Poetry about the bumper harvest of crops

1. Poems about crops 1, "Returning to the Garden, Part III"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

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.

Translation:

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.

2. "Two Poems for Farmers"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen

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?

Translation:

As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

3. Paddy fields

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Green waves and spring waves are full of clouds. ? Fat.

It's not just the little egret, flying through the clouds to the painting.

Translation:

The straw growing on the hillside is gratifying and the seedlings are fat. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, the green waves of terraced fields roll and reach the sky. Over this green ocean, countless egrets soar freely, just like flying into a natural color painting screen.

4. "Between ten acres"

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

In a big mulberry field, young girls lead Santos leisurely, and they sing together to go home.

In the adjacent mulberry fields, beautiful girls leisurely picked Santos, and they chatted together.

Translation:

In a big mulberry field, young girls are holding Sando leisurely, singing and going home together.

In an adjacent large mulberry field, beautiful girls are holding Sando leisurely, and they turn around and go home together, talking and laughing.

5. "Geng Xu got early rice in Xitian in mid-September"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Life belongs to the Tao and food and clothing are solid. Don't camp at all, for safety? In spring, I try to do business, and my working years are considerable.

Go out diligently in the morning and come back in the morning. There are two buildings in the mountains, and the atmosphere is cold first and then hot. Isn't Tian Jia bitter? It is difficult to resign.

Four-body sincerity is fatigue, and ordinary people are no different from doing it. Wash under the eaves, fight for wine and splash your face. Far from drowning, it matters for thousands of years.

I hope so, and I can't regret it.

Translation:

Returning to life is common sense, and food and clothing come first. Who can abandon this matter and feel at ease? Farming began in early spring, and the annual harvest was still considerable. Go to work in the fields in the morning and take rice home at sunset. Living in the mountains is full of frost and dew, and it is cold before the season. Don't farmers work hard? I can't get rid of this difficulty.

The body is really tired, but fortunately there is no disaster entanglement. Wash and rest under the eaves, and drink happily with a smile. Thousands of years of seclusion are closely related to me. I hope I can grow up like this. I am willing to plow.

2. An ancient poem (wǔ gǔ) describing the bumper harvest in agriculture.

Interpretation of "Fengdeng": Playing in the sun at harvest time. It means good weather and good crops this year.

"Liu Longtao and Tao Jiangli" says: "It is the rainy season, when the crops are abundant and the country and the people are safe."

Look at cutting wheat.

Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is another poor woman with her son in her arms. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

3. I wrote a poem 1, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded, about the spring rain making crops harvest. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

3, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -Zhinan's "Jueju"

4, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

5, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.

6. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

7, the spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat in the wild. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou

8, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an

9, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not have to be returned. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Flying in Front of the Cisse Mountain"

10, the wind and rain send the spring home, and the snow flies to welcome the spring. -Mao Zedong's "Yongmei"

1 1, Mr. reporter returns, apricot blossom spring rain in Jiangnan. -Yu Ji's "The Wind Into the Pine, Send Ke Zhongjing"

12, "Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow." -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"

13, the spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin. -Xu Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake"

14. When will I return to Zhejiang Tide? No one knows how many bridges you have crossed on the cherry blossoms. -Su's "Ten Skills Poems, Choose Two"

15, pigeons outside the forest rested in the spring rain, and apricot blossoms flourished on the first day of the house. -Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia"

16, wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak. -The article "More leaks, longer wickers"

17, begonia red, near green. -Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren Bookstore

18, Guo Jing's feelings changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan. -Yu Ji "Listening to the Rain"

19, there is no fragrance in Chai Men, and there is fireworks and spring rain in Shanjia. -Guan Xiu's "Two Walls of Shushan Mansion in the Spring Festival Evening"

20, a water ringing East and West Temple, spring rain washing North and South Mountain. -Zhang Fu's "Drawing a Picture"

2 1, the human spring rain is enough, and the wind and thunder are brought back to Italy. -Su Zhe's "Li Mountain Villa's Eight Habitats Cloud Room"

22, a few days happy spring sunny, a few nights worried about spring rain. -Gao's "Bufu Fanxi Lake Living Room Yin Zhai"

23, the spring rain is as fine as dust, and the wicker outside the building is yellow and wet. -Zhu Dunru's "Good things are as fine as dust in the near spring rain"

24, a spring rain full of plows, a touch of sunny wind. -Ye Yin's Plowing and Fishing

25, outside the setting sun, the spring rain is enough, and the wind wrinkles a pool of cold jade. -Li Zhiyuan's "The setting sun falls outside the plum wind"

26, the spring rain is continuous, and the new valley is getting longer. -Xin Qiji's "It's a thing to live in a red mountain in the boundless river"

27, spring light, faint fragrance. -Kong Yi's "Partridge Sky, Bright Moon is Beautiful"

4. Poem about autumn corn harvest 1, Joy of Harvest Author: Shun Jifu In the field of modern autumn, all corn stalks are holding a big stick, waiting for people's harvest. Some of them are holding two rural tricycles and tractors in order to win honor. All night, they were covered with golden corn and ran into thousands of households on the country road. People's happy mood is like corn packed in the yard being squeezed out of the door. Some are still hanging on trees, and dust can't cover people. It is said that this year is another bumper harvest, with white clouds floating in the blue sky. I don't know who sent it. When people saw the carts and cars pulling corn, they all smiled and rushed to tell the news. Corn Author: The modern west wind is blowing. Corn craned its neck and looked at the empty road in the distance, waving long leaves and began to whisper. Every corn is scrambling to say, every corn has a lot of words, and the voice is getting louder and louder, so that I can hear what the corn is saying, which is carefully wrapped layer by layer. This secret is becoming more and more powerful and precious. Who can know 3, sun-dried corn Author: Butterfly modern autumn farm work has a profound meaning. A grain of millet grows in spring and harvests in autumn. Ten thousand seeds long for happiness. No Dow reaps the romance of Spring and Autumn from sweat. Since ancient times, it has been realism, that is, Chun Geng and Xia Yun probe into farmers' stories from a corn. The bell resounded through the depths of history. The village of Tao is hazy and warm, and the village of people is far away. In yiyi market, chickens crow and dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees jump in specimen pictures. I like corn, simply drying corn, taking over from my parents' class, pretending to be a poem from the countryside, and talking to Sang Ma with our cup in my hand will continue to write a new chapter for the biography of corn and corn ... 4. The corn is ripe. Author: Red Butterfly Modern corn is ripe and stands on the edge of autumn. The corn is ripe, and the tall and straight plants are like an idea. Even if the stems and leaves wither, keep the seeds full, grateful and rain or shine. It is a temptation to learn all the lyrical and coherent spring and autumn brushwork in Long song. The history of each kind of corn has rich memories, and peaceful planting is not a simple repetition. The metaphor of grain is praised by words as life-the fragrance of corn has been passed down from generation to generation and has become a glorious history. People die for money, birds die for food, and the instinct to survive is undeniable. When the corn is ripe, reach out and touch the golden sunshine and gather it in your palm. The glory of summer is full of ups and downs. As we all know, the hardships and experiences of life are the process of harvesting a corn and the interpretation of life. When the corn is ripe, I will travel far away hand in hand with my ideal. The new scenery is as fascinating as history. I want to be a traveler in autumn and winter. Will also be eager to use corn to satisfy hunger and continue the story of life ... 5. Peel corn Author: The golden corn in the golden autumn of Pakistan is ripe, but the corn cob will leave the palace before the due date, so people have to have a caesarean section to show a golden smile. The fingernail, which has not been trimmed before, is a ruthless scalpel, liberating the awesome teenager but leaving a broken corn cocoon casually. That is a mother who has been pregnant for several months.

5. Poetry describing the bumper harvest of wheat

Author: (Tang) Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.

Among them, the sentence describing the mature harvest of wheat is "At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow."

1, the wheat is covered with long yellow (Tang Bai Juyi's "Watching Wheat Cutting")

2. Planting Wheat in Gaotian (Han Han's Anonymous "Ancient Songs")

3. Mature wheat (Tang Du Fu's "Send the Secretary of Senior Three and Fifteen")

4, barley dry wheat yellow (Tang Du Fu's "Barley Line")

5, but better than barley (Wang Yuan's "Drum Scraping Society")

6. Write the poem "Yellow Sand Road Night Xijiang Moon", which is about the harvest of farmers in autumn.

Song Xin qi Ji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

This poem was written by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty, when he was relegated to Jiangxi.

This word deliberately describes the night scene of Huangshaling: bright moon and breeze, sparse stars and sparse rain, cicada singing, rice fragrance and frog singing. The whole poem describes the mountain village scenery in summer night from three aspects: vision, hearing and smell. It is a masterpiece of rural life in Song Ci.