There is a poem about hoes 1. Hoe poem
1, your son, every time you teach him to hoe, you can't get rid of it, you can't untie it, you can't get rid of it.
Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)
Hanqin Guan
A flower in Lu Nan will not grow old.
2. The first month of mowing Meiling in the past year.
Song dynasty; surname
Jie Chen
Chen Mei's experience was generally late and Jiang Shuai's blessing.
3. Lotus hoe with dragon head cloud
Song dynasty; surname
Lin Jizhong
Liu Zhiyan's suburban residence is titled Gaocheng.
4, soil paste empty negative hoe
Song dynasty; surname
Song Yao
Reflections on the passage of time caused by looking in the mirror
5. Wengshang hoe in Toubai village
Song dynasty; surname
bright red
"Make peace, Chief Officer, Bai Yong Nongsang"
2. What are the poems about farm tools, hoes, rakes and sickles?
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Sickle: title of the book Bachi Dynasties: Tang Author: What does Wang Changling want with a sickle around his waist? East Garden mows the grass and leaves the autumn leeks. The world is no longer theory, elegy and firewood.
Open the door to see Changchuan, and see the fisherman at dusk. Excuse me, Chinese Pulsatilla, how many years have you kept it? The bluegrass in Gulefu is naturally fragrant and was born beside the avenue.
It will be August and September, all in the salary. Xijiang Moon Autumn Harvest Uprising Mao Zedong's army is called the workers' and peasants' revolution, under the banner of sickle and axe.
Don't stay near Kuanglu, go directly to Xiaoxiang. Landlords are oppressed and farmers are enemies.
Autumn harvest season, gloomy clouds and gloomy fog, a vigorous riot. Barley withered, wheat turned yellow, and women cried and hid.
East to Qibi Xiliangyang, ask whose waist, sickle, Hu and Qiang it is. There are 3,000 soldiers in Shu, and this department has worked hard.
As calm as a bird with feathers and wings, I returned to my hometown with white clouds. Su Shi's bamboo fence hut in the Five Wonders of Mountain Village takes advantage of the oblique current and flowers everywhere in the mountain village in spring.
Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget.
However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.
Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands.
Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year.
You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, so you can read that Ma Shaoyou has traveled to the wooden plow all his life: Wang Huanshan has a beautiful scenery, and he is in the east and west of Sanqing Gaoling, and the scenery on the ridge is panoramic. Thousands of hectares of green land are as flat as palms, and spring rains move and spring ploughs.
Song Ligang, the sick cow, plowed thousands of acres and boxes. Who will get hurt again when he is exhausted? But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate. Wang Yuan * Qinyuan Chungeng is a family of eight, with five acres of houses and mulberries on the trees.
Buy ten-horned black cattle, drag plows and harrows, plow fields and splash grass to open up wasteland. Sow in time, transplant seedlings, etc., and irrigate nakata for cutting.
Miaolinglong, everywhere sees the surplus, everywhere scenery. When there is plenty of rain, Qiu Lai is healthy.
There are also millet beads dripping with fragrance. Attend until six o'clock, stay up late, call men and women and take them back to the warehouse.
Play the best, cook chicken and drink, and wife and husband * drink. Nothing else, just being honest and simple, and having a drink with his head down.
Nothing else, but honesty and simplicity, kowtowing to the emperor. Hoe: At noon, the sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain is difficult to hoe, riding a buffalo on foot: people walk on the bridge, and the water on the bridge does not flow. In the Yuan Dynasty, Yang Weizhen sang that the tide of bamboo branches retreated Baiyangsha and the white foreign women hoed and raked.
When will the sea of misery dry up? Lest Lennon climb the snow and sand. The sea in front of the door collapsed to the bamboo fence, and the steps were smelly and fat.
Yazai is three years old and doesn't know his father. When will Lang return to Haidong? Hai tou feng blows Yang Baihua, Hai tou's daughter Yang. Huayang's head was covered with salt when dancing, which did not increase the weight of copper and thallium.
Face like ink, feet red, officials take off their robes by Huang Jing. My daughter would rather marry Tiger Pan than Song Jiating.