.

The sadness in your heart is greater than death. Since it is doomed, please smile. This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road extended to both ends.

People who meet again can't meet again. Cherish the people you meet and don't say goodbye.

6. Poems missed in rainy days, I hope there is the word "pea" in the sentence:

The rain is full of thoughts, loving my heart bit by bit.

Pea pods is round, fragrant and hazy.

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1. Pea:

Annual climbing herb, 0.5-2m high. The flowering period is from June to July, and the fruiting period is from July to September. The whole plant is green, smooth and hairless, covered with powder cream. Leaves with 4-6 leaflets, stipules larger than leaflets, leaflike, heart-shaped, with fine teeth at the lower edge. Lobular ovoid; Flowers solitary or arranged in racemes in leaf axils; Calyx campanulate, deeply 5-lobed, lobes lanceolate; Corolla has various colors, which vary from species to species.

2. Acacia verse:

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, the fourth poem.

Red bean shrubs grow in the south, and many branches will sprout in spring-Wang Wei's acacia.

Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? -Wen, "Two Songs of Nan Gezi".