I need some poems and wonderful articles about farmers.

The sun burns like fire,

Noda's seedlings have withered by half.

The farmer's heart is like soup,

Grandson shook his fan.

In midsummer, the weather is dry and hot, and the sun is very hot, just like a burning flame. Under the strong sunshine barbecue, the immature crops in the field were scorched. The farmer watched eagerly that his crops would be lost and a year's hard work would go up in smoke. There will be no food to support the family in the future, and there will be heavy taxes on the body. How can I live? Their hearts are anxious, just like boiling water.

In the old society, the life of farmers was so painful, but the children of those noble families didn't work at all. They fattened themselves up by the blood and sweat of farmers. In the hot summer, they are very comfortable, their fans are shaking and it is raining.

This ancient folk song, with plain language and sharp contrast, vividly and profoundly reveals the different living conditions and different thoughts and feelings of the farmer and his son Wang Sun. It reflects the social phenomenon of inequality in feudal society.

Li Shihao

Author: Du Fu

At dusk, officials arrested people at night.

The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.

Why are officials angry? Why do women cry?

After listening to his wife, he said, "Three men are guarding Yecheng.

One man attached a book, and two men died.

Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!

There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.

And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.

Although the old woman is weak, please come back at night.

If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. "

The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.

Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.

Autumn Li Bai (Part 14)

The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.

On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.

Appreciation of ancient poetry

Qiupu, in the west of Guichi County, Anhui Province, was one of the producing areas of silver and copper in the Tang Dynasty. In the 12th year of Tianbao (753), Li Bai wandered around here and wrote a set of poems "Song of Autumn Pu". This is the fourteenth of them. This is a poem that describes and praises smelting workers positively. It is rare among the vast classical poems in China, so it is precious.

The poem begins with "the fire shines on the heavens and the earth, and the red star spits purple smoke", showing a smelting scene with bright colors and warm atmosphere: the fire is blazing, the red star splashes, the purple smoke transpires, and the vast world is illuminated by the red flame. The poet used two seemingly ordinary words, "Zhao" and "Luan", but once refined into poetry, it made Yejing stand out. Through this vivid scene, it is not difficult to feel the novelty, excitement and wonder of the poet.

Then two sentences, "Lang night, Song moving cold Sichuan", turned to describe the image of smelting workers. With rough lines and a little outline, the poet's majestic and sturdy image of the smelter is vividly displayed on the paper. The word "Lang Lang" is novel and intriguing. "rhyme" originally refers to blushing because of shyness; Here refers to the fire reflecting the red face. From the word "Lang Lang", we can think of their strong physique and industrious, simple, enthusiastic, bold and optimistic personality. The end of the sentence "Song Dong Han Chuan" closed the characterization of the previous sentence. Smelters sing while working, and the loud singing makes the cold river ripple. What songs did they sing? If the poet doesn't add a little, readers can make all kinds of supplements and associations; Did this song really stir Hanchuan? Of course not. This is the poet's unique feeling, an exaggerated stroke, but extremely vivid. If the sentence "Lang Lang" only depicts the faces of smelting workers under the bright moon and fire, then this sentence reveals their inner world, their rich emotions and beautiful sentiments, and the lines are full of poets' admiration and praise.

This is a magnificent autumn night smelting map. Under the poet's ingenious pen, light, heat, sound and color are intertwined, and bright and dark, cold and hot, dynamic and static are in harmony, vividly showing the fiery labor scene and vividly shaping the image of ancient smelting workers. It is indeed an artistic treasure that radiates extraordinary splendour in the treasure house of ancient poetry.

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Fengluoyin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

Appreciation of ancient poetry

Where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees occupying it, whether it is the flat ground or the top of the mountain. Who are they busy for after they have collected all the flowers to make honey? Who do you brew mellow honey for? This poem praises the noble character of hard work of bees, and also implies the author's hatred and dissatisfaction with people who get something for nothing. This poem has several characteristics in artistic expression: it wants to seize the past and give it, but it is powerful; Narrative backchat, singing sighs and feelings; The meaning is profound and can be interpreted in two ways. This is an allegorical poem. The bees in the poem are millions of ordinary farmers in Qian Qian in feudal society. They worked hard for generations, but the fruits of their labor were finally plundered by the cleaners. "After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom?" The conclusion is rhetorical, which shows that the bees who make honey diligently work hard for years, but they get nothing for nothing, suggesting that the exploiters get nothing for nothing, making the meaning of the poem profound and powerful.

This poem expresses the author's cynical thoughts and feelings by describing the natural phenomenon of bees picking flowers and making honey for people to enjoy.