What are the ancient poems describing farmers' lives?

First, "Two Poems for Peasants" in Tang Dynasty: 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.

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?

It means that as long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. 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?

Second, "Compassion for Peasants" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli.

Rice clouds are neither rainy nor yellow, and buckwheat flowers are frosted early.

It's worse than a leap year.

It means that rice fields are not ripe because of severe drought, and buckwheat is not harvested because of frost coming too early. Farmers have long expected to go hungry this year, but this year has just caught up with a month, and the days of starvation are even longer.

Third, "Compassion for Peasants" Song Dynasty: Chen Zongyuan.

Steaming hemp is urgent, and people who cut wheat also grow rice

You can have plenty of food and clothing if you work hard, and how many people are tired and fat.

It means that as soon as mulberries are picked, sesame seeds will be harvested. When cutting wheat, planting rice fields at the same time, farm work one after another, unbearable. Such hard work can't guarantee basic food and clothing, let alone lead a rich life. Hard work is out of proportion to the meager reward.

Four "Su Jia" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

I stayed in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I felt very depressed and lonely.

The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night.

The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.

I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it.

I live in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I feel very depressed and lonely. Farmer Qiu Lai is busier with her work. The woman next door pounded rice all night, not afraid of the cold in autumn. The shopkeeper Xun Wei brought me rice, full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but remind me that the floating mother who helped Han Xin felt ashamed and refused to eat again and again.

Five, "Family Instructions" Qing Dynasty: Zhu Bailu.

It is not easy to think about a porridge and a meal;

It is difficult to keep thinking about material resources.

It means a bowl of porridge and a bowl of rice, so it's not easy to get here. Half silk and half thread, it is often difficult to think of getting these things.