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Mung bean solar term poems

Mung bean solar term poems

No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to classic poems. Poetry is a sentence of poetry, which generally refers to poetry. So what kind of poems are more appealing? The following is a poem about the solar terms of Mang species compiled by me for you. You are welcome to study for reference. I hope it helps you.

Looking at the night in the north

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.

"It didn't rain for ten days, and I got a long sentence."

When it rained for the first time, the yarn chef slept in the towel in the corner.

Crazy clouds always build towers, and crazy water enters the pool silently.

The trees are cool at dusk, the pigeons are noisy, the painted beams are quiet in the daytime, and the swallows are late.

I am complacent, and I am wearing a clothes and smoking a cage to recite poems alone.

Ili chronicle poems

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.

Twenty-four poems are in harmony, and the Mangzhong May Festival is celebrated.

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.

Mangzhong

Song Dynasty: Han Lian

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.

Accidental achievement

Song Dynasty: Han Lian

The heavy noon is a festival, and mango seeds breathe in one breath.

Why is it pleasant? What is at the bottom is bitter.

There is no vulgarity in the garden, and the piano books are really tasteful.

Poor poor, expensive expensive.

Twenty-one plowing map, pulling out seedlings

Song dynasty: Luo 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.

Time rain

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.

Twenty-three cultivation plans and ten transplants

(Qing Yin Zhen)

The order should be a kind of mango.

Shuzhi stopped and looked at Sandy.

Li He heard the song and put it in front of the drum.

Once a thousand hectares, a long day is like a year.

The drama "A Healthy Start"

Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You

Concerned about everything in medicine, poor pen and inkstone lock spider silk.

There is wine in late spring in the pot, but there are no early summer poems in the book.

Outdoor people are surprised and sighing in front of the lamp.

I often worry about lying down when I am stupid, and I will sing a long song when I am happy.

Plum rain five wonders:

Yiyou Shen Jia was shocked by the thunderstorm, but multiplication and division made it sunny.

Insert flea indica rice first and steam rice for less than ten days.

"It didn't rain for ten days, and I got a long sentence."

Song dynasty: Lu you

When it rained for the first time, the yarn chef slept in the towel in the corner.

Crazy clouds always build towers, and crazy water enters the pool silently.

The trees are cool at dusk, the pigeons are noisy, the painted beams are quiet in the daytime, and the swallows are late.

I am complacent, and I am wearing a clothes and smoking a cage to recite poems alone.