Appreciate:
Describe farmers' labor and hardships with epic momentum, and show all aspects of family life with time as a clue.
"July" describes the production, labor and life of farmers all year round, reflecting the rich content of production and labor and the strong customs of solar terms. It should be said that it is a rare genre painting of life. Poems are mainly in chronological order, described by month, classified, vertically opened and closed, and each section has an empty space and a picture. From the beginning of farming to the end of harvesting and offering wine, the women who delivered rice, the girls who picked mulberry, the farmers who went to the fields, the knights who hunted, and the nobles who served in public offices all had their own characteristics. During this period, the overall style was unified in chronological order, which avoided the rigidity of narrative, enhanced the image of poetry, and especially highlighted the characteristics of genre painting.
Original text:
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.
The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.
No clothes, no brown, why did you die?
On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.
With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south!
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.
In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.
The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry?
Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.
The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.
Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.
Silkworm, moon, mulberry, pick up the axe,
I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide.
Singing in July, achievement in August.
I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son.
Beautiful in April, singing in May.
Harvest in August and fall in October.
A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.
The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.
Privately, publicly.
In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.
July in the wild, August in the rest, September at home,
October cricket, come down to my bed.
The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.
Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.
In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked.
Peel dates in August and get rice in October.
To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.
Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and uncle in September.
Pay for picking tea and eat my farmer.
Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.
The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.
Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.
The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.
I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.
The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.
On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.
First frost in September, washing the floor in October.
Friends drink and say they killed the lamb.
Go to the court and call him: Long life is boundless!