(1) Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" From the third and fourth sentences of Shen Li's ancient poem "Show mercy to farmers", the whole poem says: "Weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " The main idea of this poem is that farmers are weeding in the fields at noon, and a drop of sweat drops on the land. Who can know the origin of this meal? Every grain is so hard. In the first two sentences, the author didn't say how hard it is for farmers to farm and how hard it is for crops to grow. He just made a vivid rendering of the plot of farmers sweating in the hot sun, which made people make this hard and hard taste more concrete, profound and real. Therefore, in the end, the poet's rhetoric that "every grain is hard" is very convincing, especially comparing a grain to dripping sweat makes people cherish the grain.
(2) Looking at the countries and families of the former sages, the reason is thrift and extravagance. The sentence "Looking at the country of the sages from a distance is from thrift and extravagance" comes from Li Shangyin's Poem on the Epic II in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem says: "Looking back on the sages' families in the past, we were thrifty and extravagant. Why amber is a pillow, and real pearls are cars. If you don't meet Qinghai horses far away, it will be difficult to pull out the snakes in Shushan. Several people had sung songs in the south in advance, and finally Cangwu cried for Cui Hua. "The overall idea of poetry is an investigation of history. Every wise country's success comes from thrift, and its decline comes from luxury. Why do you have to use amber as a pillow? Why take pearls on horseback? I wanted to travel far, but I didn't meet a maxima. It is difficult for me to pull a fierce snake in Shushan alone. How many people have heard of Shun Di's Song of the South Wind? Until forever, only in Cangwu can I cry at the green canopy. The first sentence of this poem, "Looking back at the sages' countries, from frugality to extravagance", directly points out that looking back at the past dynasties, thrift can prosper the country, and extravagance and greed will perish, and puts forward the key to the success or failure of all political power.
Li Shen's poem about saving food? The riddle of saving grain hoes and sweats at noon. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
The couplet on saving grain: a porridge and a meal is not easy to remember;
Bottom line: half a silk and half a wisp, it is difficult to persist in material resources.
Excerpt from Zhu Xi's family instructions
There are mangoku grains at home, but the piles are not long.
Poor food and rocks, but also rough food.
● There is no seed of gold, which comes from a thrifty family.
Save a mouthful when you are full and a bucket when you are hungry.
● There is a long stream of water, and there is no disaster.
● It is inevitable to save money on alcohol and tobacco and ask for help.
● When there is a shortage, save the shortage and save the shortage.
The benefits of living, the pain of using money.
Be careful for half a year, and it is not difficult to encounter famine.
● There is a reserve every year, and there is no shortage of people in famine years.
Fertile land, a liter of solar eclipse. There are thousands of rooms in Guangsha, and I sleep seven feet at night.
● If you are full, why do you want eight treasures? Seven feet, a thousand households?
● Forgot to put your hand behind you. There is no turning back at present.
● It's hard to think about a porridge and a meal, and it's hard to keep thinking about it.
● Cherish clothes and clothes, and cherish food.
● Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
● The change of one porridge and one meter of sweat.
● If you don't take charge, you don't know that rice is expensive.
Who would know that her simple face is the cutest among them, and * * * pitifully dressed in simplicity in this era.
When eating, you should know that cattle and horses are good, and when writing silk, you should remember the silkworm raiser.
What poems are there to express saving food? The poem expressing saving food is as follows:
1. At noon on the day of weeding, sweat dripped down the soil. It's hard for anyone to see the Chinese food on the plate.
2. Pearl is precious, and rice is king.
3. Be quiet to cultivate one's morality, and be frugal to cultivate one's morality.
4. From frugality to luxury, from luxury to frugality.
5. Thrift is also a virtue; Waste is a great evil.
6. Thrift and simplicity are human virtues.
7. Be thrifty in the country and thrifty at home.
8. People's livelihood is diligent, but there is no shortage of diligence.
9-foot steamy summer rustic, with burning sun on his back.
10. There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death.
1 1. It is difficult to keep thinking about material resources.
12. Saving food is glorious, but wasting food is shameful.
13. Although we don't lose a grain of rice, we are thrifty.
14. If you don't eat clean, you will get sick, and if you don't eat enough, you will get flies.
15. If you plant a millet in spring, there will be 10,000 seeds in Qiu Cheng. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Kun Li, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, saved food and pitied farmers.
Plant a millet in spring,
Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
Farmers still starve to death.
When I was in grade one, I paid little attention to saving food. A lot of glistening rice grains are left on the table and dropped into the bowl every day.
My mother saw me wasting food like this and decided to take me for a walk in the fields on Sunday, so that I could have a good look at the hard work of the farmer's uncle in growing rice. I don't know my mother's pains, but I jumped three feet with joy.
On Sunday, when my mother and I were going to pull a cart to the fields, my mother suddenly said, "Son, the car is broken, so we have to walk." The loud weather is daunting, and the strong sun scorches the earth like a big fireball. Sweat kept oozing from my forehead, and I said impatiently to my mother, "Mom, when will it arrive?" But my mother always said, "Soon!" .
When I got to the country, I looked at it with my eyes wide open. The field is green, just like a big green blanket lying there. People can't wait to jump on it and have a good sleep. On this green blanket, there are many hardworking farmers' uncles busy with farm work, some are raking fields, some are picking seedlings, and some are weeding ... Look, a farmer's uncle in his thirties over there is throwing seedlings! He took the green seedlings out of a board and scattered them in the ground, letting them "go with the flow". Every time he throws a handful of seedlings, the sweat on his arm flies to the field with the seedlings. In addition, there is a farmer's uncle who hoes weeds. He bends down gently and uses his calloused hands to remove dirty weeds and sludge from the rice fields. The burning sun shone on the back of every farmer, and sweat soaked their clothes. The farmers came out of the fields, covered in mud and sweating like a pig. Suddenly, I saw my grandmother in her sixties working in the fields. She bent down for about five or six minutes, stood up and stretched herself, and kept beating her waist with her hands. The sweat on my head didn't have time to wipe it, and it fell to the ground drop by drop, like rain. At this time. I can't help but think of a poem by Li Shen: "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows the Chinese food on the plate? Every grain is hard. "
When I got home, I thought about it over and over again. I used to think it was really wrong to waste food like this. I am determined to cherish every hard-won grain.
The composition about saving food, 60 words of food, is very important to us. We can hardly survive without food.
Now, due to global warming, environmental deterioration and abnormal climate, some places have failed to harvest food, which leads to food shortage and soaring food prices. Many poor people can't afford food because of soaring food prices and live a miserable life. Grain has become a big problem in the world.
Food is too important for people, and saving and cherishing has also become a topic for people.
I remember when I was a child, the kindergarten teacher taught us to sing children's songs about saving food, such as "Who knows that every grain is hard", and taught us to cherish every grain and not to waste it; Mother also set an example. When washing rice, she always washes rice carefully and carefully picks up the fallen rice grains and puts them into the pot. This taught me to cherish food.
In primary school Chinese class, the teacher asked us to make sentences with "hard-won". I did not hesitate to write: "We should cherish the hard-won grain planted by farmers' uncles. "The teacher put a bright red tick on my sentence.
However, I also found a lot of food waste: not many students have lunch at school, but they can always find glistening rice in the trash can; In the dining hall, some people order a lot of dishes and throw them out when they can't finish them, which is a waste of money and food. These phenomena are really distressing.
In order to save food, my parents and I have also made great efforts: I clean up the rice grains in the bowl every meal; When eating out, mom and dad never waste money and eat as much as they want. Once, my mother saw me eating so cleanly and said half jokingly, "My son's bowl can be washed today." I listened, and my heart was filled with joy.
We must cherish food and don't waste it, because wasting food is wasting the hard work of farmers' uncles, and wasting food is wasting the fruits of farmers' uncles' labor.
Ah! As long as everyone saves food, protects the ecological environment and cares for the earth's resources, I believe the world will become better.
Li Shen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem about saving food. It is noon every day after cutting crops.
Sweat dripped on the soil under the plants.
Who knows the food on our plate?
Fast is hard.