1. Luo Zhi's fans are always like clouds, and fine grass is like a butterfly's skirt. -Huang Qingshen Tian's "Zhi Zhu Ci"

2. Newly-built fields are mud-level, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. -Song Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"

Dry all the dirt in front of the door, and there are no tiles on the house. A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud. -Song Mei Yao Chen "Pottery"

4. Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

5. What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing. -Su Song Shi's "The Homesickness of Harmony between Mianchi and His Son"

6. Send a scholar a ride, but don't know the book. If you have a dutiful son, you will not live with your father. Cold element is as naive as mud, and high soldiers are as timid as chickens. -Han Anonymous "Children's Rhyme Should Be Constant"

7. There is a sad well in Jingyang Palace, and the oath period has no end. The water outside the Wu Palace is heartbroken, and the muddy mud is still buried with stones. -Don Li Shangyin's Jingyang Well

8. There is no mud and mud. I am very happy to see the king. As strong as brothers, virtue is pure and long-lasting. -The Book of Songs, Xiaoguo

9. Decline, decline! Hu Bugui? If it's not for the king, why are you still showing it! Fade, fade! Hu Bugui? If it's not for the monarch, why are you still in the mud! -The Book of Songs Decline

10. Dunbi Wei Xing, cattle and sheep do not practice, square bracts, leaves and mud. Brothers, don't go far, or set a banquet, or give it a few. -The Book of Songs "Walking Reed"

Meaning:

1. Describe women wearing beautiful clothes, the weather is hot, and there are many natural silk fans-like clouds. All the beautiful women in long skirts are playing.

2. The mud mirror of the newly-built field is flat, and the mirror is better than the new field. Xintian should refer to the place where farmers beat rice. First frost sunny family cooking, first frost sunny family cooking.

3. Dig out the dirt in front of the door to make tiles, but there is no tile on the roof. The tiles in the high-rise buildings where those people live are like fish scales and do not touch the soil.

4. Go to the north of Gushan Temple and the west of Jiagongting, and when you look up, the water surface is flat and the white clouds are low. A few orioles, scrambling to fly to sunny trees; Whose swallow brings spring mud to build a nest?

5. Life is alive. I came here, went there, and accidentally left some traces. what do you think? I feel really like a swan flying everywhere and accidentally landed in the snow somewhere. It left some paw prints on the snow, which happened by accident, because the swan's flight was not certain at all. The old monk Feng Xian has passed away, leaving only a new tower to hide the ashes. We will never have a chance to go there to see the broken walls engraved in the past.

2. Poem describing soil 1, frontier soldiers beg for food and clothing, just like soil. -Yao He

2, often think about the peak, grotto bed. -Guan xiu

3, the dust is long and late, and the wind and smoke waste Gongqiu. -Bai Juyi

At noon on the day of weeding, sweat dripped down the soil. Li Shen

5, but there is no new soil on the ridge, and the bones should be ownerless. -Wang Jian

6. This pile of soil gradually rises from the mountain and finally moves south to the family room. -Bai Juyi

7. Drumming is boring and actively using soldiers. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. -"Peak Drum"

8. Hunger pecks at empty city soil, not near Taicang millet. -Liu Jia

Nine, nine pieces of arable land, Huang Wu still conquests. -Liu Jia

3. Poetry about praising the soil urgently needs me to praise myself and sing praises to myself, and you will bear what I bear, because every atom that belongs to me also belongs to you.

I took a leisurely walk and invited my soul. I leaned down and leisurely observed a summer blade of grass. My tongue, every atom in my blood, was formed in this soil and air, and my parents were born here. My parents were born here, and so were their parents. I, now 37 years old, have been healthy all my life, and I hope to be like this forever until I die.

Regardless of creed and genre for the time being, it is enough for us to take a step back and understand their present situation, but it is by no means forgotten. No matter what I do from good to evil, I am allowed to express my opinions at will, let nature take its course and keep my original vitality. The second room and the room are full of fragrance, and the bookshelf is also full of fragrance. I breathe the fragrance myself, know it and like it. Its essence will make me intoxicated, but I won't allow it.

The atmosphere is not a fragrance, it has no smell of spices, it is tasteless, it will always be for my mouth, I love it, I want to go to the riverside of the forest, take off my disguise and be naked, and I want it to contact me warmly. My own breathing clouds, echoes, wavelets, whispers, roots of love, silk threads, orange branches and vines, my breathing and sucking, my heartbeat, blood and air flowing through my lungs, smelling green leaves and dead leaves, smelling the rocks and hay on the coast in the barn, floating in the vortex of the wind, words bursting from my throat, a few kisses, a few hugs, and something that I stretched out my arms to catch.

Do you think a thousand acres is a lot? Do you think the earth is very big? Did you practice for a long time before learning to read? Are you very proud of trying to understand the meaning of poetry? Please come with me today and tonight, you will understand the source of all poems, you will have the benefits of the earth and the sun (there are millions of suns), you will not accept second-hand or third-hand things, you will not observe with the eyes of the dead, you will not draw nutrition from the ghosts in the book, you will not observe with my eyes, you will not accept things through me, you will listen to all aspects and filter everything yourself. I have heard empty talkers talk about the beginning and the end, but I don't talk about the beginning and the end.

The past has never started, and now there is nothing, no youth and no old age. There is nothing now, and there will never be perfection. Unlike now, there will be neither heaven nor hell. Push hard, push and push, and always push forward with the fertility of the world.

The opposites emerging from the darkness are advancing, always material and proliferation, always sexual activity, always the knot of identity, always difference and always the reproduction of life. It's no use talking more. Both learned and uneducated people feel this way.

It must be very sure, the vertical is absolutely straight, the buckle is tight, the beam and the tree should be carried together, as strong as a horse, affectionate and proud, and charged. I stand here with this mysterious fact. My soul is clear and sweet, and everything that does not belong to my soul is clear and sweet.

Missing one is missing two, and the invisible is confirmed by the visible. When the visible becomes invisible, it will also be confirmed. It is pointed out that the best and the worst are the troubles brought by this generation to the next generation, and I realize that things are completely consistent and balanced. I remain silent when they speak. I went to take a shower and admire myself.

I welcome every organ and feature of mine, and I also welcome anyone who is warm and clean-not an inch or a minute of his organs and features is evil, and nothing is more unfamiliar than the rest. I am satisfied-I can see, jump, laugh and sing; Those bedmates who slept beside me all night, hugged me and loved me quietly left at dawn, leaving me with a few baskets covered with white towels. Their richness made the room spacious. Should I accept it slowly without realizing it, but get angry with my eyes, make them turn around and forbid them to look around on the road, and let them calculate it for me at once, pointing out the exact value of one thing and two things, without a penny difference? People passing by ask me questions, who I met, the influence of my early life on me, where I live, what city or country, the latest important date, discoveries, inventions, clubs, new and old writers, my meals, clothes, communication, looks, who to pay tribute to, whether the man or woman I love is really cold to me or just my imagination, family or obligations. Losing money or lack of money, getting frustrated or getting carried away, confrontation, the horror of brothers' war, the uneasiness caused by suspicious news, and irregular events that happen from time to time, all come to me day and night and leave me, but these are not "me" myself.

Although pulled, I still stand and be myself, feeling interesting, complacent, pitying, idle, single, looking down, upright, or leaning my arm on the invisible and reliable armrest, turning my head to one side, curious, wondering what the next thing will be, and watching and guessing at the same time inside and outside the office. Recalling how linguists and speakers and I sweated in the thick fog, I neither laughed nor argued, but watched and waited.

I believe you, my soul. I will never bow to you, and you will never bow to him. Please take a leisurely walk on the grass with me to clear your throat. I don't want words, music, rhymes, conventions, speeches or even the best. I just like your temporary silence and low hum of restrained voice.

I remember how we slept together on such a bright summer morning, how you put your head over my hips, gently turned it over and covered me, unbuttoned my shirt from my chest, and explored my naked heart with your tongue until you touched my beard.

4. Poems describing soil are beautiful in mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

If you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Lu You's Yongmei

Where to drink at sunset? The embroidered saddle horse hissed and was covered with blue musk deer. Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha"

Life is a happy thing. Listening to Jin Bianxi at night, even if the mountains fall, I am willing to grind them into mud.

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil.

5. Sentences describing the soil.

1, the human heart is a seed, and weeds will grow in the soil of desire; In the soil of thought, wisdom will be born; In the soil of sincerity, friendship will be formed; Happiness grows in the soil of love.

2. Any expectation of others will be disappointed if it falls into the soil of reality. This disappointment will turn into a sharp disappointment with yourself. Therefore, clean and bright love only comes from memory, which is created by people, not reality.

Life is like a flower, and the relationship between people and money is equal to the relationship between the seeds of the flower and the soil. Flowers need enough soil to bloom, but only if they germinate first, and society will transplant us from small flowerpots to large flowerpots as we grow up.

I want to live like grass. As long as I have a little soil, I will take root tenaciously. It doesn't matter if the sun is too attached to you, you don't need too much rain and dew. Stand upright even under the oppression of hard stones.

5. Let life be like a red rose, absorb the nutrients of love in the soil with deep feelings, nurture the spirit of love in the beautiful sunrise on the horizon, soak the clean body with deep red blood, and treat Hong Fei and the blue sky in sunny days.

6. Credibility is the medium of misunderstanding, and doubt is the soil of misunderstanding. There has always been a knot in one's heart, when can I have a relaxed and happy mood? Once a misunderstanding is formed, it is necessary to analyze it correctly and not be narrow-minded and arbitrary.

7. Environment is the soil for talents to survive and the stage for talents to display their talents. If the environment and atmosphere are not good, smart people know that they can't do anything and can't play their talents, so they quietly collect their skills;

8. Ideas are seeds. In some soils, it can grow and in some soils, it will die. Therefore, people who sow ideas must first study the soil. This will increase the hope of success.

9, love is a seed, only rooted in the soil of survival, can flourish, endless. Love outside life is elusive and hard to find. We don't need to stay in the illusion of a mirage, stay away from the sky and be vigorous.

10, life is like a heavy snow. It was beautiful at first, but then it was muddy and dirty everywhere. It is perseverance that makes life noble and dignified; The scenery of life cannot be fragrant and gorgeous forever, and a hundred flowers bloom. Many times, the scenery of life.

Soil refers to a loose layer of material on the earth's surface, which is composed of various granular minerals, organic matter, moisture, air and microorganisms, and can grow plants. Soil consists of minerals, animals and plants, organic matter, soil organisms (solid matter), water (liquid matter), air (gas matter), oxidized humus, etc.

Solid substances include soil minerals, organic substances and nutrients obtained by microorganisms through light sterilization. Liquid substances mainly refer to soil moisture. Gas is air existing in soil pores. These three substances in the soil constitute a contradictory unity. They are interrelated and mutually restricted, which provide necessary living conditions for crops and are the material basis of soil fertility.

6. There are some answers to questions about poetry praising the soil, such as "I love this land".

I said what they didn't say: ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— It is said that it was a long journey in my early years. In the hearts of wanderers, every grass, tree and flower in my hometown is the witness of my ancestors' footprints, and the land is endowed with the connotation of my ancestors' spirit.

That land is hometown, relatives, local accent and homesickness, and bits and pieces of memory. I read this poem by Yu Guangzhong in a book, and I don't even know if it is the full text.

But there is no denying that this is a poem praising the soil! ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— I have already seen the above contents.

You can also search for keywords: poems of the earth. On a website called "misty rain and red dust", a large number of types have appeared, and the quality can also be seen.

And I often go to the "Poetic Life" forum to search: there is no relevant type of soil, but there are several poems with soil as the key word. Attach a song to see: The author of Mud/Mu Xiaoxiao All great minds are hard to be understood by the common people, just like the mud under our feet is trampled by countless people, 7A64E4B893E5B19E313335313237. Concrete was trampled and even sealed by concrete. Mud is silent in the darkness and cold under the sun and rain, but does not admit defeat. Since ancient times, confidence is more eternal than concrete. It contains the bones of all great thoughts, but it is only separated from them ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————