Poetry about rural women

1. Find and write poems about left-behind women in rural areas. Here are four related poems:

1, rural left-behind women

(Heshui Zuo)

Sighing the mountain and swallowing the sunset alone, Mu Yan returns to the beams.

Flowers bloom in spring and summer, and dreams are warm and cool.

2. Labor village

(Heshui Zuo)

Young and strong, the quiet house in the village is quiet and empty.

Tian Xiatian, the old lady crane head Weng.

3. A new map of spring ploughing

(Heshui Zuo)

In April, farmers are busy, men stay away from work, and women are self-reliant.

Daughter-in-law plows camel's youngest son, and mother-in-law cooks with rice seedlings.

4. Have you been in love recently? Wife of migrant workers

(Heshui Zuo)

A bundle of family letters sleeps on the same pillow, hugs and reads, and the soul is a peasant woman. Night dreams greet thousands of Baidu, and the southeast road is far away.

Flowers bloom in cold and summer, waiting for you, looking at the bright moon. Spring planting and autumn harvesting are repeated, but acacia is very bitter in farming.

(Selected from China Poetry magazine)

2. Looking for and Writing Poems about Rural Left-behind Women Here are four poems about rural left-behind women: 1, rural left-behind women (Heshui Zuo) look at the sunset and sigh, and Mu Yan both return to the roof.

Flowers bloom in spring and summer, and dreams are warm and cool. 2. The working village (Heshui Zuo) is young, far from work, and the secluded houses in the village are quiet and empty.

Tian Xiatian, the old lady crane head Weng. 3, a new picture of spring ploughing (Heshui Zuo) In April, farmers are busy in spring ploughing, men are far away from work, and women are self-reliant.

Daughter-in-law plows camel's youngest son, and mother-in-law cooks with rice seedlings. 4. Have you been in love recently? The wife of migrant workers (Heshui Zuo) is a peasant woman who sleeps, hugs and reads with a bundle of family books.

Night dreams greet thousands of Baidu, and the southeast road is far away. Flowers bloom in cold and summer, waiting for you, looking at the bright moon.

Spring planting and autumn harvesting are repeated, but acacia is very bitter in farming. (Selected from China Poetry magazine).

3. The sentence describing village women is 1. Her skin was dark, and the accumulated wind and frost left a deep mark on his face. A pair of eyes are full of vicissitudes and helplessness after experiencing wind and frost, as if she had long been used to suffering.

She is an out-and-out rural woman who has been busy all her life. She has silver hair, but she is still farming endlessly. She has never enjoyed a really happy time. She burns herself like a candle and illuminates others.

I think she was in a hurry and didn't pay much attention. But I looked at her figure carefully. Perhaps this is what some people call rural women, although I don't agree. Yellow face, yellow teeth and clothes are gray and dirty.

My mother is a rural woman, who has earned a living for decades and has to do housework during the day. She is simple, but great.

A Chang's many "defects" in his thought and character are all the results of the poison of feudal thought-it is not so much her fault as her misfortune. This old mother whose surname has been forgotten is a typical representative of rural women in China, Chichiwa-kind, sincere, loving and caring for children.

Today, my brother and I went to my grandma's house in the country to play. My brother went to a woman's house to play. Unexpectedly, he was bitten by her dog. We asked her to pay the medical bills, but she refused to pay for the dog. We refused to admit it when we said we would call the police without paying compensation. On the contrary, we curse the people there. We think this is unlucky. Some women in the countryside are really sexy and have no quality!

7. I carefully studied this village girl with pigtails, and saw that she was wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of gray trousers, with a shy smile on her dark face and a pair of bright big eyes under heavy eyebrows constantly scanning everything in the room.

8. Sister Xianglin: When I first came to work in Luzhen, I "followed my eyes", showing the characteristics of contentment and hard work. Although she still "follows her eyes" in Luzhen, she "has some tears in her eyes and her eyes are not as energetic as before.

9. Trembling out, she wore a so-called white blouse, which was tight on her body, and her flesh almost squeezed out of the blouse, just like an ugly and cheap commodity on display. She held her head high, rolled up her sleeves and approached Baelish, as if she had walked into a wrestling field.

10. On the country road, some women are carrying a bamboo basket, wearing a simple white coat with a blue flower pattern, a pair of white cloth pants, a thick black hair is light and simple, and the broken hair at the temples is casually behind their ears, which is quite simple and frugal.

1 1. She is an ordinary rural woman. She is not tall. She often wears a short coat, short gray hair and a blue square towel. When she smiled, her eyes sparkled with kindness and kindness.

12. The vegetable seller is a rural woman. Her face was rough by the wind, like unglazed pottery, and her lips were covered with skin.

13. My aunt never goes out and stays in the countryside where there is no room for development. It may be convenient to take care of the elderly grandmother; Probably taking care of two children at home; Maybe she is reluctant to let go of a few acres of land at home ... in short, she only lives in our province.

4. Poetry about the countryside 1 Children in the countryside: "March in the countryside is far from memory" I have to admit that although Xiang is still nestled in the sea of rape blossoms, the countryside in March is really far from memory, hunting snails, catching bees and chasing Huang Die.

Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing peach petals and hanging spring around the neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to give themselves to the TV and shut out spring with their mothers who are closer to mahjong than mud. 2. Rural Youth: "He is not welcome in spring" He once sang spring in children's voices and tilted his vision to the balance of rural campuses. The spring breeze without melting rain and the hard gardener who greeted him are barren rural fields. He can't grow into a big tree and run to the city all his life. He scattered like dust on the assembly line of the factory and returned to beginning of spring with the tide of migrant workers in Spring Festival travel rush. He is not as popular as firecrackers in spring. The purse was empty for several years in a row, which was enough to blow him to pieces. 65,438+08 years old, barely patching up the future. It's too far. His thin youth is really not as green as the new grass behind the house. 3. Rural women: "The sun shines obliquely on the south window", which is suitable for picking cotton in the afternoon. Brother's sweat evaporated on the scaffolding in the city. Sister-in-law and sister-in-law are sitting at home in the sun. Speaking of the trouble that the sun can't shine, the urea saved in Big Brother's teeth is not worth the two storms in summer. Those fallen cotton buds, those who can't wait to be white, yellow and purple, are dead. All my sister-in-law's expectations are complaining that more than ten acres of land are too light to pry her son's college expenses. Why don't we leave the hoe together next year, stay away from the dirt and go to Guangdong and go to the garment factory? 3. Country old man: ◎ Mother-in-law in the cotton field, you said that three feet of cotton lured you into the cotton field that year. This progress has been nearly sixty years, and you have never come out since you dyed your old moss. There are always so many reasons to stay that several baskets can't hold it. You printed them on your forehead and carved them in the corner of your eyes until your grandson told your grandmother to "don't study hard and grow cotton with me", just like you did then. You said-with threats, stand up straight and tell Miantian your last wish, "I can't walk any further, so don't ask your children for money." In the cotton field, you have become a silver-frosted cotton stalk, the biggest cotton ball. How humble the old farmer who sang in front of the abandoned theater was. These old sparrows in the countryside can't compete with the climate all their lives, and they are looking for food all their lives. Now, they begin to re-examine the theater with wings as old as theirs, and lock themselves in a sad grave with rust. Then a three-step green tree, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place a country drama flowing in blood. The old lady basking in the sun at the door of the old house is walking in the budding heart, with flowers blooming and stumbling at her feet. The old is not just a memory. Now, you like sunshine more and more. You don't talk about rain and snow, but sigh about the war between the house and the mop. Speaking of the liquid "pictures" on the small flower quilt, you like doors and armchairs more and more. You start to give your feet a holiday, pay more attention to the tendons in your hands, and occasionally comb the wind and frost scattered on your head according to the sunshine. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

5. Write an ancient poem "July" describing rural life, which is called "the oldest four-season pastoral poem in China" by Qian Zhongshu, and it "describes the hard work and hard life of farmers.

However, this poem did not play an exemplary role; The pastoral poems of later generations, such as Jiang Yan's Miscellaneous Poems, are all models of Tao Qian. "("Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty ") filariasis in July, clothing in September.

The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce. No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.

With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south! Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.

The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry? Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted. The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.

Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August. Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork, cut far and wide, as the mother mulberry.

Singing in July, achievement in August. I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son.

Beautiful in April, singing in May. Harvest in August and fall in October.

A day to raccoon, fox, for the child. The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.

Privately, publicly available [7]. In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.

July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed. The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.

Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room. In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked.

Peel dates in August and get rice in October. To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.

Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and eat our farmers in September. Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.

The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled. Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.

The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope. I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.

The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied. On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.

First frost in September, washing the floor in October. Friends drink and say they killed the lamb.

When you are in court, you can call him a man with great courage and infinite longevity! Note: The Wind is a poem in the area of Lu, consisting of seven articles. Gong Liu, the ancestor of Zhou Dynasty, moved to the place where he developed. He is located in Xunyi County, Shaanxi Province today.

There are many old customs of Zhou people in this area. "Its people have the heritage of their ancestors. They are good at farming and doing their work. Therefore, it is said that farming and mulberry have food and clothing, and they are prepared. " (History of Han Geography) The poetic style is broad, joyful but not festive (Note of the twenty-ninth year of "xianggong" in Zuo Zhuan): At dusk in July, Mars sets in the west: the wind is cold and strong.

Li Lie: It's very cold today. The next day: 1 1 month, 1 February 3, the fourth day:1month, February: renovating farm tools. Tiptoe: Tiptoe farming: Give people food at night: Yin Jun, the housekeeper in charge of farming: Cang Geng: Huang Li Yi Basket: Mulberry-picking Deep Basket: Female, slave girl.

Almost: fear reed: a growing reed. Xun: Sound guns, axes and holes with handles. Square fish: sound bureau, shrike.

Achievements: spinning hemp, Kong Yang: Very vivid: grass name, that is, polygala tenuifolia. Diamond: sound, cicada falls: vegetation leaves.

Similarity between pronunciation and saliva: aggregation. Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on.

Yan: the sound is exhausted, but: the name of the tree. Yan: Plum is a broken jar: picking gourd.

Uncle: Clean up the green hemp. Yinju Tea: silver soil, a bitter vegetable.

First sound, Ailanthus altissima: sound track, late planting early-maturing grains: sound pottery, rope hidden: ice room: sound four public, wine reward: July describes the production, labor and life of farmers all year round, reflecting rich productive labor content and strong solar terms customs. Poems are mainly in chronological order, described by month, classified, vertically opened and closed, and each section has an empty space and a picture.

From the beginning of farming to the end of harvesting and offering wine, the women who delivered rice, the girls who picked mulberry, the farmers who went to the fields, the knights who hunted, and the nobles who served in public offices all had their own characteristics. During this period, the overall style was unified in chronological order, which avoided the rigidity of narrative, enhanced the image of poetry, and especially highlighted the characteristics of genre painting. Tao Yuanming's poetry collection belongs to five poems of Yuan Dynasty, one of which is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, and his love for autumn mountains.

Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. 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. The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.

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.

Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.

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. Fourth, I went to Shanze for a long time and enjoyed myself in the wild forest.

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. Excuse me, what is this person like? The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death".

"A lifetime in a foreign land" is really true! Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. Fifth, feel sorry for yourself, the calendar is rough.

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.

Tao Yuanming is the first person in the history of China's poetry to take rural life as an important creative theme. The poet lived in an extremely dark society but insisted on lofty ideals and interests, which finally forced him to completely break away from the ruling class and upper class and return to the countryside. In twenty years' pastoral life, I have created a lot of pastoral poems. Among the existing 120 pottery poems, works describing rural scenery and farmers' lives account for a large proportion.

This made him the founder of China's pastoral poetry. Tao Yuanming's pastoral poems include five "Returning to the Garden", five "Migration", two "Hebo" and twenty "Drinking".

These poems "describe the beautiful scenery of the countryside and simple living of the peasants, and praise the significance of labor and the happiness of participating in labor." History of China Literature, Institute of Literature, China Academy of Sciences.

During the Kaiyuan and Tianbao years of the Tang Dynasty, social stability and economic prosperity provided poets with material conditions for a leisurely life, and the ruling class advocated Buddhism and aging, which also created a special kind of politics.

6. What are the ancient poems describing rural life? 1, go to Shanxi Village.

Author Lu You, Song Dynasty

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Vernacular translation:

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In Fengshou Island, hospitality dishes are very rich.

The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.

The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs.

In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

2. April in the country

Author Weng Juan, Song Dynasty.

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Vernacular translation:

The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight.

The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving.

April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

3. Rural residence

Author Gao Ding Qing Dynasty

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Vernacular translation:

In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around.

Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank.

The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery.

After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.

4. Country night

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.

Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.

Vernacular translation:

In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.

I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.

5. "Living in a stream is the best."

Author Cui Daorong, Tang Dynasty.

Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze will blow into the fishing bay.

The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men.

Vernacular translation:

I wonder who didn't tie the boat outside the fence. The spring tide rose and the ship was blown into the fishing bay.

A child was having fun when he suddenly found a boat sailing into the bay. He thought it was a guest from the village and ran back to drive Chai Men.