Mango solar terms poetry video
At this time, the plum blossom is raining, the grass is light and smoky, mantis is born in the grass, cicada is singing in the branches, dragonfly is flying in the pool, and the sky is low and the stars follow.
And farmers also ushered in the busiest moment of the year. Before and after sowing the ears of wheat, men, women and children are busy day and night. The arrival of Mangzi indicates that farmers have begun a busy pastoral life.
In such a harvest solar term, Shi selected eight classic mango poems for everyone, wishing everyone a busy and tireless harvest and sowing hope in the mango season.
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In the heading season, the north is golden, which is a good season for wheat harvest. The smell of wheat in the field makes people sigh: the harvest is really coming.
Time rain
Song luyou
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.
Fortunately, the international sea is a farming mulberry;
Wild old people are not poor, singing songs and worrying about the Tang Dynasty.
The wheat is full and growing well. Every handful of wheat is full of happiness, and all the sweat and tears are answered at this moment.
Although life has ups and downs, it is not so smooth sailing. Although I have paid tens of thousands of hard work and am uneasy, I don't know if I can succeed.
But at this moment, please enjoy the fruits of your own victory.
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Before and after the ear planting, the Tian family had less leisure, and people were twice as busy in May. People are tired, busy, singing and happy, because from sowing to harvesting, from youth to maturity, it is a kind of watch and a kind of waiting. It was their sunrise and sunset years all the year round, and every bit of blood and sweat was the whole face of a day.
Twenty-one plowing map, pulling out seedlings
Song Lou Ai
When the new seedlings first came out of the water, they were covered with green carpets.
Early in the morning and promotion, father and son for support.
Wet, full of grip, and then comb the roots without mud.
Use the mango seed to spread things in time.
Harvesting wheat is like putting out a fire; Longkou takes grain. Some farmers and families, the whole family, old and young, are harvesting and sowing day and night, racing against time.
Lin Qingxuan said, we only see the beauty of lotus, and lotus growers write poems on lotus leaves with years and sweat.
Look at cutting wheat.
Tang 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.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
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.
Starlight rewards those who are in a hurry, and time rewards those who care. I believe that all efforts will pay off, and all efforts will have results.
When cultivation bears fruit, we will feel pride and happiness from it, and that kind of happiness is self-evident.
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Before and after the awning, plant melons and beans. The busyness of this solar term is worthy of the name. At this time, summer will also become the most beautiful period.
Twenty-four poems are in harmony, and the Mangzhong May Festival is celebrated.
Don
Look at today, mantis should still be alive.
Clouds rise and fall, birds come and go.
Lotus blooms in the swamp, and it is windy and rainy in summer.
Ask silkworm wheat when we meet. It's still a favor.
People divide the earth into ripples, and people plant flowers and grass, rice and wheat on the ripples. Whenever the spring breeze blows, the earth becomes green waves, and people farm and live in the waves.
Whenever the sun shines, golden hope surges on the waves.
The most beautiful scenery is not far away, just in front of you. Seize every day of your life, and life will be wonderful enough.
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Before and after Mangzi, Chun Xue was cold and cheerless, the summer fruit beads were separated, the rain was ripe, the plum was yellow and the plum was green, and it was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River.
Looking at the night in the north
Tang Duchang
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.
Plum rains are raining and the breeze is light. People leaning against the building want to get wet by clothes. Although I was wet and worried about rain, I was covered with grass and moss. They are green, fat, red and thin, just sleeping alone.
Six Miscellaneous Poems in the Field, No.6.
Ming fan fu
Jujube flowers are decadent, and a dog protects firewood.
When festivals are in full swing, no one can have leisure.
The frog pond is full of water, and the fine grass takes a long step.
Wheat is cut to the end of an acre of land, and the wind and rain hit the mountains.
The eldest son didn't eat early and lamented the difficulty of farming.
Being rich is your destiny, and you can't reach it.
Jujube flowers fall and plum blossoms are green. In the fields, vegetable fields, transplanting rice seedlings and harvesting wheat, the fields are busy. In Jiangnan water town, the frog pond is full of water and the grass is fine.
Ili chronicle poems
Hong Qing Ji Liang
Only when the awn seeds have passed the snow can the grass outside the Yili River begin to fertilize.
Ikoma can't walk steadily step by step for fear that a snake will fly out of his nose.
In Yili, which borders the south of the Yangtze River, after the awning, the snow is still falling. The grass along the Ili River has just grown, and the newborn pony is unstable and afraid of snakes.
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Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. Rain brings vitality and life as well as hope.
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Song Zhao Shi Xiu
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
There is plenty of water and sunshine here. Put the seedlings on the ridge and wait for the next harvest in autumn. Hope is planted like this.
Cook a few green plums and prepare a pot of good wine, so you should give directions, express your passion and "talk about heroes".
Everything is growing, everything is fresh, and everything starts in a daze.
Lin Qingxuan said: Miscanthus, what a beautiful name. Rice bears Miscanthus, wheat ears are inherited by Miscanthus, sorghum waves are Miscanthus, chrysanthemums bloom in the wild wind ... sometimes I feel that the falling sun is also Miscanthus.
With dreams and sincerity, today's little seed is expectation and hope, which is the future that we should do our best.
Today, let's make a wish in our hearts and continue to work hard for him. Next autumn, maybe this wish will come true.
I believe that as long as hope does not die, all happiness will sprout and blossom.