Mouse, mouse, don't eat my millet! I have worked hard to raise you for several years, but you ignore my life. Swear to leave you and go to that ideal new paradise. New paradise, new paradise, is a good place to live! Mouse, mouse, don't eat my barley! Who will be grateful for raising you for so many years? Swear to leave you and go to the ideal new music city. New willingness, new willingness, labor value belongs to yourself! Mouse, mouse, don't eat my seedlings! Who will comfort you after working hard to feed you for so many years and sweating? Swear to leave you and go to that ideal new music suburb. New Music Suburb, New Music Suburb, who has been there?
Cao Zhi's Seven-step Poems
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other?
Yu Qian's Pingyang Daozhong
Waterbirds are singing in Liu Yin, and beancurd flowers are sprouting.
Every tooth is fine this year, and the price of Pingyang rice is low in April.
Xin Qiji visited the middle section of Huangsha Road in Xijiang River at night.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
The wind blows the wheat ripe, and the rain hits the plum yellow —— Yu Xin's "Welcome to Summer" in the Northern Zhou Dynasty
Bai Juyi watched the 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.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
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 a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their 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.
That's all I can think of for the time being I hope you are satisfied.
2. The rice poems in The Book of Songs Datian
There are many crops in the field, so we should plant them and return them.
Since preparation is one thing, I'm sorry.
I took the land in the south and planted hundreds of valleys.
It is both the court and the master, and the great-grandson is if.
Tough and good, not bad.
It is harmless to get rid of its moths and pests.
The ancestors of heaven have gods and fire feet.
There is prosperity, there is prosperity.
Rain is my public land, so I am private.
Childishness gains nothing, and neither does this.
Legacy and stagnation are beneficial to Iraqi widows.
Great-grandson came to check with his wife and children.
It is a pleasure to see every acre of land in the south.
Come to worship, with its black, but its millet.
It was built to sacrifice it, not to do great things.
3. Poems or famous sayings about cherishing food and resources (2 each) The simplicity of food: Who knows that every grain in a dish is hard?
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
See Bai Juyi
Look at cutting wheat.
Without agriculture, there would be instability, and without food, there would be chaos.
Pearls are precious and rice is king.
● Save food like gold, and have food.
This is a bit of a waste of resources:
Thomas Paine, one of the founding fathers of the United States, once wrote: "Man did not create the earth, so the earth itself is not human property. People's property is recreated, and every private owner owes the rent he owns to society. "
Knowledge will replace capital, natural resources and manpower and become the most basic economic resource.
"Resources will be exhausted, and only culture will be endless. All industrial products are created by human wisdom. Huawei has no natural resources to rely on, but only digs big oil fields, big forests and big coal mines in people's minds. "
Goethe famously said: Nature is the greatest book.
Environmental protection Quotes
1, nature is a kind mother and a cruel butcher. Hugo
What the earth provides is enough to meet everyone's needs, but not enough to fill everyone's desires. Gandhi
Only by obeying nature can we conquer nature. -Darwin
4. What are the agricultural poems in The Book of Songs? Agricultural poetry mainly refers to the poems describing agricultural production and life and political and religious activities directly related to agriculture in the Book of Songs.
According to their descriptions, they can be divided into agricultural sacrifice poems and agricultural life poems. The more important agricultural poems in The Book of Songs are: 1, Xiao Ya Xin Nan Shan. Before the Qin Dynasty, the anonymous letter Nanshan was written by Wei Yudian.
Rudder rudder rudder rudder rudder rudder rudder rudder rudder rudder? I mind my own business, the south and the east are all divided into three areas.
Heaven is like clouds. Rain and snow will benefit from it.
Excellent and excellent, both are enough. Give birth to me.
Wings wings, millet millet. Great-grandchildren's fat, thought wine and food.
I am a corpse, and I will live for ten thousand years. Nakata has Lu, and there are melons in the territory.
It was the ancestors of the emperor who undressed and sacrificed. Great-grandchildren's longevity experiment was influenced by heaven.
Sacrifice sake and enjoy the ancestral test. Take a knife to brush its hair and take its blood.
It's enjoyment, it's fun. Sacrifice to Kong Ming, the ancestor is the emperor.
Give something back. May God live forever!
Mount Zhongnan stretches continuously, which is the site created by Dayu. Pieces of vilen are flat and tidy, and later generations plow here.
Divide the fields and dig ditches, and dragons extend in all directions. In winter, the sky is overcast, and snowflakes fall in waves.
Coupled with the drizzle, the water is so abundant, nourishing the earth, irrigating all directions, and making our crops flourish. The ridges are uniform, and the millet and sorghum are flourishing.
Children and grandchildren have a bumper harvest now, and wine is made from grain. I can use my body to entertain guests and friends. May the gods bless me and let me live long.
There are houses in the middle of the ridge, and fruits and vegetables grow on the edge of the ridge. Peel, cut into pieces and marinate into pickles for the great ancestors.
Their descendants depend on the protection of heaven and live a long and happy life. The altar is full of sake, and then a bull as red as a jujube is offered, and the ancestors will sacrifice before the spirit.
Pick up a knife decorated with a golden bell, peel off the fur of the sacrificial cow, and take out its blood and grease. So I made a winter sacrifice, giving off fragrance.
The ceremony was solemn and orderly, and the ancestors came happily. I wish you great happiness and a long life to repay the filial piety of future generations.
2, "Putian" pre-Qin: anonymous Putian, Wei Jiao. No one from Philip Burkart, I'm tired.
If there is no Tian Futian, Wei Junjie. Without Philip Burkart people, it's hard to be disturbed.
Wanbi The total angle is awkward.
See you later, suddenly! The fields are vast and uncultivated, and weeds grow tall and strong. Don't worry about people far away, and don't worry.
The fields are vast and uncultivated, and weeds grow deep and flourishing. Don't worry about people far away, melancholy.
Beautiful children are poor, with small croissants. I haven't seen you for a few days, and suddenly I grew up wearing a crown hat.
3, "Datian" Pre-Qin: There are many crops in the field of Anonymous, whether it is planting or preparing. I'm sorry, I carry nanmu on my back.
Sow a hundred grains, both the court master and the great grandson. The prescription is soap, which is strong and good, not bad.
It is harmless to get rid of its moths and pests. The ancestors of heaven have gods and fire feet.
The tide is rising, pray for rain. Rain is my public land, so I am private.
He lost his childhood, he didn't gather his wealth, he inherited it, and he had the advantage of being a widow. Great-grandson came to check with his wife and children.
It is a pleasure to see every acre of land in the south. Come to worship, with its black, but its millet.
It was built to sacrifice it, not to do great things. The field is vast and there are many crops, so I chose the seed to repair the guy and made all the preparations in advance.
I picked up a sharp plow and began to do farm work in the field. Sowing millet seeds, the seedlings are tall and strong, and the great-grandson is very happy.
The heading of crops has been set, the seeds are full and grow well, and there are no empty ears and weeds. Get rid of pests, moths and flies, and thieves can't escape. Don't hurt my seedlings.
Thanks to the god of agriculture, insects were burned to death in the fire. The cool breeze is full of gloomy clouds and the light rain is fine.
Raindrops fall on the public domain and spill on my private domain. There were no cuttings in the valley, and several plants here leaked into the ground; A pile of hay fell there, and the ears were scattered here at three to five, taking care of the widow and letting her pick it up.
Great-grandson's inspection has arrived, and we have met farmers, women and children. They sent food to Tian tou, and Tian was very happy to see it.
Great-grandchildren came to worship God, yellow cattle and black pigs put on record, millet and sorghum were matched with Jia Zhen. Offer sacrifices and pray for great happiness in your life.
4, "Chen Gong" pre-Qin: anonymous, respectful. The king gave you a law, and you should consult and study the dispatch.
Hello, Tian, it's late spring, what else to draw? We should consider how to standardize the she field in Xintian. Ah, there is more wheat. It seems that there will be a good harvest. The great god of light finally gave a good year.
Order my farmers to collect your shovels and hoes. I'm going to get a sickle. Hello, hello, officials, you are diligent in performing your official duties.
The king has given you the law, so you should discuss and study scheduling. Hey hey, Tianguan, it's late spring. Is there anything else to plan? It's time to consider how to improve Xintian Shetian.
Ah, what a lush wheat! It looks like a good harvest. The great god of light finally gave a bumper harvest year.
Order my farmers to collect your shovels and hoes. I'm going to check the sickle harvest. 5, "Harvest Year" Pre-Qin: Anonymous harvest years are many and many, but also high, trillion and thirty.
For wine, for ancestors. In order to negotiate a hundred gifts, blessings are all.
In the harvest year, wagons carrying grain carry buckets, and there are towering granaries beside the grain fields, and hundreds of millions of welcome grain are well stored. It became a thousand cups of wine and was enshrined in front of the ancestors' spirits.
Various festivals were held grandly, and Qi Hongtian's house came to every household.
5. Feng Wei, a poem praising labor in the Book of Songs: "Between ten acres, mulberry is idle. Ok and son are still very happy. Ten acres away, mulberries are venting. The line is dead. " This is a song about picking mulberry leaves: in the dense mulberry garden, the mulberry picking girls work hard and baskets of mulberry leaves are picked. It's time to go home, so they picked up their baskets and walked together, laughing and making noise all the way, showing the harmonious atmosphere in the mulberry garden and the cheerful mood after work.
Xiaoya has no sheep: "Who says you have no sheep? Sanbaiwei Group. Who says you don't have a cow? 90 (run). Sheep come to think, and the horns splash (Ji); Niu Er began to think, and his ears were wet. Or fall in Afghanistan, or drink in the pool, or sleep or make mistakes. I wrote an idyllic poem: Under the blue sky and white clouds, Shan Ye is full of cattle and sheep, some are grazing, some are walking on the hillside, some are drinking water in the pond, and some are being naughty.
"Nan Zhou Yves": "Don't take it, take it with sparse words. Adopt benzene, thin words. Select slugs and make a short comment. Pick slugs and smooth them with fine print. Pick slugs, thin words (xi). Pick cockroaches, thin words (thank you). " Grupo, or plantain, is a musical song of women picking plantains. Mr. Yu Guanying, a famous classical literature expert, translated it into vernacular, which is very implicit and full of folk songs: pick and pick plantain seeds, pick and pick quickly. Pick and pick the plantain seeds, pick and pick them in your hand. Plantago seeds are picked one by one. Plantago seeds are picked and smoothed. The plantain seeds are picked and picked, and the skirt is pocketed. I picked the plantain again and again, rolled up my skirt and came back.
6. A modern poem about respecting food and a poem about cherishing food. Part I: Three questions about food.
Author: Walking in groups
paddy field
Starting with seedlings
Until the plants thrive.
Don't envy the flowers and plants in the city.
Don't hate the loneliness in the country.
In the season of rice fragrance
Talking to frogs
Listen to cicadas
After the particles were sent back to the warehouse,
As long as people need it
I will always dedicate the most beautiful essence of my life.
soybean
Not as tall as a fruit tree
Not as delicious as strawberries.
Grow silently in the fields
Break out in June or August.
Make friends with shallots.
Clear life
Keep company with green vegetables.
The cold winter moon guards peace.
When we are holding a cup of hot milk and soy milk.
Did you taste a faint taste?
fragrance
sweet potato
You are deeply immersed in the soil.
Let the vines wrap around the ground and stretch
In the years of hunger and cold
People use you to feed their hunger.
the crown of the year
People use you to make wine.
But, uh, ...
No one can understand your loneliness in the mud.
No one can understand the poverty of your life.
When people drink freely,
Your heat
It often makes people blush.
This is the moment when people understand your power.
A poem about cherishing food Part II: Food
Author: August spring
A word in the season
You lower your figure, then lower it.
Sprouting in the throb of dreams, spitting green.
You are the calluses of spring, summer and autumn.
New favorite in the palm of your hand
Even in the coldest winter,
They all expressed their deep respect for your steaming kitchen smoke.
You are humble and insignificant.
Tiny ants can take home.
I said you were great-
Fragrant words that nourish the growth of life
Poems about cherishing food Part III: Love food
Author: Meng Bizhen
Grains like sunshine.
Absorb sunlight into the body
You will look full and healthy.
Dark skin
shine
With a charming light
Eating goods doesn't like talking.
This is the dream of green crops.
Stand in a mature place
Embrace the wind
Everything is natural and comfortable.
Everything seems calm.
Love food
Grains like singing.
Use its sincere language.
Sing about the future.
In its belly.
Hide the concentrated sunlight