A poem about congtai wine

1. In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi wrote a poem about farming, Watching Wheat.

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 is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.

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.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked 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 read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Translation:

Farmers rarely have free days, and every family is doubly busy in May.

Last night, a south wind blew, and the wheat was covered with long ditches and brown.

Women carry bamboo rice and small rice, and children carry crock pulp soup.

After going forward, we drove the noon bus to the field, and the boys were working hard in Nangang.

The country weather in summer makes my feet steaming, and the burning sun makes my back burning.

I'm exhausted and I don't feel hot. I just hope this summer will last forever.

There are even those poor women holding babies beside them.

Right hand to pick up the lost ears of wheat, left arm hanging a broken basket.

Listening to their conversation in a few words can not help but cause me infinite sadness:

"My family's income has been taxed, and this leak has suppressed the famine."

What are my advantages now? I have never been engaged in farming and sericulture.

If you eat rice with nine grades and three hundred stones, there will be surplus food for adults.

I am ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day long.

Appreciate:

This poem is clear in narration, natural in structure, clear in hierarchy and strong in logic. At the beginning of the poem, the background is explained first, indicating that May is the busy season for wheat harvest. Then write down that women lead their children to the fields to give food and water to young people who are cutting wheat. Later, it described young farmers cutting wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, fumigating their feet with the heat, and baking their backs in the hot sun. They are tired and don't feel hot, but they just cherish the long days in summer and can do more work.

2. Poems about friends and friends are easy to get, but it is difficult to find bosom friends. -Cao Xueqin

The mountains and rivers are not heavy enough. It is important to know yourself. -Bao Rong

Be a gentleman and a hero in the world. -"Reflection". Shushu. Biography of Liu Ba

A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi

A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn. -"Selected Songs of Yuan Dynasty". Fight for gratitude

Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor. -Zhang Jiuling

One is expensive and the other is cheap. Goodbye. wang luobin

A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi

Have fun today, and don't forget each other in the future. -Cao Zhi

Friends in the world, know yourself and know yourself. -Feng Menglong

The most important thing in life is to know yourself. We are all flesh and blood in the whole world. -"Wild Goose Gate Collection"

Friendly friends never tire, but close friends speculate. -Feng Menglong

If two people are connected, their sharpness can cut metal. -"Yi copula"

Baby, it makes a harsh sound and asks for its friendly voice. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya"

Happy, happy, new friend —— Qu Yuan

Friends in trouble. -"Han Zhuge Feng Biography"

People who have affairs are not our kind. -Meng Haoran

3. There are nine kinds of poems by Zhong and fifteen poems by farm tools.

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

The rich talk about stones and the poor talk about fighting.

When the rich and the poor exist at the same time, they should extend their hands.

Looking at the empty rows, sitting on thousands of boxes.

So profitable, why should we be ashamed of following the scalper?

Dance wheat songs

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Zhen

Tian Jia's love of food is not wise, and Xun Mai works hard every year. The old farmer knows the geographical position well, so summer summer and Hu Er went to the fields first.

Until you get tired of farming, you will know that you have tried. Tuwo might as well sow. This year has been submitted to Chunze quilt cover.

Ridge-covered seedlings are as deep as rows, and the wind has been ploughing for a long time, which is god's will. Hunting the green flag to urge the young ear, it is only when the snow falls.

Hehe, the sunrise is blazing, and the essence is lost to the taste. The grains are as dense as a coma, and the rice is lost.

I really worked my ass off and turned into a yellow cloud to show good luck. Although the old farmer is full of masturbation, he is worried about the wind and rain.

The son-in-law is busy, and she turns her arm. The waist of the cage is full and abandoned, and the ox box is urgent.

Turning to the first stage, the cluster is high and the wind is still rolling. I gave Gongmen a new feed and made up with you several times.

The annual salary is still embarrassing, and the summer tax is easy. If you take care of yourself, it means that ants have competition in autumn.

Give whatever you can get, and you are hardworking all year round. Yesterday, the banquet in the imperial court was expensive, and the honorable person had mixed feelings.

Sandalwood beads and ropes blow the music, and ten thousand dollars is not worth getting drunk. People like to eat new cake bait.

Everything is unnatural and everyone knows how to deal with it. As recorded in Spring Prayer and Summer Rites, newspapers have never pursued ancient meaning.

I hope the Sri Lankan people are not afraid of officials and officials will not disturb the people. Where herders follow this rule, there are two different songs and political differences.

Give Fucang every day, so that the old farmer will not worry about his old age.

Jianchang County in Jian Jiang is one of them.

Qing dynasty: lofty.

How long will you lie under the white clouds? Taniguchi Qing Yu sent a message to the ceremony.

The father of the farmer cherishes the spring and leaves the east in the morning. Wandering around, living in seclusion, hiding from empty boudoir.

Learn to run water and bend ditches and streams. Zheng Huan has a brother and Yuling has a wife.

What is the significance of encouragement when hunger and cold are not together?

One of yi you's miscellaneous poems

Modern: Qin Hong

Let's try it at dusk and on the west wind. The street is like a tributary of a river, and all the places are lost.

The crickets of the world drive us to use sticks. Disputes are stubborn, and mussels are closed to each other.

Thunder has covered his ears and the wind has touched his neck. Picking a piece is also gold, and treasure is treasure.

I want to go out, and a piece of paper can hold me. Flow pill can relieve pain, and inch tube is suitable.

4. Poems about new things: Qian Fan near the sunken ship and Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree. -Tang Yuxi's "Yangzhou First Meeting to Enjoy Lotte"

[Interpretation] There are thousands of ships passing by the shipwreck, and thousands of green trees are thriving in front of the dead trees. In the second year of Tang Jingzong Baoli (AD 826), Liu Yuxi and Bai Juyi met in Yangzhou. Bai Juyi wrote poems for Liu Yuxi at the banquet, because Liu Yuxi was demoted for 23 years, and Liu Yuxi wrote poems to answer. Although he lamented his misfortune and buried it all his life, he compared himself to a "sunken ship." But it's quite philosophical. What I see is the development of competition in Qian Fan, and I am not depressed. The poem is vivid in image and novel in metaphor, and contains the natural law of metabolism. It is still often used to explain things that have fallen, so let it fall; New things will definitely replace old things. Qian Fan said: Ships come and go. Wan Muchun: Ten thousand mu is full of vitality and prosperity. Lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen —— Comment on Wei's "Climbing to the Top"

[Interpretation] In the vast desert, a wisp of solitary wolf smoke rises and stands upright; On the long Yellow River, the setting sun is reflected, red and round. Poetry makes the wonders outside the Great Wall bright and magnificent, as if they were just in front of us. The two words "straight" and "round" are vivid, which not only accurately describe the desert scenery, but also subtly express the poet's cordial feelings. The poet melts his loneliness of going to the frontier alone into the description of natural landscape. In modern times, Wang Guowei called these two poems "wonders of the ages". Desert: Desert. Solitary smoke refers to wolf smoke. The smoke from burning wolf dung is straight and not scattered, which is easy to see. It was used as a military warning in ancient times. Straight: solitary smoke is high but not scattered. Long river: refers to the Yellow River.

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow tall again in the spring breeze.

-Tang Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass

[Interpretation] The plain is covered with lush weeds, which wither every autumn and flourish in spring. How can a ruthless wildfire be put out, but a warm spring breeze makes it sprout and multiply? The first two sentences describe the natural law of weeds withering and flourishing, while the last two sentences describe the concrete image of weeds constantly flourishing, enthusiastically praising the tenacious vitality of weeds despite being destroyed. Now it is often said that the revolutionary force is unstoppable. Can't be strangled. Bai Juyi wrote this poem when he was sixteen. Legend has it that he later went from Jiangnan to Chang 'an, the capital, to take the imperial examination and met Gu Kuang, an old poet and writer. When Gu Kuang saw that his surname was Bai Juyi, he said, "Chang 'an is expensive, but it is not easy to live in a big place. Then, he read "Farewell to Ancient Grass", the first article in the poetry collection, and "Wildfire won't destroy them, they will be tall again in the spring breeze".

5. Three poems about autumn are my favorite.

Write autumn to the fullest.

Wang Wei: An autumn night in the mountains.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Write autumn in the most affectionate words.

Su Qimu [Fan Zhongyan]

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark hometown soul, chasing travel thoughts, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Write autumn with the greatest ambition and lofty sentiments.

Qinyuanchun, Changsha, Mao Zedong

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

Took a hundred couples on a trip. Recalling the past, the years are thick.

Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Pointing out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, soil is used by thousands of households.

Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?

Thank you for your advice!

6. The poem about canoeing "Send Baidicheng Early"

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Yonghuai

Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Ruan Ji

The sunshine in the morning is no longer bright, and the sky in the west suddenly quietens down.

If you go here to pitch, how can it be like September?

Life is like dust, lasting forever.

Qi Jingsheng Qiushan was in tears.

Kong was in Changchuan, but he regretted his death.

Not enough people went, and those who came didn't stay.

I want to climb Taihua Mountain and swim with pine nuts.

The fisherman knows the troubles of the world and drives a canoe.

Pick mulberry seeds, canoe and cross the West Lake in a short time.

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

It's good to have a canoe and a short trip to the West Lake.

Green water winds, grass grows and warblers fly.

There is faint music everywhere.

The windless water surface is smooth,

I can't feel the boat moving.

Slightly rippled, sand birds began to skim the coast.

A carnivore, a canoe.

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

A canoe. The sculls are great. The sky is blue, the color is clear, the mountains and mountains are bright, as far as the river, and the waves are as flat as a mirror. Swimming fish, counting, appearing like running water from time to time; By the water, egret point, relax. The stream during the day is crystal clear; Dawn river, cold and frost; The stream next month is a bright crystal world. Hills on both sides of the strait, looking at the depth, picturesque; Seen from the route, the curve is tortuous, like a screen. Calculate that year, Xu Lao Yanling. The dream of monarch and minister is now in name only. But the distant mountains are long, Yunshan is chaotic, and Xiaoshan is clear.

7. The poem "The fifteenth night of the first month" about Shangyuan Festival Don Su Weidao

Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.

The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

Prostitutes are all Li, and the songs are good.

I can't help it at night, but I can't.

Watching Lights at Fifteen Nights Don Lu Zhao Lin

Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan.

The color of the mattress is far away and the light is far away.

After accepting Han's name, it seems that a bright moon hangs on the ground.

Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

Tang Cuiye's Six Night Poems at the End of Yuan Dynasty (One Night Poem)

There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open.

Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?

There are hundreds of rounds of magic lamps and Buddha fires, carved like seven treasures of graphics.

Like a golden mouth in the shadow, like jade in the air.

This year's spring scenery is better than usual, and this night is the most pitiful.

The new moon is full in front of the magpie building, and the treasure lamps are burning on the phoenix platform.

Le Jin silver saddle controls purple, jade wheel beads drive green cattle.

Ao began to disperse the Song Dynasty in the east, and suddenly came to Nanmotou.

The prince and grandson are arrogant, and everyone they know is invited.

The most regrettable thing is that the long-sleeved dance is weak before the wind, and the new string is imperceptible.

The stars move to the moon, and the floating lights fade away.

I still cherish the roadside singing and dancing places and can't go home to take care of them.