A poem describing the scene of mango in ancient poetry

The poem describing the mango scene in ancient poetry is as follows:

1, Watching the Night in Gu Bei

Tangdouchang

After planting awns in the water town, the weather in Mei is cold and rainy.

Silkworms are exposed late, and the river is flooded.

At the foot of the mountain, the north is solid and the west tide is long.

There are several deaths every year.

Appreciate:

In the awning season in the water town, the weather gets cold when the plum rains and storms come. Silkworms raised outdoors begin to cocoon at night, as white as flowers; Swallows on the river are circling around the tall sailboat. Looking from the foot of the mountain, the stone wall of Beigushan is rugged, abrupt and majestic; Rocks pass through the air, the waves beat, and the east rushes to the west to retreat, and it continues.

Every year, a poet comes to Beigushan to climb the mountain and look at the water flowing day and night, lost in thought, and this person dies like this.

2. "Mangzhong"

Han Juan in Song Dynasty

I am ashamed that my rough officer stayed in Taicang for too long. I cultivated mulberries instead of melons.

Silkworm baskets have been used to repair seedlings, and people of all ages always have to drink.

Appreciate:

Han Kuiyi wrote four poems about being busy. This is the fourth poem, which reflects the busy scene in the countryside during the busy season. He mentioned farming in "One Ear": Tian's family grows rice in rainy days, and it becomes a bucket of water and mud. Row to the border in sections, regardless of late return.

In this poem, we also feel the busy atmosphere of heading season.

3. Five Mussels in Meiyu

Fan Song Chengda

Meiyu temporarily closed the oblique view, and there was no such sunny day last year.

Suddenly I thought of the yellow boat in the east of the city, lying listening to the drums and pedaling.

Appreciate:

Fan Chengda, a poet, described Miscanthus australis in Five Musts of Plum Rain. The poet said that you only need to endure for a few days when the green and yellow are not connected, and the flea indica rice in your heart can be eaten.

When the ancient grain depot was not very abundant, this poem did not know how many people would have a taste of appetite, and it was full of Cao Cao's longing for plums to quench his thirst. Through such a poem, you can imagine a bright sun in the sky. In the rice field, the water is cold, the dark buffalo, the farmers bent over to transplant rice seedlings, and the green seedlings were put in the rice field in turn.