1. A collection of ancient poems praising labor
1. "Compassion for the Farmers" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. 2. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The Tian family has few free 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 a mat with food, and the children carry a pot of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a child beside her.
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 taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. 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.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
5. "Compassion for the Farmers" Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty 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.
6. "The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The charcoal seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth. Poor clothes and clothes, worried about the cold weather.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks. The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white. He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and shouts at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it. Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
7. "The Fisherman on the River" Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass. You see, a boat is in and out of the storm.
8. "Wang Qing Qing from a Farmer's House" by Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty. He heard the west wind and rain in Qin, and asked whether the west wind would return sooner or later. The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from the heights of the wheat field.
9. "Five Hundred Words from the Capital to Fengxian" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Du Ling has commoners, but the boss has become careless. What a fool to commit oneself! Stealing Biji and Deed.
It actually fell into a gourd, and the white head was sweet and broad. The matter of covering the coffin is over, and this ambition is often coveted.
Worrying about Li Yuan in the poor years, sighing at the heat in the intestines. Making fun of classmates is so intense.
Isn’t it true that today’s corridors and temples are in short supply when constructing buildings? Kui Huo leans toward the sun, and its physical properties are solid and hard to snatch away.
Gu Wei is like an ant, but he only seeks his own nest; Hu is a huge whale, and he always wants to attack Ming Bo? This is because I have misunderstood my physiology, and I am ashamed of myself. From now on, can you bear to be dust? In the end, I felt ashamed of my nest and my home, and could not change my relationship.
Drink and chat comfortably, and sing to relieve your sorrow. At the end of the year, the grass is gone, and the high hills are cracked by the strong wind.
The Tianqu is overcast and majestic, and the guests are in the middle of the night. The frost is severe and the belt is broken, and the finger cannot be knotted.
Passing through Lishan Mountain in the early morning, the imperial couch was lying on the ground. Chi Yousai stood in the cold sky and trod on the slippery cliffs and valleys.
The Qi of Yaochi is sluggish, and the feathers and forests are in a state of chaos. The monarch and his ministers stayed and entertained, and the joy moved Yin to entanglement.
The tassels that are given to bathers are all long, and the banquets are not short and brown. The silk fabrics divided by Tongting originated from Hannu.
He whipped his husband's family and gathered tribute to the city. The saint's basket is full of kindness, and he really wants the country to live.
If the minister suddenly realizes the truth, will you abandon this thing? The imperial court is full of people, and the benevolent should tremble! Kuang heard that the gold plate inside was all in Weihuo's room. There are dancing gods in the middle hall, and the smoke is covered with jade.
Warm guests are like mink and mouse fur, and sorrow is in charge of driving away the clear harem. Treat guests to camel hoof soup, frosted orange and tangerine.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. The prosperity and decline are so close, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again.
Beiyuan leads to Jingwei, and Guandu changes its course again. The water flows down from the west and is as high as the eye can see.
It is suspected that it is coming from Kongtong, and I am afraid that it will touch the Tianzhu and break it. Fortunately, the river beam is not blocked, and the branches are sounding.
Travelers rely on each other, and Sichuan and Guangzhou cannot be crossed. The old wife lives in a different county and is separated by ten people from each other in the wind and snow.
Who can ignore it for a long time? I am hungry and thirsty. When I heard the howl at the entrance, my young son died of hunger! I would rather give up and mourn, and I will sob in the alleys.
Ashamed to be a father, he died young because he had no food. Little did he know that in the autumn harvest, there is poverty and haste.
Life is exempt from rent and tax, and the name is not subject to conquest. The traces of caressing are still sour and pungent, and the average person is solid and crumbly.
I meditate on the unemployed, because I miss the soldiers far away. Worry ends with Qi Zhongnan, but the hole cannot be broken.
10. "Poor Girl" by Qin Taoyu of the Tang Dynasty. He dared to praise his skill with the needle with his ten fingers, and did not draw his eyebrows into elongation. I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others.
11. "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 in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. 2. Poems in Praise of Labor
Guan Mowing Wheat Bai Juyi, who was the captain of Yusi County at that time. The Tian family has few free 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 for food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a child beside her.
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 taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
Compassion for Farmers Li Shen Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land everywhere, and farmers are still starving to death.
"The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi is a masterpiece. The charcoal seller cuts down firewood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black. Where do you make money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
My poor clothes are in plain clothes, my heart is worried and I wish it would be cold. At night, there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn, the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high, so they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who is Pian Pian riding here? The messenger in yellow is in white.
Holding the document in his hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north. A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk ribbon are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal. "Compassion for the Farmers" It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dripped from the soil; who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard work.
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy! The wine and meat in the Zhumen stinks, and there are people freezing to death on the road. Who among the people weeps the most? Sima's green shirt is wet in the middle of the river. 3. Poems praising workers
1. Seventeen Qiupu Songs·Fourteen of them Tang Dynasty: Li Bai The fire shines on the sky and the earth, and the red stars are scattered with purple smoke.
On a bright moonlit night in Nanlang, the song moves Hanchuan. Translation: The fire is burning, red stars are splashing, purple smoke is steaming, and the vast world is illuminated by the red fire.
Copper smelting workers sang while working on a bright moon night. Their singing broke the silence of the night and shook the cold rivers. 2. Silkworm Woman Song Dynasty: Zhang Yu I went to the city yesterday and came back with tears streaming down my face.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture people. Translation: Yesterday I went into town to sell silk, and when I came back my handkerchief was soaked with tears.
Why are you so sad? I saw rich people all dressed in silk and satin, but none of them were silkworm farmers. 3. The Farmer Looks at the Clear Sky, Tang Dynasty: Yong Yuzhi He heard the west wind and rain in Qin, and asked whether the west wind would return sooner or later.
The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from the heights of the wheat field. Translation: I once heard that when the west wind blows in Qin (now Shaanxi), it will rain. West wind, when will you go back? The gray-haired old farmer stood high on the wheat field for a long time, looking forward to the dark clouds dispersing and the sun to reappear.
4. The charcoal seller Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi The charcoal seller cut firewood and burned charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth. Poor clothes and clothes, worried about the cold weather.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart is rolling over the ice tracks. The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white. He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and shouts at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it. Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are fastened to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
Translation: There was an old man selling charcoal, who spent the whole year cutting firewood and burning charcoal in the Nanshan Mountains. His face was covered with dust and looked smoky, his temples were white and his fingers were black.
What do you use the money you get from selling charcoal? In exchange for clothes and food. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that the charcoal is worthless and hopes that the weather will be colder.
A foot of heavy snow fell outside the city at night. At dawn, he hurriedly drove a charcoal cart to the market on an icy road. The cow was tired and the man was hungry, but the sun had risen very high, so he rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who are those two equestrians who are getting carried away? They were the eunuchs and eunuch's subordinates in the palace. They held documents in their hands and said it was the emperor's order. They shouted at the ox and pulled it towards the palace.
A cart of charcoal weighed more than a thousand kilograms. The eunuchs and servants insisted on driving it away. The old man was reluctant to give it up, but he had no choice. Those people hung half a piece of red yarn and a foot of silk on the cow's head and used it as money to buy charcoal.
5. Two Ancient Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty 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 is 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 field in the world, but there are still hardworking farmers starving 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 is filled with the blood and sweat of farmers? . 4. Poems about praising workers
Standing at the beginning of Red May
Going deep among workers
Feeling the jumping notes in the sunshine
Accidentally
Dropped down
Moved the silent orchard
On the silent earth
Suddenly
p>The powerful song of labor resounds
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers
Echoes in the blue sky and white clouds
Swarms the trees full of birds Sound
A morning with red and colorful decorations
Can’t help myself
Sunshine
Rain and dew
Spring breeze
< p> Promote the blossoming of the flowers of civilization in the cityPromote the growth of the fruits of labor in the countryside
Eyes full of beautiful scenery
Under the flying notes
p>Singing the song of labor happily
The song of labor
Bringing good news of spring sowing
Carrying away the hope of summer harvest
Fill the earth with poetry
Let the golden autumn color the painting
The song of labor
Sing forever
As natural as a musical note The ground keeps growing
Rich fruits
Delicious
Sweet
The spring breeze and spring rain blow over the wilderness,
A layer of green appears.
On the high-speed railway towers and layers of power distribution networks,
there are scenes of busy workers repairing lines.
The wind plays on the wires with tender hands
A cheerful movement in the loneliness
Singing a song for the workers in the vast sea of ??sand The first accompaniment,
The desolate and inhabited Gobi
suddenly became full of vitality and high spirits due to their presence. < /p>
Our electrical workers
Wake up at the fifth watch and return to the moonlight and the sandstorm,
Inspecting lines, inspecting and repairing, and eliminating defects
Never lose money From the wild to the noisy streets,
From overhead lines to ground cables, check every corner carefully,
Don’t let every hidden danger escape your eyes. Sliding through...
This is the Messenger of Light
Dedicated to the festival of his own workers
The most true hymn 5. Poems praising the glory of labor
p>Standing at the head of the Red May and going deep among the workers, I feel the jumping notes in the sunshine. Accidentally dripping down, it touches the silent orchard. The silent earth suddenly rings with the powerful song of labor, echoing among hundreds of millions of workers. The heart of the reader reverberates between the blue sky and white clouds. The trees are filled with the sound of birds. The morning is covered with red and colorful decorations. The sunshine, rain and dew, the spring breeze are urging the flowers of civilization in the city to grow. The fruits of labor in the countryside are full of beautiful scenery. They are singing happily under the flying notes. Singing the song of labor, the song of labor brings the good news of spring sowing, carries away the hope of summer work, fills the earth with poetry, and lets the golden autumn color the painting. The song of labor sings forever, like musical notes, and keeps growing abundant fruits from the ground. The delicious and sweet spring breeze and spring rain fill the wilderness. Brushing it by, a layer of green appeared.
High-speed railway towers and layers of power distribution networks are hung with scenes of busy line maintenance workers. The wind plays cheerful music on the wires with its warm hands, singing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sea of ????sand in the loneliness. The desolate and inhabited Gobi suddenly becomes full of vitality and high spirits because of their presence.
In order to allow the small town on the edge of the desert to have nightly light, and in order for millions of workers to safely and continuously use electric energy to build the motherland, our electrical workers return to the moonlight to fight against the sandstorm at the fifth watch, patrolling Lines, maintenance, and deficiencies are eliminated from the barren wilderness to the noisy streets, from overhead lines to underground cables, every corner is carefully inspected, and every hidden danger is not allowed to slip by... This is what the Light Messengers do for their workers. The truest hymn for the holidays. 6. There are those poems that describe and praise labor
Hoeing
(Tang Dynasty - Li Shen)
It is noon on the day of hoeing
< p> Sweat drips from the soil.Who knew that putting a plate of Chinese food on the plate is hard work.
Cutting down the sandalwood The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Wei Feng
Cutting down the sandalwood in the ridges and places on the dry side of the river, the water is clear and rippled.
If you don’t harvest crops and don’t farm crops, how can you waste three hundred grains of grain?
Without hunting, is there a badger in Hu Zhanerting?
That gentleman is not a vegetarian!
The Kankan cuts are radiating and placed on the side of the river. The river water is clear and straight.
If there is no harvest, there will be no harvest, and 30 billion will be wasted?
If you don’t hunt or hunt, what is the uniqueness of Hu Zhanerting?
That gentleman is not a vegetarian!
The road is cut off by the wind, and it is placed in the middle of the river. The water of the river is clear and flowing.
If you don’t harvest crops and don’t farm crops, you will be wasting three hundred grains of crops?
Without hunting, are there any county quails in Hu Zhanerting?
That gentleman is so unscrupulous!
Fishermen on the river
Fan Zhongyan
People on the river. But love the beauty of sea bass.
You see a boat floating in and out of the storm.
Silkworm Woman
Zhang Yu
Entered the city yesterday,
came back full of tears.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture farmers.
Watching the Cutting of Wheat
Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few leisure months, but in May people are even busier.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of heat and rustic, and the back is scorching with the light of the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with her baby next to her.
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 taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
April in the countryside
Wengjuan
The mountains are green and the rivers are white,
The rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
They are planting sericulture and planting fields. 7. Poems about labor
The poet Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty wrote about the diligence of workers to the extreme. His poem "Compassion for the Farmers" is a household name, known to all women and children: "It is noon on the day of hoeing, The whole poem vividly depicts the scene of farmers still working in the fields at noon under the scorching sun, and the drops of sweat are sprinkled on the scorching land. Feng Menglong of the Ming Dynasty had a poem that said: "Wealth has no roots at all, it can only be gained from hard work." It tells people that all wealth and glory are created from hard work. In addition, whether it is Liu Yuxi's "Beauty's jewelry, the prince's seal, all comes from the waves in the sand." or Zheng Ao's "A grain of red rice, a few drops of cow's jaw blood." are all warning us to respect labor. people and cherish the hard-won fruits of labor. Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, set an example in this regard. He taught the prince this way: "Whenever I eat, I think about the hardships of farming; when I wear clothes, I think about the hardships of weaving." This means that every time I wear clothes and eat, I will think about it. I am grateful for the hardships of farmers and weaver girls.
Life is beautiful because of labor, and beauty is wonderful because of hard work. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty described the scene of farmers plowing rice all night in "Four Seasons of Pastoral Xing": "There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails ring all night long." He wrote about the joy of farmers' harvest and the joy of labor. And he said in another of his poems with the same title: "I work in the fields during the day and harvest hemp at night. In the village, the children are responsible for their own families. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree." He also added that kind of Men are working in the fields, women are weaving flax, and children are learning to grow melons. Several interesting farm production scenes are vividly depicted. Li Bai wrote countless poems throughout his life, and nearly a thousand of them have been handed down. He has a poem titled "Qiupu Song: The Fire Shines on the Heaven and Earth": "The fire shines on the sky and the earth, and the red stars are scattered with purple smoke. On a bright moonlit night, the song moves the Han River." This is a poem that positively describes and praises smelting workers. It is relatively rare among the vast number of classical poems in our country, so it is extremely valuable. Through just twenty words, it is not difficult for us to feel the hard work of the smelting workers and the author's praise for them between the lines.
May is the busy season for wheat harvest. The ripe wheat is pricked with awns, like a golden ocean, rustling when the breeze blows. Bai Juyi wrote in his famous poem "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat": "The Tian family has few free months, but people are twice as busy in May. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with long yellow. The women carry baskets with food, and the children carry pots of pulp. "Going to the fields together, the young man is in Nangang. He is full of heat and the sun is burning on his back, but he is grateful that the summer is long." It describes a woman leading her children to the fields to help them harvest wheat. The scene of young adults delivering food and water.
The industrious young and middle-aged farmers cut wheat in the Nangang wheat field with their heads lowered. The heat is fumigating under their feet and the sun is baking on their backs. They are exhausted and do not feel the heat. They just cherish the long days in summer and can do more farm work. Agree 2 | Comments 8. Ancient poems praising laborers
Watching the Wheat Harvesting Author: Bai Juyi Era: Tang Genre: Five Ancients Category: Unknown The Tian family has few free months, but people are twice as busy in May.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that 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 once did not work in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
Note: This poem was written in the second year of Yuanhe (807) when the author was serving as a county lieutenant in Yuxi (now Zhouzhi, Shaanxi). It is a famous early allegorical poem by the author. This poem has a clear narrative, natural structure, clear levels, and logical flow.
At the beginning of the poem, the background is explained, indicating that it is the busy farming season of wheat harvest in May. Then it is written that women lead their children to the fields to bring food and water to the young adults who are harvesting wheat.
Then he described the young and middle-aged farmers cutting wheat in the Nangang wheat field with their heads lowered. The heat was fumigating under their feet and the scorching sun was baking on their backs. They were exhausted and did not feel the heat. They just cherished the long days in summer and could work more. Live. As I write this, the hard work of this family of farmers has been vividly shown.
Next, another poignant scene is described: a poor woman holding a child in her arms and holding a broken basket in her hand, gleaning wheat next to the wheat reaper. Why come to pick up wheat? Because her family's land has been "taxed out" - sold out to pay palace taxes. Now there is no land to plant and no wheat to harvest, so she has to rely on picking wheat to satisfy her hunger.
These two scenes are intertwined, different and related: the former reveals the hard work of farmers, and the latter reveals the heavy taxation. Since heavy taxes have caused the poor woman to lose her field, it will also cause the farmer who is harvesting wheat to lose his field.
Today’s wheat gleaners are yesterday’s wheat gleaners; today’s wheat gleaners may also become tomorrow’s wheat gleaners. The strong allegorical meaning is self-evident.
The poet associated the pain of farmers' life with the comfort of his own life, felt ashamed, and could not calm down for a long time. This lyrical text is the essence of the whole poem.
It is the product of the author's emotional reaction to the scene and shows the poet's deep sympathy for the working people. Bai Juyi wrote allegorical poems with the purpose of "singing songs can cure people's diseases and hope that the emperor will know about them".
In this poem, he used his own personal feelings to make a sharp contrast between the peasants and himself as a court official, hoping that the "Emperor" would have some insights. His technique was clever and euphemistic, and he had good intentions. . Bai Juyi is an art master who is best at writing narrative poems.
His narrative poems can fully express human emotions and physical conditions, and the events narrated in them are described in twists and turns, in detail and beautifully. Moreover, his narrative poems always contain spiritual revelations and therefore always contain emotions.
In "Viewing the Wheat Cutting", although he did not write much, he vividly and vividly described the hard and painful life scenes of the wheat cutters and wheat gleaners during the summer harvest. Picturesque. Not only did he write about things, he also wrote about his heart, including the author's own heart and the hearts of the working people.
The poet's heartstrings were obviously vibrated and trembled by the tragic scenes he heard and witnessed, so he picked up his pen to sing about it directly, so the words are full of sympathy and pity for the workers. Poems such as "The earthy atmosphere is steaming in the summer heat, and the sky is burning on the back" and "The family's fields have been taxed, and I pick this up to satisfy my hunger." How much sympathy and pity does the author contain in it? Therefore, the narrative of "Guan Mao Mai" has the penetration of the author's emotions and the beating of his heart. The author's heart is integrated with the things he narrates.
It is commendable that while the author truly writes about the working people, he can also truly write about the hearts of the working people, especially portraying the abnormal psychology of the working people under certain circumstances. , profoundly reveals the theme of the poem. In "The Charcoal Seller", "The pitiful man is wearing only plain clothes, and he is worried about the cheap charcoal and wishes it would be cold." It describes the abnormal psychology of the old man who sells charcoal due to the lack of food and clothing.
"I am exhausted and do not know the heat, but I regret that the summer is long" in "Guan Mao Mao" is also a kind of abnormal psychology. This kind of description depicts the hearts of working people in detail and goes deep into the background.
The perfect unity of writing about things and writing about the heart in poetry is more shocking than the general unity of narrative and lyricism. Bai Juyi is also an expert in using contrast techniques.
In his poetry creation, he not only contrasted the poverty and kindness of the working people with the luxury and tyranny of the landlord class, but also contrasted his own comfort with the poverty of the working people.
After writing this poem about the labor and pain of farmers in the hot summer, the poet also thought of himself. He felt that he had no "merits" and "didn't work in farming", but he received "three hundred stones" as a salary. At the end of the year, there is still "a surplus of food", so "I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it."
It was very rare for a poet to take the initiative to compare with farmers in that era. Such a comparison is truly novel, valuable, and thought-provoking, which further demonstrates the ideological height of this poem.
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil. Who knew that every grain of lunch was hard work. Silkworm Woman ① [Song Dynasty] Zhang Yu ② went to the city yesterday, ③ came back with tears streaming down her face. ④ Those who have ⑤ Luoqi and ⑥ all over their body are not sericulture people.
Notes ① Silkworm (c2n) woman - a woman who raises silkworms. Silkworms are an insect whose silk is an important textile raw material and is mainly used to weave silk and satin.
② Zhang Yu (y*) - a poet in the Song Dynasty. The year of birth and death is unknown.
Zi Shaoyu. A native of Pi (0) County, Yizhou (today's Pi County, Sichuan Province).
In his later years, he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan, and called himself Mr. Baiyun. His works include "The Collection of White Clouds".
③Market - doing business, buying and selling goods. This refers to selling silk.
④Towel - hand towel or other small piece of cloth used for wiping. ⑤All over the body - all over the body.
⑥Luoqi (q!) - the collective name for silk fabrics. Luo, silk fabrics with light colors or thin textures.
Qi, silk fabrics with patterns or patterns. In poetry, it refers to clothing made of silk.
Explanation A woman who lives in the countryside and makes a living by raising silkworms went to the city yesterday to go to the market and sell silk. When she came back, she was in tears, and her handkerchief was even soaked with sad tears.
Because when she saw people in the city wearing beautiful silk clothes, they were not hard-working silkworm farmers like her at all! Appreciation There are not many poems written by Zhang Yu, but this song "Silkworm Woman" puts him among them.