1. Poems about Sui

Poems about Sui 1. Sentences with the word "sui" in poems

Bisui smoke is as straight as a tree, with green lines The stream flows into the bridge bay. ——Fan Chengda, Early Hair Takeshita

Holding the ear of the deceased in his right hand and hanging a basket on his left arm. ——Guan Mowing Wheat Bai Juyi

He has a legacy, and this has stagnant ears, which is the benefit of the widow. ——The Book of Songs of Datian

The millet is separated, and the ears of the millet are growing——The Book of Songs of Millet

When wheat is planted in high fields, it will not produce ears for a long time. ——Ancient Song Anonymous Han Dynasty

The ears of corn grow, the ears of millet grow black, and there is no news about the farmer and the woman in the field. ——Autumn Rain Sigh by Du Fu

The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people's thoughts. ——Gengluzi Li Yu

Thank you. The long strip seems familiar, and the hanging tobacco spikes are brushing the head. ——Willow Branch Li Yu

Several broken bells and a spike of lanterns seem to be in a dream. ——Picking mulberry seeds by Nalan Xingde

The sound of the stream carries the rhyme, and the autumn ridge drags the light ears. ——Li He, a poem by Chang Gu

The red ears are sparse, the lights are flowing upstairs, and the sound of the flute is far away, leaving finger marks. ——Crossing the boat across the mountain pond and listening to the flute, I feel comfortable

How can I look at the pines and cypresses when there is nowhere to hang the curtains? ——Drinking Song of Han and Tang Dynasties by Li He

Last year Jiahe gave birth to nine ears, and the fields were lonely and no one came. ——Peony Fang by Bai Juyi

Frost falls in September and autumn is early and cold, and the unripe ears of grain are all green and dry. ——Du Lingsou and Bai Juyi

The willows in the city are decorated with flowers, and the eaves are only covered with ice. ——Jiangzhou Snow and Bai Juyi

Autumn things in Weicun should be like this, with red dates, red pears, and yellow ears of rice. Village Road in Neixiang County——Bai Juyi

When I arrived in the county last year, the wheat ears were turning yellow. ——Answer to Liu Yuxi’s visit to Bai Juyi

Is it enough? If it's not enough to HI me, I'll help you find it

2. Famous aphorisms, ancient poems, and idioms with the word "sui" will also work

You should know that those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say that I am worried. What do I want from me? Bar

The Book of Songs "Millet Li"

The millet is separated, the seedlings of the millet are growing.

Walking forward with great strides, the center is shaking.

Those who know me say that I am worried;

Those who do not know me say that I am worried.

Long sky! Who is this?

The millet is separated, the ears of the grain are growing.

Walking forward with great strides, the center is like intoxication.

Those who know me say that I am worried;

Those who do not know me say that I am worried.

Long sky! Who is this?

That millet is separated from others, that is the reality of that grain.

Walking with great strides, the center feels like being choked.

Those who know me say that I am worried;

Those who do not know me say that I am worried.

Long sky! Who is this?

3. What are the sentences that describe ears of corn?

1. Mature ears of corn always have their heads lowered, while empty ears of corn hold their heads high.

2. Work hard to absorb nutrients to create numerous fruits, and remain humble even with impressive achievements.

3. The mature ears of corn lower their heads and contribute the results without reservation, without expecting a trace of gratitude from people.

4. Bending down humbly is out of maturity, not humility.

5. The plumper the grain, the droopier it is, and the more learned the man, the more humble he is.

6. When I was young, I always raised my head to the sky, not knowing what to fear. When mature, full, but humble and bowed.

7. The stubbornness that will never fall, and the unknown contribution, all come from the care of the sun: without the embrace of the sun, the upcoming maturity will always exist only in dreams.

8. When the ear of grain lowers its head, don’t think it has no ambition, it is a tribute to the earth.

9. Autumn is here, autumn is deep, and you can only see it full and pregnant when it is approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival.

10. Look at its yellow ears, look at its cute way of bending its hips, look at the golden color on its green leaves, look at its autumn fruits made of tiny grains of rice, Shaking and swaying in the breeze, with a swishing sound.

11. Autumn is here, and the golden ears of grain in the fields are bending the stalks, waiting for people to harvest and return them to the warehouse with a "smiling smile". The ears of grain have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

12. Flying in groups, not asking for each other, carrying ears of food and eating grains in peace.

13. Gu Sui’s words of raising and lowering the head tell us that no matter we love it or not, there will always be times when we need to lower our head.

14. The golden ears of grain hang their heavy heads and sway in the breeze, as if they are intoxicated with the joy of harvest.

15. I watched helplessly as my ears of rice, which had just been filled and were far from mature, struggled unsteadily on the thin rice stalks under the ruthless hail.

4. Poems about farm work

Watching the Cutting of Wheat

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The Tian family has few idle months, but in May people are twice as busy.

The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.

The women carry baskets with food, and the children carry pots of pulp.

Going to the salary fields together, Ding I am strong in Nangang.

I am full of heat and rustic weather, and my back is scorching with the scorching sky.

I am exhausted and do not know the heat, but I am grateful that the summer is long.

There are poor women again. The person holds the child next to him.

He holds the earrings in his right hand and hangs a basket on his left arm.

Hearing his words of care, those who hear them feel sad.

After all the taxes on my farmland have been exhausted, I just pick this up to satisfy my hunger.

What merit do I have now?

I am ashamed of myself when I read this, and I will never forget it till the end of my life

Pastoral Works in Spring

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Spring doves sing on the house, and apricot blossoms bloom white beside the village.

Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.

Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.

Spring meets the plowers

Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

Spring is early in Southern Chu, and the remaining cold has already brought prosperity.

The earth is plastered in the wilderness, and the white insects are competing for the camp.

The scenery did not reach the suburbs, and the people of Zhi plowed it occasionally.

The birds are chirping in the garden, and the new spring in Zhuze is clear.

Farming is done honestly, and being imprisoned will hinder your life.

The old pond is like weeds, and the remaining acres are like hazelnuts.

Mu Yin already had connections, but his efforts failed.

Talking about Congtian’s father’s words, the sentiments are conveyed in verses.

Caressing the grass with care and concern, looking back at the misty clouds.

Guan Tianjia

Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder startled the insects.

The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began.

The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.

Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream.

Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment is a joy.

There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there.

Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will have enough money and food to go out of the village.

4. April in the Countryside

Weng Juan of the Song Dynasty

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

5. What are the poems describing "wheat"

1. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. -Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"

2. Wheat grown in high fields will eventually fail to produce ears. -Anonymous Han Dynasty's "Ancient Song"

3. The wheat is green and the barley is yellow. The sun rises and the sky is cool. -Fan Chengda's "Silk Winding"

4. It is difficult to plant rice seedlings before it rains during the Qingming Festival, and the wheat is as low as cut pieces. -Liu Kezhuang's "Four Early Spring Poems"

5. Wheat fields are planted, and weeping poplar trees are planted on each bank. -Yang Wanli's "Three Poems on Crossing the Pingwang"

6. The wheat is as deep as a human being, so diffuse that it cannot see the ground. - "Harvesting Wheat" by Zheng Xie

7. The wheat seedlings are lush around the village, and the soft mulberry trees are everywhere. - Lu You's "Xiangyong"

8. The mulberry trees are green in the summer rain, and the ears of wheat are yellow in the autumn wind. -Zhang Wei "Farewell to My Old Friend in Suiyang"

9. The copper vase stores the rain of peach blossoms, while the golden ceiling shakes the wheat ears in the wind. - Lu Guimeng "After he attacked the beautiful people, he sent the great virtue from Xu to visit the rooftop"

10. Wheat seedlings are jingine, and wheat ears are also straight.

- Gaozong Hongli's "Viewing Wheat in the East Garden"

11. The wheat ears are long, but the rice seedlings and cattle are gone. -Su Shi's "Catching Locusts with Mr. Zhao and Seeing the Second Rhyme"

12. The wheat ears are pressed with heavy yellow clouds, and the sound of leaf-eating silkworms is coming. -Lu You's "April 1st"

13. The shepherd's purse flowers are yellow on the ground, and the wheat ears are white and the wind is blowing. -Chen Zhu's "Baixi Yantou"

14. Wheat rain and clear rain confuse the wild shore, and the peach blossom wind rushes over the stream. - Han Yuanji's "Encouraging Farming to Chisong Mountain"

15. The soil in Jinfang is barren and there are no rice fields. -Liu Xueji's "Seven Birds Ode·Early Plowing and Early Clothing"

6. Poems about crops

1. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part Three"

Wei Jin: Tao Yuanming

Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.

Translation:

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, where weeds are lush and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall.

The narrow mountain path was overgrown with vegetation, and my clothes were wet with night dew. It's not a pity that my clothes got wet. I just hope it doesn't go against my intention to return to the fields.

2. "Two Poems of Compassion for the Farmers"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen

Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death. It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knew that every meal on the plate is hard work?

Translation:

As long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no uncultivated land in the world, and hardworking farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, the sun is scorching, and farmers are still working, sweat dripping into the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of rice in our bowls contains the blood and sweat of farmers?

3. "Rice Field"

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

The green spring waves fill the Qianpi, and the clouds are as far as the eye can see.

Thousands of egrets and birds were spotted on the snow, breaking through the smoke and flying into the painting screen.

Translation:

The rice fields on the slopes are growing gratifyingly, the seedlings are fat and the trees are strong. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, the green waves of the terraced fields are rolling, reaching directly into the sky. In the sky above this green ocean, countless egrets fly freely, as if flying into a natural colorful painting screen.

4. "Between Ten Acres"

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Between Ten Acres, the mulberry trees are leisurely, walking and returning.

Ten acres away, the mulberry trees are leaking, and the walking and children are passing away.

Translation:

In a very large mulberry garden, young girls picked mulberries leisurely, and they went home singing together.

In a large adjacent mulberry garden, beautiful girls picked mulberries leisurely. They talked and laughed together as they headed home.

5. "Early Rice Harvested in the West Field in the Mid-September of the Gengxu Year"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

There is a way of life, and food and clothing are solid. Who doesn’t even camp, but just wants to be safe? If you start to practice regular business in spring, your achievements will be considerable.

In the morning, I work a little hard, and when I enter, I return the crops. There is frost and dew in the mountains, and the weather is cold first. Isn’t it hard for the Tian family? It is difficult to say goodbye.

The four bodies are tired, just like ordinary people suffering from dryness. Wash and rest under the eaves, fight with wine to scatter your face. The feeling of being depressed and drowned in the distance is relevant for thousands of years.

I hope it stays like this forever.

Translation:

There are common sense in life, and food and clothing are the first. Who can find peace of mind by abandoning this business? Farming started in early spring, and the harvest in one year was considerable. Go to work in the fields early in the morning, and return home with rice on your back at sunset. There is a lot of frost and dew in the mountains where I live, and it is already cold before the season arrives. Isn’t it hard for farmers to work? There is no way to escape this difficulty.

My body is indeed very tired, but fortunately there are no disasters to entangle me. Wash and rest under the eaves, drink and smile happily. Chang Jujie drowns and hides his farming ambition, and it has been closely related to me for thousands of years. I hope I can live like this for a long time, and I am willing to work hard on the fields.

7. What are the poems about wheat?

The poems about wheat are:

1. "Ancient Song" Han: Wheat planted in high fields will never grow into ears for a long time. . How can a man not feel haggard in a foreign country? Interpretation: This poem is a poem about a traveler's nostalgia for his hometown. Wheat is not suitable for planting in high fields, nor is it suitable for people to live in a foreign country.

"Appreciation of Ancient Poetry" comments: "It is easiest to feel haggard in a foreign country. It is very straightforward, but the reason is not explained, and it is very implicit."

2. "The Silk Road" Fan Chengda: The wheat is green The barley is yellow, the sun rises and the sky is cool. My aunt told me that she was busy, and she cooked cocoons behind her house to make the fragrance fragrant in front of the door. The wheeling carriage is noisy like wind and rain, and the cocoons are thick and the silk is long and unbroken. This year I have free time to weave silk, and tomorrow I will go to Ximen to sell silk. Interpretation: This poem was written in the early period of his life. It describes the busy work of his sister-in-law in cooking cocoons, reeling silk, and selling silk after receiving the silkworm cocoons in early summer. It reflects the social life scene and the hardship of life in the countryside at that time.

3. "Xian Yong" Lu You: When your career is unknown and you are not a saint, the waves shine by themselves. Cultivate endless laziness in the forest, and completely infatuate the world. Wheat seedlings grow thickly around the village, and mulberry trees fill the streets. The doctor Zhisou is really a good friend. I look for the disabled person and his support. Interpretation: It describes the poet's own leisure life, and finally expresses his gratitude to his benefactor and prays for his longevity.

4. "Three Poems on Crossing the Pingwang" Yang Wanli: Wheat fields are planted, and weeping poplars are planted on the banks. The wind blows from the sky and the rain comes from the pond. The chaotic harbor crosses the city, and the high bridge passes through the mast. Who said that if the book box is broken, the eaves will be taken back to Taihu Lake.

5. "Harvesting Wheat" by Zheng Xie: The wheat is as deep as a human being, so diffuse that it cannot see the ground. One bract has more than ten stems, and one stem has five or six ears. The solid grains are large and firm, three times older than the old ones. The cart is full of pigeons, and the calves are piled on top of each other. The place where the great army was set up was the place where the hills arose. The woman took advantage of the weather to make noise in the neighborhood. The poor carry the rest, and the old women carry the young children. Farmers have gained something, and they will not be discouraged when they die. I went to the floating house in Xia Shui, and I was lucky to survive. To make up for the losses with gains, we can store up the situation. Yun asked why the harvest of wheat is full and full. If you are not a good official, your government must follow the laws of nature. If there is nothing, the farmer is diligent, and the fleas have nothing to do but work hard. Thanks to the benevolence of God, the rain will arrive at the right time. Eliminate thieves and scorpions, and all the land in Long will be covered with snakes. You people, you people, never forget what God has given you.

6. "Ninety Miscellaneous Poems about Living in the Mountains" Cao Xun: Barley has not saved the hunger, but wheat has gradually grown. At this time, the farmer sighed, political obstruction is followed by green and yellow. I am afraid of frequent rains, I just want to enjoy the clear light. Farmers are at peace with me, and I pray for the blue sky day and night.

7. "Guan Mowed Wheat" Bai Juyi: The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a baby on her back. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. The Tian family lost all their taxes and picked this up to satisfy their hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.

8. "Ancient Song": Planting wheat in high fields will eventually fail to produce ears. How can a man not feel haggard in a foreign country?

9. "Enjoying a Tour of Zhangshan Garden with Prostitutes" by Su Shi: The apricots are golden and the wheat is ripe, and the breasts and magpie fists fall from the nest in Hsinchu. Therefore, the common things annoy the quiet people, and the fine horses and red makeup fill the valley. Although the urge to drink with a pot is strong, the sound of the cuckoo urging people to return is faster. The people in the wine shop are gone but the doors are closed, and the setting sun is hanging on the sparse trees in silence.

10. "Four Spring Morning Poems" Liu Kezhuang: It is difficult to plant rice seedlings before it rains during the Qingming Festival, and the wheat is as low as cut pieces. In the poor alleys, there is only drinking water, and the boy suddenly reports that the source of the well is dry.