The most beautiful mang poem

China's Traditional Twenty-four Solar Terms-Mangzhong

The wind blows the wheat into waves, and cicadas are busy in summer.

Farmers have ushered in the busiest time of the year.

I chose some poems about mang.

I wish everyone a busy life.

The harvest is beautiful.

Sow hope

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.

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.

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.

Five wonders of plum rain

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.