On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind. Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .
Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife. The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.
It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! . In the Northern Dynasty, the Yuefu Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, was shaped like a vault and covered with cages.
The sky is gray, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows, and the cattle and sheep are low. He Jingzhi Huangshan said that beauty is not true, and mountains and rivers are different as talented people. There are clouds like the sea in Laoshan Mountain, but there are no mountains and clouds in Laoshan Mountain.
Cha Chu is endless, and he has been on Wan Li Road for 23 years. Crows can't fly back to geese, and some worker ants have double fangs.
At the beginning of the investigation, Bai Aishan's love for water became my addiction, and it was full of hardships to laugh. Tiger's tongue and dragon's teeth are out of danger at first, and the poem "Looking at Dongting from afar" is inscribed in the Green Wave Pavilion. The lake and the autumn moon in Yuxi, Liu Tang, set each other off, and the pool surface is windless and the mirror surface is not polished.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Wang Yue What a magnificent Mount Tai! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Song Sushi's "Tixilin Wall" looks like a mountain peak on the edge of a ridge, with different heights.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. "Qiantang Spring Tour" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low water level at first.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
2. Write a poem about land * * * Land (1) Rock * * * was born in the torrent. After the rain clears, you give the blue sky. (2) Mother is shy. She dresses you up with weeds dotted with green leaves and red flowers. You often roll up your sleeves and criticize the matchmaker. (3) Mother gives you less dowry and less gold and silver jewelry. The greedy husband disdains to touch you. * * * On your face (4) Your child has the same yellow skin and black skin as you. You give them a toddler with muddy hands. My son envied the height of the rock. You once told him that it was his grandfather's grave. (6) Your daughter got married in the wind and rain. You tell them not to be afraid to accompany the sea. In addition, Liu Zhanqiu also wrote The Land of China. Do you know that this magical land is buried with azaleas and colorful flowers, and the sigh of the goddess comes from the Three Gorges. In winter, from frozen soil to green coconut groves, rosy waves touch the sand. Do you know that this magical land, with yellow skin and black hair, is so beautiful, and its character, tenacious and brave, is like a lake in a breeze and the Yangtze River under a thousand miles of frost grapes, which opens the opportunity for revival?
3. The poem describing the land is 1, and "Different Land" is in the Han Dynasty: Cao Cao's native land is different, and the river is in the middle 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 the main book of the week as the South City" Ming: Luo loves the door valve, and does not tire of it. 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: Zhengyi Huangzhong's land was lost in the past and 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, "Shangsong Xuanniao" Pre-Qin: Unknown destiny Xuanniao, born in Shang, the house is yin soil.
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. Jingweiyuan River
Yin was appointed, 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, "Returning to the Garden, Part II" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming was into the badlands, and he was in a poor lane for several rounds. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *. 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.
4. Write poetry, take home as your home, hometown as your hometown, hometown as your country, and the world as your world.
Take a deep breath to hide your tears and mourn the hardships of people's lives.
Suffer hardship first, enjoy it later; Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later; be the first to bear hardships and the last to enjoy comforts; be concerned about affairs of the state before others, and enjoy comforts after others; be the first to be concerned with state affairs and the last to enjoy oneself
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.
A gentleman takes righteousness as the quality, gains righteousness as the priority, loses righteousness as the light, takes pride in righteousness, and loses righteousness as a disgrace.
I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving my courage and courage behind.
No one has died since ancient times, take the heart of Dan and follow history.
I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend the wheel platform for my country.
Only the battlefield is the death of the country. Why do they still wear boots when they die?
If you live high in the temple, you will worry about the people, and if you live far in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king.
There are thousands of mansions, which protect the poor all over the world, and the wind and rain are like calm mountains.
5. What are the poems describing the fields? Poems describing the fields are: 1, Uncle Tian Yu, nobody lives in the alley, nobody lives? 2, there is no field, only obedience.
No one from Philip Burkart, I'm tired. 3, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night.
4, take a field, take ten thousand years. 5. Going to Ueno, what a lonely grave.
6, the old silkworm has not returned, and Baitian has been reeling. 7. On the spring night, Zhuting presented Qian Shaofu to Lantian.
8. It's not easy to make money in Shan Ye. 9, white hair and weak stars, farming with grandchildren.
10, Tian Tian soon went down to the imperial court and stayed in Changsha for another year. 1 1, Tianjia has less leisure time, and people are twice as busy in May.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. 13, in April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and only sericulture was inserted into the fields.
14, the wicker will be comfortable, the cloak will be soft and the wheat field will be shallow. 15, one water protects the field, and two mountains give green.
6. Ai Qing's Land I love this land.
—— Ai Qing
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. ...
(1938 1 1 month17th)
7. What are the poems about land? Liu Yun, an old farmer, is used to the soft mud skimming between his toes, the splashing water from the hooves, the immortal music, the dew on the grass tips playing on his trousers, the growth of his mind on the land after thousands of years, the collision of expectant eyes with the ears of rice, the taste of millet after rain, the eternal fragrance of life, the sunset in the leisure ridge and the golden light of his father on the indigo Yuan Ye. The figure is heavy and long. I want to say that July is a rural field. The crops are indulging in singing the green of rice grains and the yellow of millet. The trees covering the village and the weeds in the garden are stirring the light of life with a kind of enthusiasm and boldness. I want to say that July is a hot spot for you, and it is my hands that weave an endless web. All love grows on the land, so that storms and even insects can prove their firmness. I just open my heart and let go of my ideals. I mean, July is July. The working people first picked the first drop of dew and the last touch of starlight. The cow walked steadily and woke up with a stumbling plow. Agricultural machinery rumbled, and the sun chased every straw hat like a raging fire. I want to say that July is just a busy farming season, but it is a symphony of sweat and soil. Yes, July is a passionate, generous, hard-working and bitter song. Happiness and sadness are not enough. July is a rushing river, roaring with endless vitality and unremitting direction. At this moment of double robbing, I'm going to charge. 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 crops. I hope there will be a night breeze, and I will start plowing tomorrow. This is an ancient painting. Picture The cow pulls the plough and pulls the father's father's whip. This is an ancient wheezing sound that spreads in the field with the sound of squeezing the soil between the cow and their feet. This is an ancient field, a monument solidified by the sweat of our ancestors. Father plowed the land and silently read the inscription rolled in the soil. Pants barefoot into the soft mud, pulse connected to the heart of the earth. Blood is flowing in the soil, and the heat wave bursts. Boiling sweat and tears are the theme 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. The new green is a line of poetry, the marker of childhood is outlined into a realistic pattern, and a picture of hope is stretched out. Yinghua umbrella is lost in the secular dust, in the wind and rain, the straw hat covers the sky, and the once shy face is 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. Birds nest on the ridge among the ancient branches, and the songs of daytime birds are crisp but far away. An old farmer slowly pulled out an old cow from the bamboo forest. Then the cow's hoof hit the ground hard. This morning's mist mixed with the smell of smoke from 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.
8. How does the landowner express himself in his poems? How does the land Lord express himself in his poems: land Lord, land Lord, country Lord, land Lord: February 2 of the lunar calendar, the day when the land Lord ascended to heaven: August 15 of the lunar calendar, Zhuluo County Records: "Mid-Autumn Festival is the same as February 2; Visit the autumn newspaper.
The songs of the four seasons are blowing and listening to each other. For the sake of social drama, the so-called spring prayer and autumn newspaper is the same as the above two days. Today's sacrifice ceremony should be a change of the old social sacrifice custom.
Since ancient times, there has been a worship of land to ask God to give birth to all things in China: the land carries all things and gives birth to all things, and grain is used to support the people. There is a saying in the popular chapter of Zuo Zhuan: "Where there is a society, there must be a land god, who is the master of guarding the society and is called the superior." .
The so-called land god is the country god, and its origin is awe and gratitude to the earth: Shuo Wen Jie Zi: "The country is also the landlord", as the name implies, the country answers that it is the master of the land, and it is a sacrifice to the earth, and it is also said to be abandoned. The Book of Rites: "After the earth, the god of the country will also be there", and the chapter "Sacrifice Method" in the Book of Rites notes that "the following doctor Bao has lived in groups for more than a hundred editions, so he can establish a country"
Historical records? "amenorrhea Zen": "Tang is used to cut down the summer and worship the land." Hanshu Wuxing Zhi also has the right to call "the old system, and twenty-five schools are one society". The ancients respected the heavens and loved the land. "The land is vast and can't be enshrined everywhere, so it is a fief for the society and a sacrifice to repay merit."