A 98-word poem about saving grain 1. An ancient poem about saving food
Minnong
Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Two "Show mercy to farmers". Look at cutting wheat.
Bai Juyi
the Tang Dynasty
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 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.
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.
Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river
Song dynasty; surname
People who come to the river often only love perches.
You see a boat, going in and out in the storm.
Minnong
Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
2. What are the ancient poems about saving food?
1, farmer father
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi
Transport and hoe? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness.
Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.
Explanation:
Every day before the stars go down (flying to Dai Yue for work), we all go to the fields to work hard. When the harvest is in sight, how happy the whole family is!
Finally, all the harvest income will be exploited by the government. I can't live at home, and I don't know when to sell my wife and children!
2. Nagata/Sadata
Tang Dynasty: Nie Zhongyi
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.
Explanation:
In February, the silkworm did not cocoon, and it became a matter of paying off debts early; May valley is immature and has been sold with great pain.
This is to dig out the good meat in my heart to repair the sore in front of me.
I hope the emperor's heart will become a bright candle.
Not according to the luxurious banquet, but according to the victim's empty house.
3. "Don't state the person"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The old people walked back, and the pot was full of farewell banquets.
There are no trees in Gan Tang, so I have to cry.
For poor families, taxes are too heavy and farmers are eager for dry land.
Leave only one lake to save the disaster year with you.
Explanation:
The elders in Hangzhou prepared a table full of water and wine and sent them on their way.
As a local official, I was ashamed that I had accomplished nothing when I was in office, and I couldn't help crying.
Because of heavy taxes, there are many poor farmers; Because there are many dry fields, farmers also have famine.
Only a lake can be left for the elders to save the famine.
4. "The second kind of farmers"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Explanation:
At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil.
Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
5. "Back to the Garden, Part III"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Explanation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.
3. Poems about saving and cherishing food
Who knows that every Chinese food on the plate is hard!
Meaning: Who knows that the food on our plate embodies the hard work of farmers?
Source:
Minnong
(Tang)
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
Appreciation: This poem describes the scene of working in farmers' fields at noon in the scorching sun, and generally shows the hard work life of farmers all year round. Finally, "Who knows that Chinese food tastes bad?" This maxim expresses the poet's sincere sympathy for the peasants.
4. A poem about frugality
Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Farmer Li Shen hoes the ground at noon every day, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows, every Chinese food is hard to stay in the rime mountain, Xuntuo's home and Tang Libai's home. I am lonely and unhappy. The Tian family suffers from autumn, and the daughter next door is cold at night. Kneel down in the carved rice, and the moon is bright. It's a pity to drift from mother to mother, but Sanxie can't eat it. Bai Juyi's family has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May. My back is burning in the sun. I don't know how hot it is, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a baby beside me. My right hand holds my ear and my left arm hangs a basket. Listening to her words of concern, I feel sad. My family has lost all taxes, so I have to pay it. Today, I have never been a farmer. I received 300 stones, and I have surplus food in my life. I'm ashamed of it, and I can't forget it every day.