Poems about drought and rain

1. A poem describing the rainy season after drought. The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass is far and near.

Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

The quatrains of monk Zhinan in the Southern Song Dynasty

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Zhang's fishing song.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Monk Zhinan's quatrains

Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow.

Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

Lu You's The Storm of November 4th

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

Su Shi

2. Poems describing summer drought and sigh

-Du Fu

Summer comes out in the northeast, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street. Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it?

God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command. There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust.

Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt. Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai.

Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal. I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here.

You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious. At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children.

Yuan Zhen: "The drought caused self-hatred, which led to the slaughter of seven counties."

I have heard the heart of God, and my life is clear and kind.

If I am guilty, I won't be hurt by Hu.

Hu Wei is a dry state, which harms thousands of miles.

A drought is tolerable, but its drought has become frequent.

Snow is discontented, and frost and rain do not fall in spring.

Under the imperial decree, wheat and barley were halved.

Half rent is not thin, but it is still trying to be tough.

I try my best not to be afraid. I am ashamed of my son's kindness.

Many women worship their aunts and talk to their grandchildren.

It is enough for me that corn grows day and night.

And fill in the millet tax to reward neighbors.

Without public and private responsibilities, drinking water is not poverty.

Before the words were finished, the drought revived.

It doesn't rain in June, and autumn is ten days.

If you are ignorant, you must always pray.

It's getting dark, and then worship the mud scales.

Think it over when you come back, I want to tell you.

Far from heaven, it's not like a personal relationship.

There is nothing wrong with going over and over again.

There is no reason to disturb the food.

Rolling conveyor, I'm afraid to make neither fish nor fowl.

Being a pawn is a burden, and nothing is uneven service.

There is no barley this year, thanks to Zhu Yubin.

There is nothing complicated about village officials and officials.

The operator was in a hurry to make a payment, and the duty officer was angry with the wine.

Seek punishment and punishment, and wander around without anything.

Born in a small family, I grew up in a small family and never lived in a county town.

Don't hate, don't smell anything.

Strong and rich, wine and meat, poor and unpaid.

All cases are self-inflicted, and nothing is a disaster.

Officials are divided into urban households, and land and water are superimposed.

You can't say anything until you get what you deserve.

In this case, encore is particularly pale.

By revealing the constitution, you will be protected from ghosts and gods.

Self-care is stubborn and stagnant, and sitting on the ground causes disaster.

Shame on the court, shame on the people.

Is there no god to kill you, and you are still suffering for me?

* * * kind words, comfort this song.

Water Margin "Red Sun"

The scorching sun scorched the wild rice in Tian He by half.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

3. What are the poems describing drought? 1. Water Margin Red Sun

The scorching sun scorched the wild rice in Tian He by half.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

Second, "weeding"

Qingyulong (original)

It's hard to mow the grass in the afternoon, and people are sweating.

It's a pity that heaven regrets, poor raindrop flexion index.

I hope there will be a bumper harvest this year. How about praying to God and worshiping Buddha?

Knowing that heaven and earth are unreliable, self-reliance seeks happiness.

Third, the moonlight by the river.

Don Zhang Xu Ruo

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Fourth, summer sigh.

Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

Summer comes out in the northeast, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street.

Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it?

God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command.

There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust.

Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt.

Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai.

Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal.

I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here.

You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious.

At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children.

Five, "see the wheat cutting"

(Don 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 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.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

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

Drought:

1. Drought refers to a climatic phenomenon that the total amount of fresh water is not enough to meet people's survival and economic development, and it is generally a long-term phenomenon. Drought has always been the main natural disaster facing mankind. Even in today's advanced science and technology, its disastrous consequences still abound. It is worth noting that with the economic development and population expansion, the shortage of water resources is becoming more and more serious, which directly leads to the expansion of drought area and the aggravation of drought. The drought trend has become a global concern.

reference data

It's nothing. Yuanqu in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Beijing: Beijing United Publishing Company, 2065438+June 2005.

4. The poem 1 is used to describe that after a long drought, farmers are looking forward to rain and "looking for the wind and seeking rain"-Li Yue in Tang Dynasty.

Mulberry leaves and leafless smoke come from the soil, and flute pipes welcome Longshui Temple.

Watching songs and dances in Zhumen, I am afraid that the spring sounds will swallow the strings.

After a long drought and no rain, mulberry branches can't grow leaves, the ground is extremely dry and dusty, and the land seems to be burnt by smoke; In front of the Longwang Temple, people beat gongs and drums and prayed for rain from the Longwang. Rich people watch songs and dances everywhere, but they are afraid that the rainy weather in spring will get the orchestral instruments wet and they can't make a crisp and pleasant sound.

2. Begging for rain in Xiyuan is the rhyme of Li Judicature-Song Dynasty.

Want to see Takada's comeback? , not afraid of the rugged twenty miles.

One third of the grass has been lost in the early stage, and the rain can still be saved.

If you want to see the seedlings in the alpine fields, you don't care about the distance of the road and the rugged mountain roads. After crossing the mountain, one third of the seedlings died, and even the rain could not be saved.

3. The sun is like fire-Shi Naian in the Ming Dynasty.

The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

The scorching sun seemed to burn in the sky, scorching the rice and grain in the field. The farmer's heart is like soup, and his son Wang Sun shakes his fan and cries for heat.

Extended data

Begging for rain was recorded as early as the Western Han Dynasty in China. It is a folk activity, a true portrayal of farmers' life in China, and reflects people's expectations for a better tomorrow and a better life in a harsh natural living environment.

The custom of begging for rain is not unique to China. In many parts of the world, people of different civilizations have the custom of asking for rain. Begging for rain is the product of animism, and it is also an ancient custom that people pray to God to satisfy their wishes in a way similar to witchcraft.

In China, farmers generally believe that the drought is caused by offending the Dragon King. In order to win the mercy of the Dragon King and give rain to the world, they held a series of different forms of sacrifices and prayers to ask for rain. The custom of praying for rain is very popular in Henan, Shandong, Hebei, Shanxi and the northeast and northwest of North China, but Shanxi is the most popular.

In order to have a good weather, people turn to the gods in various ways, including providing animals, praying for people, and traveling in the countryside to show off the gods to entertain them. In addition, there are symbolic performances dedicated to punishing Hiderigami for having a rain-praying god, waving mud dragons and grass dragons, weeping willows at the gate, and catching aquatic animals such as snakes, fish and frogs as rain-praying creatures.

5. Sentences describing drought sentences describing drought

This is a dry summer. The water in the Don River opposite the village has become shallow. What used to be a torrent is now a shoal. When cows walk across the river bank, water even reaches their backs. Every night, the dreary summer heat blows from the mountain to the village, and the wind blows the fragrance of grass into the air. The sun-dried Chrysanthemum morifolium on the pasture is burning, and the sweet quinoa covers the banks of the Don River like an invisible tent. At night, the sky on the other side of the Don River is covered with dark clouds, and the thunder is dry and rumbling, but not a drop of rain falls on the land steamed by the hot air. The lightning keeps beating and divides the sky into many sharp blue fragments. Owls howl in the bell tower every night. Horrible cries spread throughout the village, and owls flew from the clock tower to the graveyard trampled by calves and hummed on the top of the brown grave covered with weeds.

The cracked earth seems to be the weathered wrinkles on the old man's face, so clear and profound, so helpless and sad.

The third sentence "drought without love" means infinite warmth on earth. When this drought is shrouded and this spring rain is watched, don't forget that there are a group of people like us, you and I, who are doing our bit for drought relief and adding a hope for this spring.

On the cracked disciple, a fish struggled desperately, but finally, the brilliance in its eyes faded a little and remained motionless.

The fifth sentence "drought without love" is the infinite warmth of the world. When this drought is shrouded, when watching the spring rain, don't forget that there are still a group of people like us, you and I, who are making our own modest contributions to drought relief and adding a hope to this spring.

In people's expectation, time slowly squeezed into Er Fu's arms, and the weather became hotter every day, just as people hoped. The sun is like a fireball splashed with oil, burning in the sky, emitting burning anger. Even the only hidden cloud is in the transpiration of the sun, and the fly ash is extinguished. The cicada in midsummer hides in the elbow and armpit of the tree, and it is too hot to call out. The earth was baked by the sun into a red copper color, and the steam on the ground climbed up along the beam of the sun. The crops in the field are also struggling in the hot oven, waiting for the arrival of heavy rain with anxious people.

Since June this year, the average precipitation in this city has reached 69.9 mm, which is 54.9% less than normal (1.555. 1 mm). The drought is very serious. The drought-affected area of the city has reached more than 500,000 mu, the disaster-affected area has reached 300,000 mu, and the harvest area has reached 50,000 mu. At present, the rapid growth and development of maize, high water demand and continuous high temperature and drought have seriously affected the normal growth and development of autumn crops. Although this rainfall has helped the drought-stricken crops to some extent, it is obviously beyond the tolerance of 50 thousand mu of crops.

The eighth sentence ushered in the worst drought in 60 years. The magnificent mountains and rivers in the past have become the same land as the Loess Plateau. Water-a word I don't usually care about, has now become something they urgently need to fight for every day. I seem to understand: how important water is!

The sun stared at the earth with one eye and looked at it in surprise. The land was anxious and lost its memory of the rain. The dog stuck out its tongue and gasped. The tree silently dreamed of the wind, and the child's dream overflowed with sweat.

10 Listen to the daily news report and watch the shocking picture-villagers eat wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger and feed their children with water from the pot cover. I thought a lot when I took a bath without water for a month: children in Yunnan have no water to drink, but many people around me don't pay attention to saving water, and the tap doesn't turn off the tap water actively.

Sentence 1 1 Compared with helpless waiting, crops and people have gradually approached the dark clouds and ruthless cold wind that they once hated, and they are always looking forward to the arrival of clouds and winds. Dark clouds came, cold wind came, but there was no heavy rain. As time goes by, people's hopes turn yellow like the leaves of crops waiting day by day, and the rain has not come yet.

12 A Li is very poor in Yunnan. In the past, his family of three could eat delicious food, and the business of selling yam was booming day by day. Later, when there was a drought in Yunnan, Sumomo fell into pain, and a big word "bitter" was written on his forehead. Aru once went to waterfalls, hot springs and streams to look for water, but found nothing and returned empty-handed. He thought: Where did the beautiful scenery of Yunnan go? Oh, my god What did I do wrong? If I wasted a lot of water before, I can swear that I will never waste water again. Please pray to God for a downpour! Sumomo has some plants in his hand. Maybe it is a rare yam, maybe it is Yunnan Baiyao, maybe it is a rose.