Interpretation: In addition, the land distribution system has existed for more than 100 years.
2. The land of the Dragon God is also safe. [Song] Shi Zuqin's "123 Songs"
Interpretation: The dragon, the god and the earth all feel peaceful.
The wizard cursed this land. [Song] Interpretation of Miao Lun's Eighty-five Odes.
Interpretation: Wizards are also blaming the land.
Farmers' land is very narrow. [Tang] Bai Juyi "From Shujiang to Dongting Lake, I feel it. "
Interpretation: Farmers have little land at home.
The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past. [Tang] "Jinyangmen Poetry"
Explanation: The place where the locusts came was flooded.
6. Famous places are expensive. [Tang] Xu Xuan's "Twenty Rhymes of Yin New Tea Harmony"
Interpretation: Names will also become more valuable with the land.
2. Ancient Poems about Land There are many poems about land. Here are five sentences.
1, the name is expensive everywhere, and the taste moves with it. -Xu Wei 2. The land is barren and the scenery is beautiful.
-Zhang Zirong No.3, it is rumored that land will be expropriated, and it is considered to be expropriated again. -North Joan 4. Wan Li is a land where mountains and rivers flourished in the Tang Dynasty, and a thousand-year hero.
—— Luo Yin 5. The land is low and wet, and even the wood is used as a card to enter the river. -Zhang Ji: Genre Scope As a genre of poetry, ancient poetry refers to ancient poetry as opposed to modern poetry, also known as ancient poetry and poetry.
There are all kinds of poems before the formation of Tang law, as well as poems written in ancient Chinese after Tang dynasty. With the Tang Dynasty as the boundary, the pre-Tang poems from the Book of Songs to the Southern and Northern Dynasties are all ancient poems. Since then, classical poetry has gradually declined and disappeared.
Ancient poetry with metrical characteristics (ancient poetry) has fixed poems and styles. Compared with modern poetry, the metrical restrictions of ancient poetry are less.
The length can be long or short, and the rhyme is more free and flexible. There are four words, five words, seven words, miscellaneous words and other forms. The ancient poems after the Han and Wei Dynasties are generally dominated by five or seven words, with certain rhyme and inflections.
All ancient poems are classified according to the number of words in the poem. Four-character ancient poems are referred to as four-character ancient poems for short; Five-character ancient poems are referred to as five-character ancient poems for short; Seven-character ancient poems are referred to as seven-character ancient poems for short.
Four-character poems were adopted by people as early as the Book of Songs. But it gradually declined in the Tang Dynasty, and few people wrote it.
Five-character ancient poetry is the orthodoxy of ancient poetry, and many people write it. Seven-character ancient poetry is not the mainstream of classical poetry, because it originated late.
Therefore, the seven-character ancient style is greatly influenced by the seven-character modern poetry. Baidu Encyclopedia: Ancient Poetry.
3. Poems about land: thin soil flows: soil; Stream: a small river.
Metaphor is a small matter. It also means that although things are subtle, they can play a huge role through accumulation.
"Biography of Historical Records and Lisi": "It is Mount Ether that can't tolerate dirt, so it can become big; Rivers and seas do not choose small streams, so they can be deep. " The pronunciation of "Dust Face" is Hu and tó u Mian, which explains the dust face.
It also describes an expression of regret or frustration. Source Songshi Puji's "Five Lights Meeting Yuan" Volume 20: "The face is dusty, dragging the water, singing nine times and ten times, referring to the deer as a horse, which is both lonely and ruined."
Example: The yellow snake sent Pearl Krabs to prison, took out insurance, and walked home with a lame wolf and a thirst for disease. (Back to episode 14 of "Getting married to wake up the world") Land resettlement in Antu (ān tǔ zhòng qiān): local land; Heavy: it's not easy to look at.
Be content with one's homeland and don't want to move easily. Semi-buried (t incarnation) profile: profile.
Half of the body is buried in the soil. Metaphor means that people don't live long.
B and ng láijiang d m ng, Shu ǐ lá iT ǔ y m n) mean that no matter what means the other party uses, there are always corresponding countermeasures. You can't adapt to the climate and eating habits of the place where you moved.
Fight for every inch of land (cù cùn tǔ bì zhēng) Even if it is an inch of land, we must compete with the enemy. Describe fighting the enemy without giving in.
Not an inch of land, not an inch of land. Inch after inch (ǔ ch ǐ dì) inches and feet: there are few metaphors.
Describe very little land. Cu！ G. ǔ Fenet Xi ā ng cug ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ ǔ
Refers to the superstitious people in the old days who collected soil in the wild instead of incense burners and burned incense to worship the gods. Dà x ě ng mù xing: established; Civil engineering: refers to building engineering.
Building houses on a large scale. Fá n má o liè t incarnation originally refers to the ceremony held by the ancient emperor when he conferred the title of prince.
Later known as the packet princes. Manure is not as good as (fèn túbúrú), not as good as dung.
Describing things is extremely worthless. Fēng tú rén qíng (local customs) refers to the unique natural environment, customs, etiquette and habits of a place.
A native (tǔ zhǎng ǔ ng). Also refers to living for generations.
Hometown (gù tǔ nán lí) Hometown: birthplace, or the place where I once lived, here refers to my hometown and motherland. It is difficult to leave the land in my hometown.
Describe the infinite attachment to your hometown or motherland. Ancient Wu t ǔ zhò ng mí n has a vast territory and a large population.
Wye tǔzh Qing qíng: Nostalgia; Earth: homeland, hometown. I miss my hometown.
Huáng tiān hòu tǔ Di Tian: called Heaven in ancient times; Houtu: called land in ancient times. Refers to heaven and earth.
I used to believe that heaven and earth could uphold justice and dominate everything. The dusty faces (Hu and Mian) are covered with dust.
It also describes an expression of regret or frustration. Spending money like water (hujī nrú t incarnation): Sa.
Spend money like water. Describe extreme extravagance and waste.
Accumulated soil is a mountain, and accumulated water is a sea (j: shu ǐ wé i sh ā n, j: shu ǐ wé i h m: i). Metaphor makes a mickle.
To make a comeback means to regain power after failure. Lě i t ǔ zh ā n is a metaphor from small to large, many a mickle makes a mickle.
I see the land, yellow, black and red. My body came before my voice. I saw him, stepping on him, and the air heated by him lined up next to me, so I couldn't see. I can't hear you.
My body stepped into the void. I float after I weigh, I float after I fall, and I am originally on the ground.
I imagine I won't fall behind. Imagine the beautiful scenery around you.
But I saw land. Seeing him as much as possible is beyond imagination.
Land is a labor writer, a living person and a human being. I saw the land, and countless lives lived and died on his chest, either adjacent or far away.
I said the voice of the earth walked towards him and smiled obsequiously. The sound hit the land and was reflected, and gradually swam into the silent lake in all directions. I pointed to the land and tried to make him see me. My face began to look like a slave.
Without pause, the long-lost body turned into pieces. Fly or bury.
I am floating in the air, without sadness or despair. That belongs to young people.
Two independent millstones, looking down at each other. I began to cry in their blended eyes.
Tears are parallel to me, bigger and bigger, like a mirror. I see myself in the mirror-wearing a beautiful and unique aura.
Vast territory, broad horizons. The mud is thick and deep.
Soil can produce everything, and soil can produce gold. Life and death are sent by Toth, and seven feet are reported to the mother.
I love this land (Ai Qing). If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat. This land hit by the storm, this river of grief and indignation that is always surging, this endless wind blowing, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest.
Then I died and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply.
4. What are the poems about land? Liu Yun, an old farmer, is used to listening to the soft mud passing between his toes and the splash of cow's hoof, to the immortal movement, to the dew on the grass tip playing and singing on his trouser legs, to the worries of the ridge that has grown on the land for thousands of years, to the expected eyes colliding with the ears of rice, to the fragrance of millet after the rain, to the eternal fragrance of life, to the sunset and indigo on the leisure ridge. Father's figure in golden glow is heavy and long. I want to say that July is the countryside. The crops are singing heartily. Green rice and bright yellow millet cover the weeds in the village, stirring the light of life with a kind of enthusiasm and heroism. I want to say that July is a hot land. My hands reach out to you and weave an endless net. All love grows in the earth, so that storms and even insects can prove their firmness. I just opened my heart. I want to say that July is the first time for laborers to pick the first dewdrop and the last touch of starlight. The steady steps of the cattle dragged the stumbling plough and awakened the rumbling agricultural machinery. The sun caught up with every straw hat like a raging fire. I want to say that July is just a busy farming season, but it is the symphony of sweat and soil. Yes, "July" is a warm and generous song, singing hard and bitter. It is a roaring river, flowing with endless happiness and sadness. Endless vitality rushes forward with unremitting yearning for double robbing. At this moment, I must charge forward. I want to catch the harvest and hope to sow again. July is like fire. My trench is located closest to the sun. My heart is closer to the burning body and closer to the soil. I want nothing but to weigh everything in the field and wash my will and soul with sweat. Although I am very tired, I am worried that the shower will wet my millet and burn my young grain. I hope there is a night breeze blowing, waiting for tomorrow. I'm going to plow. This is an ancient painting. The cow is pulling the plow, pulling dad. Father holds a whip. This is an ancient wheezing sound, accompanied by the wheezing of cows and the sound of squeezing soil between their feet. This is an ancient field, a monument to the solidification of their ancestors' sweat. Father plowed the ground silently and read the inscription. The trouser legs are rolled up in the soil. Barefoot into the soft mud. The pulse is connected with the heart of the earth. There is blood in the soil. There is a heat wave in the garden, and passion is boiling. Sweat and tears are the themes of sublimation. All weeds, feces and dregs are rotting, microorganisms are active, insects are multiplying rapidly, and my crops are growing wildly. All the indexes of the stock market are rising this quarter. Fertilizers, pesticides and oils are artificially holding oranges and millet, and my expectations will never drop. The village women who transplant rice seedlings are also active in their hands from the moment they go to the fields. A line of new green is a line of poetry, and the markers of childhood are outlined into realistic patterns. Open a picture of hope. Lightweight umbrellas are lost in the dust, and straw hats cover the sky. The once shy face was covered with sunshine and sweat. The village women who transplant rice seedlings in the vast wilderness are the most vivid plants. Deep in the bamboo forest, people can see from a distance that the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain is higher than the bamboo forest. The bird's nest between ancient branches is above the ridge. On the ridge, there was a bird singing in the white sky, crisp but far away. After a while, there was silence. An old farmer came slowly from the bamboo forest, carrying an old cow's hoof and slamming it on the ground. This morning's mist mixed with the smell of smoke in the kitchen. Whose spatula is clanging. This long-awaited morning song was accompanied by the most lingering white silk scarf in the wet green last night.
5. The poem "Silkworm Girl" about the land
When I went into town yesterday,
I came back with tears in my eyes
Those who are covered in Luo Qi,
Not a silkworm raiser.
Tao-Mei (Song)
Tao used up the dirt in front of the door.
There are no tiles on the house.
Fingers are not stained with mud,
Linlinju building
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
The farmer is still starving to death.
Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
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.
The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
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.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved 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 see this, and I can't forget it every day.
6. What are the poems describing the land? 1, "The sky is high with thick red lips"
Modern times: Wang Guowei
Thick and tall, I feel left on my side. This nest is like Agger, so I can make a detour.
Say a floating life, and I understand it in an instant. Gankun is big, the frost forest sits alone, and the red leaves fall one after another.
When I am in the middle of the sky, I will gradually feel that everything in my life seems to be going wrong. But fortunately, I also have a study like a boat, in which you can follow me and let me play.
Let's get our true selves temporarily in this illusory life. The world is so big, I sit alone in the frosty Woods and watch the red leaves fall.
2. "Send Master Zhou a book for Nancheng"
Ming Dynasty: Luo Guiqiu
Li aimen valve, taking pains.
The divine spring is strong and can be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.
Even the mountain is like a ring, passing through the water at the foot of the city wall. Since ancient times, there has been a military state, and the small town is attached to Guo. Lao Li loves his family and is not satisfied with a thin land. Divine springs can generally be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.
3. Jinyangmen Poetry
Tang Dynasty: Qin Shihuang
The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past and was recovered last night.
Rong Wang abandoned the Qingling Mausoleum in the north, and Lumasi ran to the empty moon branches.
The land in Huangzhong, lost in the past, was recovered last night without trauma. Rong Wang fled to abandon the Qingling Mausoleum, while the enemy cavalry fled to the west to empty the moon branches. Is it easy to happen every year in Yao year? I hope the old man can prop up his skin and muscles.
4. Camp and Living Hiding Place on the Ninth Day
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Home mountain is feasible everywhere, and the lotus clock is drunk.
Even if there is a thousand-year-old iron threshold, there must be an earthen steamed bread.
Three rounds of the world are still gray, and four skeletons are strong.
As thick as a bug's kite is, the chrysanthemums fall when the breeze blows.
Catalpa bungeana can be planted anywhere in the land and hills of my hometown. I take a hoe and a pot of aged wine with me all day to make it look like the legendary drunken fairy Liu Ling. Even if people really can live as long as they have a thousand-year-old iron threshold and a long family history, they will eventually be buried in the grave like steamed bread.
In this secular world, as Buddhists say, the ashes after the fire disaster, the bones of four people are just skins, and finally buried in the same place and returned to their hometown. Why do insects like ants and big birds like black kites have to be divided into different sizes? As for me, I just need to clap my hands to appreciate the chrysanthemums in the autumn wind and feel the beauty of this autumn.
5. The Tower of Dengxia State
Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Cold city hunting guard flag wind, leaning against dangerous buildings overlooking.
Wan Li is a land of mountains and rivers in the Tang Dynasty, a thousand-year-old soul and a hero.
I leaned against the tall building alone, and from a distance, the flag of the border town with infinite chill fluttered and hunted. Wan Li mountains and rivers are the land of the Tang Dynasty, and how many frontier heroes have died for their country in this land for thousands of years.
7. Poems describing the land: There are many caves for the Shui people, but the land for farmers is narrow.
From: "From Shujiang River to Dongting Lake Mouth, Feeling and Writing" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
The land is old, and a few guests return it.
From: "Into the Gate of Hell" era: Tang Author: Shen Quanqi
The land is so wet that even the wood is used as being stuck in the river.
From: "Xianghe Geci Jiangnan Qu" Year: Tang Author:
The land is barren and the scenery is beautiful.
From: "a message to meng haoran (Wang Weishi) in his adult life" Year: Tang Author:
Wan Li is a land where mountains and rivers flourished in the Tang Dynasty, and a thousand-year hero.
From: "Climbing the Summer Boat Tower" Year: Tang Author: Luo Yin
8. The ancient poem "Bare Land" about "Land"
( 1)
Rocks exposed to wind and frost
Polished fragments
Born in a torrent
After the storm, it was calm.
You are naked in the blue sky.
(2)
Mom is shy.
Put weeds on you.
Dotted with green leaves and red flowers
You often roll up your sleeves.
Naked in front of the matchmaker
(3)
Your mother gave you a dowry.
There are not many gold, silver and jewels.
Greedy husband
Touch you carefully
Naked contempt for your face
(4)
Your child
Looks just like you.
Yellow and black skin
You use muddy hands
Let them learn to walk naked.
(5)
Have a son
Envy the height of the rock.
You told him.
That's grandpa's grave.
Naked in your heart
(6)
Your daughter
Get married in the wind and rain
You told them.
Not afraid to accompany the sea
Will be exposed to the morning glow.
Land in China
Liu Zhanqiu
Do you know this magical land?
Buried with golden acacia
Strings of azaleas are colorful.
The goddess' sigh comes from the torrent of the Three Gorges.
From permafrost to green coconut groves in winter.
The rosy waves caressed the beach.
Do you know this song?
Mysterious land
Yellow skin and black hair are beautiful.
A sincere character is like a lake in the breeze.
Stubborn and brave, like the Yangtze River.
There is joy under the frosted grapes.
Hard core opened the opportunity for revival.
Note: The Land of China is selected from Untitled Lyrics (Chongqing Publishing House, 1986).
Wheat field in May
lake
Haizi, the brother of the world
A hug in the wheat field
East, South, North and West
Four brothers in the rye, good brothers
Review the past
Recite their own poems.
A hug in the wheat field
Sometimes I sit alone.
Dream of brothers in the wheat field in May.
I saw pebbles in my hometown rolling all over the river beach.
There is always a curved sky at dusk.
Villages that fill the earth with sadness.
Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems for my brothers.
No eyes, no lips
I love this land-Ai Qing.
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
This poem is very simple, and it is in it.
9. Poem 1 Description of land, "different soil"
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The countryside is different. The river is in the dead of winter.
The ship is difficult to sail.
If the cone does not penetrate the ground, it will be deep.
When the water runs out, the ice will dance.
Hermits are poor, brave and chivalrous.
The heart often sighs and complains, which makes people sad.
Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.
The countryside here is very different from the land south of the Yellow River. In the middle of winter, ice floats in the river, making it difficult for ships to move forward; The land is too cold to be pierced with an awl, and the field is barren and covered with dry and dense vines and absinthe. The river is frozen and does not flow, and there is hard ice on it, so people can walk.
A man of insight is down and out, a brave man is ruthless, and he doesn't care about breaking the law at will. I sigh and resent this, and my heart is full of sadness and sorrow. Very lucky. Use singing to express your thoughts and feelings.
2. "Send Master Zhou a book for Nancheng"
Ming Dynasty: Luo Guiqiu
Li aimen valve, taking pains.
The divine spring is strong and can be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.
Even the mountain is like a ring, passing through the water at the foot of the city wall. Since ancient times, there has been a military state, and the small town is attached to Guo. Lao Li loves his family and is not satisfied with a thin land. Divine springs can generally be brewed, and there is a panacea when leaving the country.
3. Jinyangmen Poetry
Tang Dynasty: Qin Shihuang
The land in Huangzhong was lost in the past and was recovered last night.
Rong Wang abandoned the Qingling Mausoleum in the north, and Lumasi ran to the empty moon branches.
The land in Huangzhong, lost in the past, was recovered last night without trauma. Rong Wang fled to abandon the Qingling Mausoleum, while the enemy cavalry fled to the west to empty the moon branches. Is it easy to happen every year in Yao year? I hope the old man can prop up his skin and muscles.
4. "Birds in the Upper Songxuan"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
The fate of the mysterious bird, born for business, is full of dirt. The ancient emperor ordered Wu Tang, which was in the square.
After Fang died, there were nine elections. Shang successively fell, was ordered to suddenly and violently, and his eldest grandson was in Wuding. Wu Ding's grandson, King Wu is invincible.
The dragon flag is multiplied by ten, and the big one is the bearing. The country is thousands of miles away, the people stop and the territory is everywhere.
The four seas are fake, and so is Qi Qi. Jing Weiyuan was appointed as He Yin. What is a white deer?
Zhu Di, the ancestor of the indentured merchant, lived in a vast place in Yin. At that time, the Emperor of Heaven ordered a soup and conquered all directions.
Tell the tribal leader that the land in Kyushu has been occupied by businessmen. Before Shang Dynasty, the first king succeeded to the throne, and he did not neglect his own destiny. Sun Wuding, a descendant, is the most virtuous. Wu Ding is indeed a good grandson, who can bear the legacy of Cheng Tang.
Qilong has ten cars, and the food he contributes is often full. The territory is thousands of miles and the people live in peace. Open up the territory to the four seas, four small countries come to worship, and traffic is the first. Jingshan is surrounded by the Yellow River, and the yin is called good by destiny, and all kinds of blessings are accounted for.
5. "Back to the Garden, Part II"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
Often set foot in remote villages and set aside grass for each other.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
There are few friends in the countryside and secular, and there are few horses and chariots in remote alleys. During the day, Chai Men was closed, his heart was pure, and vulgar thoughts were cut off. Often set foot in remote villages, through the grass to communicate with each other. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly things, but only about the growth of rural mulberry mothers. My field grows taller and taller, and my cultivated land is wider and wider. I often worry that frost and snow will suddenly come and crops will wither like weeds.