The poem is as follows:
(1) on the pond in early summer.
Spring pools accumulate water late, and summer trees abound.
The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village.
Touch the piano mattress quietly and open the door of the wine cellar.
Get a little grandson if you have nothing to do.
Translation:
One night in late spring and early summer, it had just rained. The water in the pond was deep and leaves had grown on the branches overhead. In the distance, a few boats are scattered like unorganized families, and the fence next to the village is evacuated, which seems to be just a xiaohe village. When I was free, I stroked the piano bed quietly, and suddenly remembered to open the wine cellar and take a bottle of good wine to taste alone. There is nothing to do all day, only Doby's little grandson who is not sensible from time to time.
Appreciate:
In popular and light language, this poem depicts the beautiful picture of the poet enjoying family happiness and indulging in the world in his later years, and shows the poet's calm and carefree state of mind at this time.
(2) Look at mowing.
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Translation:
Farmers rarely have free months, and when May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women use bamboo baskets to pick food and children's hand-cranked pots to hold wine pulp.
Follow each other and send them to people who work in the fields. The men who collect wheat are all in Nangang. The feet were smoked by the heat on the ground, and the spine was roasted by the scorching sun. Tired seems to know that the weather is hot, but just cherish the long summer.
I saw a poor woman holding a baby beside the wheat harvester, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket in her left arm.
Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her. Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger. Now I have what merit, but I am not engaged in farming and sericulture! Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year. I feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.
Appreciate:
The title of the work is "Watching the Wheat Harvest", but what actually appears on the screen is a wheat harvester next to the wheat harvester, and the author's attention is just more focused on the latter. At present, they are rich and poor in different degrees, but their fate is closely related. Gleaner, who is sad and poor today, was a hard and busy reaper yesterday; Today's hard-working and busy wheat pickers may be reduced to miserable wheat pickers tomorrow. As long as there are heavy taxes, the working people will never escape bankruptcy. Here, the author sharply criticized the tax system that harmed the people at that time and expressed deep sympathy for the suffering of the working people. Moreover, it is not general sympathy, but further putting the poet himself in, feeling that he is too different from the working people and guilty. Bai Juyi's poem truly reflects the thoughts and feelings of the working people and shouts out their voices. The basic feature of the whole poem in writing is to describe the real life scene truthfully without any exaggeration. The author chose two scenes of busy family and bleak gleaning, which made them form a strong contrast. Although the former is tired, there is still hope for the time being. As for the latter, it is completely duckweed, which is in jeopardy.