Modern transplanting poems

1. What poems describe transplanting rice? 1. "Poetry of transplanting rice" Author: Qi Dynasty Author:

Reach into the field with green seedlings and lower your head to see the water in the sky.

Six clean paths are paths, and retrogression is progress.

2. "Guangling Biezheng Chu Shi" Author: Gao Shi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Sunset knows parting, and spring breeze won't hurt your heart. If you are happy, you will be hurt.

Streams are comparable to fishing, and rivers are resistant to transplanting. Life is only for this, and this is also the pride of Emperor Xi.

3. "Nostalgia Mountain in Early Summer" Author: Lu Younian Author: Song

In April, the Jinghu Lake was clear, and the boat at Baita Hongqiao had passed. When the plum rains are fine, transplanting rice seedlings and playing drums, and picking ling songs at the sound of flat peaks.

Indulge in books, lead songs, and indulge in madness. Who says I'm six thousand miles away? I can see the fish in my eyes.

4. "Cold Sky Village" Author: Cai Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Under the breeze and smoke, one pole and three boards transplant rice boats.

Tian's kitchen is thin and full of green skirts.

5. "Don't drive like rain" Author: Liao Wei Weng era: Song Dynasty

Transplanting in the North and South Mountains, the weather is stronger than last year.

Since then, nothing has been done, and the stars are half cold.

6. "Shun Wulin into Yanping" Author: Chen Zao era: Song Dynasty

Every family has its own physiology. Trees plant young crops, and springs flow with fairy pestles.

Recall the Han emperor in Xinjiang and sail south. The night is even more sad, and the hostel is even more beautiful.

2. The poem "Guangling Biezheng Chu Shi" about transplanting rice seedlings.

Year: Tang Author: Gao Shi

Sunset knows parting, and spring breeze won't hurt your heart. If you are happy, you will be hurt.

Streams are comparable to fishing, and rivers are resistant to transplanting. Life is only for this, and this is also the pride of Emperor Xi.

Officials looked around to make up for the rice border and returned to the water.

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

Dong Tun Da Jiangbei, Baiqing Ping case. There are many green rice in June, and thousands of beds are in chaos.

Transplanting is suitable for the cloud, and water should be diverted for irrigation. If more servants go to Fangtang, the canal will be broken.

Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought in the infiltration. The Lord kept asking his courtiers, and he clearly saw his companions in the stream.

Sandy Jiong Cui Yu gave birth to Han Yin. Gulls come to the mirror and look at the mountains and clouds.

Autumn turns black rice, and fine chisel spreads white charm. Jade grains are cooked in the morning and red and fresh.

Finally, I added travel food and made a spectacular suffering period. There are many ears left, and my warehouse is full of vines.

3. The poem "Guangling Biezheng Chu Shi" describing rice transplanting.

Year: Tang Author: Gao Shi

Sunset knows parting, and spring breeze won't hurt your heart. If you are happy, you will be hurt.

Streams are comparable to fishing, and rivers are resistant to transplanting. Life is only for this, and this is also the pride of Emperor Xi.

Officials looked around to make up for the rice border and returned to the water.

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

Dong Tun Da Jiangbei, Baiqing Ping case. There are many green rice in June, and thousands of beds are in chaos.

Transplanting is suitable for the cloud, and water should be diverted for irrigation. If more servants go to Fangtang, the canal will be broken.

Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought in the infiltration. The Lord kept asking his courtiers, and he clearly saw his companions in the stream.

Sandy Jiong Cui Yu gave birth to Han Yin. Gulls come to the mirror and look at the mountains and clouds.

Autumn turns black rice, and fine chisel spreads white charm. Jade grains are cooked in the morning and red and fresh.

Finally, I added travel food and made a spectacular suffering period. There are many ears left, and my warehouse is full of vines.

Nostalgia for Laoshan in early summer

Year: Song Author: Lu You

In April, the Jinghu Lake was clear, and the boat at Baita Hongqiao had passed.

When the plum rains are fine, transplanting rice seedlings and playing drums, and picking ling songs at the sound of flat peaks.

Indulge in books, lead songs, and indulge in madness.

Who says I'm six thousand miles away? I can see the fish in my eyes.

Time rain

Year: Song Author: Lu You

When it rains, plant awns, and plant them in the fields.

Every family is beautiful in wheat and rice, and songs are long everywhere.

I am an idle farmer, and I will always pay for bamboo beds.

It has been falling for a long time. I love this rain.

The courtyard is full of strange sounds and vines are fragrant.

Yingying's clothes can't be wet, so she advised me to take them.

That is, fortunately, there is nothing, and the international sea is agriculture and mulberry.

Wild old people are not poor, singing songs and worrying about the Tang Dynasty.

Dongtunxing

Year: Song Author: Bai Xun

The rainy rice border is full of spring water, and the transplanting is not half green or short.

Ma Chen chased Dongtun and looked north at Shanban.

One river washes away the thoughts in the gorge, and the distant forest divides the weather.

The source of the long weir is low and the beach is ringing.

Nakata Jiantian also has a Lu, who flies to the summer resort.

Li's son is now a landlord, and Shaoling ancestral hall is suspected to be the former residence.

Lengtian village

Year: Song Author: Cai

Under the breeze and smoke, one pole and three boards transplant rice boats.

Tian's kitchen is thin and full of green skirts.

Adapting Wulin to Yanping Boundary

Year: Song Author: Chen Zao

Every family has its own physiology.

Trees plant young crops, and springs flow with fairy pestles.

Recall the Han emperor in Xinjiang and sail south.

The night is even more sad, and the hostel is even more beautiful.

Li Tongjiang takes the second rhyme as a reward.

Year: Song Author: Feng Bogui

Pray that the rain will be stored sincerely, and you will feel that the rich years are far away.

Reeling silk cocoons into white silk, and transplanting rice turns green.

Just drink wine, grow fragrant buds and let the earth shine.

Keeping orders and loving the people must be done both inside and outside, and you are the weft and I am the classics.

"Happy Rain Farewell Four Musts"

Year: Song Author: Wei Liaoweng

Transplanting in the North and South Mountains, the weather is stronger than last year.

Since then, nothing has been done, and the stars are half cold.

Nineteen miscellaneous songs on the way from Anren to Zhang Yu

Year: Song Author: Zhao Fan

Farming urges people not to rush to the center, and planting seedlings is not busy.

The Tian family is bitter, and I often run away. I am ashamed and hungry, and I am walking to the side of the road.

4. Poetry about transplanting rice "Guangling Biezheng" Time: Tang Author: It is easy to break up at sunset, and it will never hurt your heart.

If you are happy, you will be hurt. Streams are comparable to fishing, and rivers are resistant to transplanting.

Life is only for this, and this is also the pride of Emperor Xi. "official looking around to fill rice and return water" Time: Tang Author: Du Fu Dongtun Dajiangbei, Baiqingping case.

There are many green rice in June, and thousands of beds are in chaos. Transplanting is suitable for the cloud, and water should be diverted for irrigation.

If more servants go to Fangtang, the canal will be broken. Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought in the infiltration.

The Lord kept asking his courtiers, and he clearly saw his companions in the stream. Sandy Jiong Cui Yu gave birth to Han Yin.

Gulls come to the mirror and look at the mountains and clouds. Autumn turns black rice, and fine chisel spreads white charm.

Jade grains are cooked in the morning and red and fresh. Finally, I added travel food and made a spectacular suffering period.

There are many ears left, and my warehouse is full of vines.

5. The poem "Guangling Biezheng Chu Shi" describing rice transplanting. Time: Tang Author: It is easy to break up in the sunset, but it will never break your heart.

If you are happy, you will be hurt. Streams are comparable to fishing, and rivers are resistant to transplanting.

Life is only for this, and this is also the pride of Emperor Xi. "official looking around to fill rice and return water" Time: Tang Author: Du Fu Dongtun Dajiangbei, Baiqingping case.

There are many green rice in June, and thousands of beds are in chaos. Transplanting is suitable for the cloud, and water should be diverted for irrigation.

If more servants go to Fangtang, the canal will be broken. Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought in the infiltration.

The Lord kept asking his courtiers, and he clearly saw his companions in the stream. Sandy Jiong Cui Yu gave birth to Han Yin.

Gulls come to the mirror and look at the mountains and clouds. Autumn turns black rice, and fine chisel spreads white charm.

Jade grains are cooked in the morning and red and fresh. Finally, I added travel food and made a spectacular suffering period.

There are many ears left, and my warehouse is full of vines. "Early Summer Huaigu Mountain" Year: Song Author: Lu You's Mirror Lake in April, clear and quiet, a boat on the White Pagoda Hongqiao.

When the plum rains are fine, transplanting rice seedlings and playing drums, and picking ling songs at the sound of flat peaks. Indulge in books, lead songs, and indulge in madness.

Who says I'm six thousand miles away? I can see the fish in my eyes. When it rained: Song Author: When traveling on land, it rained and planted awns, and all the fields were planted.

Every family is beautiful in wheat and rice, and songs are long everywhere. I am an idle farmer, and I will always pay for bamboo beds.

It has been falling for a long time. I love this rain. The courtyard is full of strange sounds and vines are fragrant.

Yingying's clothes can't be wet, so she advised me to take them. That is, fortunately, there is nothing, and the international sea is agriculture and mulberry.

Wild old people are not poor, singing songs and worrying about the Tang Dynasty. "East Tunxing" Time: Song Author: The rice bed is full of water due to rain and spring, and the transplanting is not half green and half short.

Ma Chen chased Dongtun and looked north at Shanban. One river washes away the thoughts in the gorge, and the distant forest divides the weather.

The source of the long weir is low and the beach is ringing. Nakata Jiantian also has a Lu, who flies to the summer resort.

Li's son is now a landlord, and Shaoling ancestral hall is suspected to be the former residence. Year of "Village": Song Author: Cai Wei, under the breeze, transplanted rice with one pole and three boards.

Tian's kitchen is thin and full of green skirts. "Suitable for Wulin to enter the Yanping boundary" Time: Song Author: Chen Zao people crowded the cave, every family is physiological.

Trees plant young crops, and springs flow with fairy pestles. Recall the Han emperor in Xinjiang and sail south.

The night is even more sad, and the hostel is even more beautiful. "Two Rhymes Appreciate Li Tongjiang" Time: Song Author: Feng Bogui and he prayed for sincere rainwater storage, and they felt that the harvest year was far away.

Reeling silk cocoons into white silk, and transplanting rice turns green. Just drink wine, grow fragrant buds and let the earth shine.

Keeping orders and loving the people must be done both inside and outside, and you are the weft and I am the classics. "Don't drive like rain" Year: Song Author: Wengshan, Beishan, southern rice planting, the weather is stronger than last year.

Since then, nothing has been done, and the stars are half cold. Nineteen poems on the way from Anren to Zhang Yu. Time: Song Author: Zhao Fan farming urges people not to rush to the center, planting seedlings is not busy.

The Tian family is bitter, and I often run away. I am ashamed and hungry, and I am walking to the side of the road.

6. What sentences describe transplanting rice? 1. Rough two points, pointing out that the blue waves are rolling, the autumn scenery is full of gardens, life is full of hope, and the country is rich and rich. Isn't it great! In autumn and winter, I can smell the fragrance of rice and fruit, listen to the snow flooding Songtao, and stroll in the vast Yuan Ye, arousing my temperament and flaunting the sun and the moon, which is called "the dung of Wan Huhou".

For thousands of years, farmers have been busy in familiar rice fields with their faces facing the loess. Maybe it's years of hard work, maybe it's a professional in our nature, maybe it's the hope of faith inherent in my heart. Every spring season, they silently repeat those details in the rice fields. In front of their eyes, there is a green dot, a green line and a pile of green edges. It is a paddy field, a ridge, a world covered by thick green uplift. They use hard sweat to color the earth, work hard for their children with persistent beliefs, and contribute in obscurity without complaint or regret. Accumulate wealth in labor and find happiness in busyness.

3. The roots of the transplanted seedlings must be injured, and they can't get up in the first few days. After they turn green, they are full of vitality, exquisite and elegant, filling the fields with youthful breath and giving you a bright smile. Looking at green seedlings everywhere, you will sigh that nature has given us the best reward for our efforts.

4. I planted two plots of land in the evening and overfulfilled the original plan, which finally reassured my mother. After a brief cleaning, I took a camera, took a walk in the evening and took a few small scenes at random. During the day, the noisy countryside gradually quieted down, cold smoke rose from ponds and rice fields, and the atmosphere of late rest was already strong. In the dusk, I feel the vastness of Yuan Ye and breathe all the breath of life. My body is immersed in it and my heart is misty. ...

Transplanting is a physical activity of all men, women and children in rural areas. On a hot summer day, from a distance, rows of people with their backs to the loess step on water that seems to have been cooked by the scorching sun, and the seedlings separated by their right hands are inserted into the mud one by one to ensure neatness and order, which is convenient for manual weeding and harvesting in the future.

6. In the south of the Yangtze River during the Qingming Festival, azaleas are everywhere. After Grain Rain, it often rains in Mao Mao. However, in rice fields, farmers wear hats, tie hemp fibers, hold rice seedlings in their hands and bow their heads in their pockets. Anyone who has done this kind of farm work knows that transplanting rice seedlings is a hard job. We should not only see the distance between the seedlings with our eyes and hands, but also keep moving by the toughness of our spine and arms, and at the same time keep the whole body retreating accurately. ...

7. I am looking forward to planting trees, and I regard planting trees as a kind of fun, because there are many experiences, many pleasures and many satisfactions. Its sense of accomplishment even deserves to be described as "great". A generation of leader Mao Zedong has something to say; "Pointing out the mountains and rivers, making bold remarks, manure was in Wan Huhou that year." Look at farmers: pointing out the mountains and rivers, transforming the mountains and rivers, and paving the splendid countryside in Wan Li.

8. At dusk, all the seedlings moved to new homes, and I felt very tired. I look back at my field. In a muddy yellow water, countless green seedlings stand neatly, just like a guard of honor waiting to be reviewed. Looking at these soldiers who belong to me, I have a little satisfaction in my young mind.

9. In some places in the field in the depression, there is a deep pit called "cold immersion field". Transplant it gently and slowly. If the vibration is a little heavier, it will sink, and the more it moves, the heavier it will be. In severe cases, both thighs will sink, and only someone can help you pull them out. I was busy transplanting rice when I came out. Some pits are really untenable, so let others move a board. You climb on the board and stretch your arms to plant seedlings in the open space.

10, the old hand will put the root under the water, and the root will face outward, and wash it with moderate force for ten times, without hearing too much noise. The roots have been washed clean and fresh, which is fast and labor-saving. Unlike novices, people will soon be weak, weak in the back and sweaty. People are like withered eggplant seedlings, and even the spirit of speaking is gone.

1 1. There are azaleas everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River during the Qingming Festival. After Grain Rain, it often rains in Mao Mao. However, in rice fields, farmers wear hats, tie hemp fibers, hold rice seedlings in their hands and bow their heads in their pockets.

12, early rice transplanting should be before May Day. In the early spring, the cold wave struck, and the white and tender bare feet were inserted in the field. The bones are like thousands of needles, and the whole body is trembling. Put it in a row and it becomes a big carrot. Late rice is planted in hot season, and the sun shines on the back. The hot air in the field hit my cheeks, and everyone was sweating like rain, sweating like rain, and I was inseparable. The physiological limit is at its peak.

13, the seedlings have been cultivated for a long time. They are green and waiting for farmers to step on them. Pulling out seedlings involves the work of adults, including some elderly people. Because when pulling seedlings, you can sit in the water with a stool without bending over. So when the seedlings are pulled out, there are always many men, women and children gathered in the rice fields. They talked and laughed loudly while helping with their work.

14, long leaves. Seen from a distance, it is thick green. Just because of the direct seeding of rice seeds, there are almost no people in the field, and the work that was supposed to be carried out quietly seems to have been completed. Nowadays, in a flat field, it is a memory and a landscape to occasionally see six or seven people bending over in a rice field, transplanting rice one by one and rising and falling step by step at the same time.

15, transplanting rice seedlings is a hard and happy thing. I think of a quip of a cloth bag monk in the Tang Dynasty, "Reach out to Noda, bow your head and you will see the water in the sky." Six clean squares are rice, and retrogression is originally forward. " In the hot sun, all the girls are dressed in colorful clothes, but standing in the rice fields is more scenic. At the beginning of the transplant, everyone had an equal division of labor, and five or six girls stood side by side. Every girl wants to stand out in front of everyone.