Poetry about farmers' farming

1. The poem Silkworm Girl describes farmers, farming and land.

When I went into town yesterday,

I came back with tears in my eyes

Those who are covered in Luo Qi,

Not a silkworm raiser.

Tao-Mei (Song)

Tao used up the dirt in front of the door.

There are no tiles on the house.

Fingers are not stained with mud,

Linlinju building

"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen

Weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate,

Every grain is bitter.

"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen

Plant a millet in spring,

Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

The farmer is still starving to death.

Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"

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.

The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles.

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.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved 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 see this, and I can't forget it every day.

2. The poem "Silkworm Girl" about farmers, farming and land entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.

Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. "Taoren"-potted soil in front of Mei (Song poetry), with no tiles in the house.

A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud. Compassion for Farmers —— Shen Li hoes the grain at noon and sweats the grain.

Who knows that every meal in the plate is bitter. "Compassion for farmers"-Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers are still hungry to death. Bai Juyi's "Watching Wheat" Tian Jia has few idle months, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles. 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.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved 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 see this, and I can't forget it every day.

3. What are the poems about farmers, farming and land? "The Battle of the South of the City" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai fought last year, Sang Ganyuan, and this year, the onion river.

Wash the soldiers at sea to help the waves, and put grass in the snow in Tianshan Mountain. During the Long March, the three armed forces aged.

Xiongnu cultivated by killing. In ancient times, they only saw white bones and yellow sand. The Qin family built a city to avoid Hu, and the Han family also had a bonfire.

The bonfire is burning and there is no time to fight. Fight to the death on the battlefield, and the defeated horse will howl at the sky.

Black kites peck at human intestines and fly with dead branches. Soldiers are careless, but generals are empty.

But knowing that soldiers are killing weapons, saints should use them. In the Tang Dynasty, the Tian family of Wei cultivated the fields, and a wisp of morning smoke rose from the well.

Birds are singing in the garden, but they sleep alone. Unconsciously, I got up and looked at the sky.

The four bodies are relaxed and the mood is awkward. Still under Mao's eaves, thinking about wine.

The government is in charge of the government, and bamboo slips are currently in surplus. When you are in the forest, you can enjoy all the mountains and rivers.

If you don't meet the Ming dynasty, you will die. Passing through the old village of Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. "Tour Shanxi Village" Song: Lu You does not laugh at the muddy wine of farmers, but raises enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

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. "Stay in the Summer Home of the Rime Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai stayed in the Rime Mountain, lonely and unhappy.

The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.

I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. "Looking at Wheat Cutting" in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's family is idle, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer. There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her 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.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry. There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of 20. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

In the Tang Dynasty, Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds 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? .

4. When will the bright moon in Jiang Nanan shine on me?

In the spring morning, I woke up in a happy mood, surrounded by birds singing.

All love can't keep almonds out of the wall.

Spring returns to the earth, spring blooms, Changchun

Beautiful spring

Bright: beautiful and lovely. It describes the beautiful and lovely scenery in spring.

there is a chill in the air in spring

Chill: slight cold. Describe the cold in early spring.

Chen Haiyan Ming

Spring is blooming and the scenery is bright and gorgeous.

seasonal view

Flowers in spring, the moon in autumn.

Every grass and tree in spring (ch ū n hu and cún c m:o)

Chunhui: the sunshine in spring; It is a metaphor for parents' love for their children. An inch of grass: an inch of grass; Metaphor children's infinite gratitude to their parents.

spring returns to the earth

It seems that spring has returned to the earth. It describes that the cold has passed, and warmth and vitality have come to the world again.

Spring and Jingming are beautiful in spring, chilly in spring and blooming in spring.

Spring blossoms, flowers are dark and grass is bright, and warblers fly, sing and dance.

Colorful flowers, colorful flowers, colorful willow, colorful flowers.

5. Ask for a poem about farmers' spring ploughing map. Li Shen's "Benevolence of Peasants" II

Plant a millet in spring,

Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

The farmer is still starving to death.

Xin Qiji Qingpingle Village Residence

The eaves are low and small,

Green grass by the stream.

Drunk and charming,

Who has white hair?

The big-eared hoe fights west and east,

Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop.

I like the death of children best,

Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers.

Country April

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.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

6. The poem "Silkworm Girl" describing farming entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.

Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. "The Pottery Man"-The door of Mei (Song Poetry) is full of pottery, but there is no tile on the house.

A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud. Compassion for Farmers —— Shen Li hoes the grain at noon and sweats the grain.

Who knows that every meal in the plate is bitter. "Compassion for farmers"-Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers are still hungry to death. Bai Juyi's "Watching Wheat" Tian Jia has few idle months, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nanbaigang.

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.

What are my advantages today? Du has never set foot 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 see this, and I can't forget it every day.