Poems praising whole grains

A poem about Xiaomi 1 What are the ancient poems about Xiaomi?

Yun Daihui painted Wang Mian.

I was born a fan of mountains and rivers, and the mountains I see are as sweet as honey. The ancient trees were blackened by smoke, and the distant mountains were harsh in the setting sun.

Danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but also a quiet enough to comfort the elderly. Look at the clouds on the road, they are more cut, not added because of millet.

Ke si Wang Mian

Rags hang soft hair, and short hair is autumn wind. Wenshui long fish white, Tengzhou millet red.

Human feelings are different today, and so was Hakka last year. Outside the Guanshan Mountain in Wan Li, it is lonely and magnificent.

Jizhou road middle section Wang noodles

I went to Jizhou Road and meditated in the ancient imperial city. In the past, the soil and water were still bandits, and Yu Gong's books were different.

The villages and docks in the battlements were covered with rain and snow. A bunch of thin frozen birds, foxes whistling, dying plants.

Cold clouds covered my towel and the cold wind split me. When you exhale, you will be covered with a moustache.

Watching fireworks during the trip, there are few people living on the roadside. Millet can't be bought, nor can mud mash be bought.

Mulberry roots in earthen houses are like wine. Wandering around, asking the old man, can you borrow my kitchen?

The wild old man greeted me with a smile and hugged me. Hot water warms hands and kang warms the body.

Ding Ning, don't wash your face, it will break your skin. I know what old means. Drive away the servants slowly.

Secretly ask CSI? Yun is a Confucian scholar. Since the Great Dynasty, I have learned a lot about bandits.

The people are registered as defenders, and they are called archers. Good children and grandchildren are no different from dogs and pigs.

I am old now and don't know a word. There is no test of allusions. What is propriety?

Speaking of my grandfather, it hurts more than my bone marrow. As soon as I heard this, I shook hands for nothing.

When is it possible to go to heaven? I can't bear to cry, I'm in the southwest corner.

2. Poems describing grain millet

Xu Zixiu paints landscape songs by: Yuan Kaixia's high hall is cold in the daytime, but Qing Xu's painting is still wet.

The smoke is hidden in the deep mountain of osawa, and there seems to be a snake in the dark. Xiangyang Xiaomi teacher Dong Yuan is not affected by rope ink.

In a blink of an eye, Wan Li is natural, and Fangshan Shangshu knows the virtuous. Into a white cloud, covered with sunny peaks, General Li's family is beautiful.

I'm afraid to retreat and dare not move forward. So far, people in the sea are fighting for it. Only when you get two opinions, profit and loss are often stagnant.

Before the intention of nature, the pen is boundless. The year before last, I wrote about the foothills of the forest for my guests, and hundreds of flying springs flew out of the valley.

I'm too drunk to sleep, and I'm worried that the waves will roll over the hut. The long embankment winds like a line, and it hides in the depths of the jungle.

The house boat is not closed, and the flowers are everywhere. I admire Childe Xu, I have been stunned for twenty years.

Ande Xiaoxiang thousands of feet Water also painted a place to grow melons in the east of the city. Pudong female author: Wang Feng Pudong huge room luxury, Pudong editor for advice.

The martyrdom of men and women is unnecessary, and men and women are too busy to even kiss Sang Ma. Pigeons call rain and azaleas purple, and barley can smell better than millet.

While wrapped in green cloth, bare bicycles are fighting for water. Low water and high intensity are easy to rest, and paddy fields are missing.

The seeds of this grain are like melon seeds, but wild crows don't steal them from voles. The yellow grass is thin and windy, and the sun looks pale and smoky.

Poor in the south and poor in the north, bran powder follows suit. A rice girl sends tea to each other, and the layman is the new head of state.

My wife was honored to worship the lady's maid, embroidered bamboo wheels and took photos of the countryside. Cattle and sheep descended to earth with tears in their eyes.

The woman herself is different, and she has returned to the west of Yang Zhu. Fang Hu Yunshan's rotten picture and Dr. Hu Shigong's title: Su Boheng's "My Home's Sea and Moon Picture", shaped by Xiaomi's hand, walking on the precipice, with Hengtuan in the north and Lu Heng in the south.

Changfeng keeps blowing, and there is a ghost. The stone forest suddenly opened and returned to the desert, and the thunderstorm was urgent.

Zhang Shang felt that the world was small and desolate, and let nature take its course. Three hundred years later, the Si people spread the brushwork to the square pot.

The old news is that there are twenty-four fairy rocks, and the cloud window is foggy. Jinxi blends with jade, and Qionglin is quiet at night.

It's interesting to hold a square basin. The original paper is dyed more than a foot. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and there are no bluebirds. The trees are still full of apes.

Starting with Yu Shixin, take care of Qianzhu. The exhibition makes me feel so relieved that Yunshan is everywhere.

Peach blossoms in Wuling are in full bloom in spring, while osmanthus trees in Huainan are not withered in autumn. Try to smile proudly at the Golden Horse Department. It turns out that I am from the East.

Begging for He Xingyou's letter of commitment, you must take the cloud as a car when you travel far. Cangwu not only visited the Jade Emperor's tomb, but also visited Yu Shu.

If it is a twig, climb the East China Sea from the left, turn green clover on the right to find weak water with real diameter, and use Zhang Qiong to support the flight. There is nothing cold to wash your ears and something cold to mend.

I drink my own cup, grandma. Who can scratch aunt ma? Temples are not affected by snow, and the sun and the moon make them jump like pills.

After Xuan Profu's solution, he planned to go to the sea to entertain himself. Chunyu Village Author: Zheng Zhulou blowing mountain breeze, around the east and west mountains.

If you sit on a boat and close the window of the canopy, it will be foggy and rainy all around. Building blocks are embraced by Zhouyi.

Open and aboveboard, soul mate. The bottle can hold half a barrel, and the wonderful truth lies in the stomach.

The Ming dynasty was cold and empty, and Ji Bei Chang. Don't be careless when picking slaves. Pick them in baskets and cook them for Weng.

The right army turned to win the post praise Author: Tang people are more complacent about copying posts, who changed the eternal goose web beauty. Are you dreaming of drawing deer and painting cakes crazily?

If you feel sorry for Zhang Er, you can put a flag on it. Who can prove that copper pills and blue clothes are bothering Xiaomi?

Song Zhai autumn chant blowing Huangcun Seven Rhymes Author: Autumn according to Wu Zhi's strategy, there are different things, upstairs looking at the mountains, looking at the night. Even if the building is far away from the mountain, it is just like a millet painting clouds.

Three authors of Hu Feng Lake: Xiaomi, assistant minister of Liu Kezhuang, was born late, and the lay man in Longmian was far from breathing. I don't know whether I am a painter or not. I can write a picture of the Jade Pagoda.

Jizhou Road Author: Wang Mian I went to Jizhou Road and meditated in the ancient imperial city. In the past, the soil and water were still bandits, and Yu Gong's books were different.

The villages and docks in the battlements were covered with rain and snow. A bunch of thin frozen birds, foxes whistling, dying plants.

Cold clouds covered my towel and the cold wind split me. When you exhale, you will be covered with a moustache.

Watching fireworks during the trip, there are few people living on the roadside. Millet can't be bought, nor can mud mash be bought.

Mulberry roots in earthen houses are like wine. Wandering around, asking the old man, can you borrow my kitchen? The wild old man greeted me with a smile and hugged me.

Hot water warms hands and kang warms the body. Ding Ning, don't wash your face, it will break your skin.

I know what old means. Drive away the servants slowly. Secretly ask CSI? Yun is a Confucian scholar.

Since the Great Dynasty, I have learned a lot about bandits. The people are registered as defenders, and they are called archers.

Good children and grandchildren are no different from dogs and pigs. I am old now and don't know a word.

There is no test of allusions. What is propriety? Speaking of my grandfather, it hurts more than my bone marrow. As soon as I heard this, I shook hands for nothing.

When is it possible to go to heaven? I can't bear to cry, I'm in the southwest corner. Hakka Author: Wang Mian rags hang soft, and short hair is blown by autumn wind.

Wenshui long fish white, Tengzhou millet red. Human feelings are different today, and so was Hakka last year.

Outside the Guanshan Mountain in Wan Li, it is lonely and magnificent. Theme Rice Painter: Wang Mian, I'm sitting on a scenic wonder, and the mountain is as sweet as honey.

The ancient trees were blackened by smoke, and the distant mountains were harsh in the setting sun. Danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but also a quiet enough to comfort the elderly.

Look at the clouds on the road, they are more cut, not added because of millet.

3. What are the ancient poems describing Xiaomi?

Wang Yuan cotton, rice and Hui Yuan theme painting.

I was born a fan of mountains and rivers, and the mountains I see are as sweet as honey.

The ancient trees were blackened by smoke, and the distant mountains were harsh in the setting sun.

Danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but also a quiet enough to comfort the elderly.

Look at the clouds on the road, they are more cut, not added because of millet.

Ke Wang Siyuan noodles

Rags hang soft hair, and short hair is autumn wind.

Wenshui long fish white, Tengzhou millet red.

Human feelings are different today, and so was Hakka last year.

Outside the Guanshan Mountain in Wan Li, it is lonely and magnificent.

Ji Zhou Dao zhong Wang Yuan noodles

I went to Jizhou Road and meditated in the ancient imperial city. In the past, the soil and water were still bandits, and Yu Gong's books were different.

The villages and docks in the battlements were covered with rain and snow. A bunch of thin frozen birds, foxes whistling, dying plants.

Cold clouds covered my towel and the cold wind split me. When you exhale, you will be covered with a moustache.

Watching fireworks during the trip, there are few people living on the roadside. Millet can't be bought, nor can mud mash be bought.

Mulberry roots in earthen houses are like wine. Wandering around, asking the old man, can you borrow my kitchen?

The wild old man greeted me with a smile and hugged me. Hot water warms hands and kang warms the body.

Ding Ning, don't wash your face, it will break your skin. I know what old means. Drive away the servants slowly.

Secretly ask CSI? Yun is a Confucian scholar. Since the Great Dynasty, I have learned a lot about bandits.

The people are registered as defenders, and they are called archers. Good children and grandchildren are no different from dogs and pigs.

I am old now and don't know a word. There is no test of allusions. What is propriety?

Speaking of my grandfather, it hurts more than my bone marrow. As soon as I heard this, I shook hands for nothing.

When is it possible to go to heaven? I can't bear to cry, I'm in the southwest corner.

Wang Mian (1287 ~ 1359), a native of Qiaofeng, Zhuji, Zhejiang, was a famous painter, poet and seal engraver in Yuan Dynasty. He was born in poverty, herded cattle for others in his childhood, and became a success by self-study.

Wang Mian is aloof and disdainful of powerful people. His poems sympathize with people's sufferings, condemn powerful people, despise fame and fortune, and describe pastoral seclusion. Zhu Zhai Ji consists of three volumes and two sequels. I love plum blossoms all my life, planting plum blossoms and Yongmei, and attacking and painting plum blossoms. The painted plum blossoms are dense, full of business, vigorous and powerful, which has a great influence on future generations. The paintings that have been circulated in the world include Early Morning Picture of Nanzhiquan, Meme Picture, Three Gentlemen Picture and so on. Can manage printing, make seals with flower milk stone, and the seal cutting technique is wonderful. There is a biography of Ming history.