Ancient poems about Labor Day

1. It's hard to hang down, and it's even colder to avoid wind and rain. Gui sued the public holiday for plundering surplus grain, rewarding private debts and losing his official position. Fan Chengda's Miscellanies of Summer Resort

2, pick and choose, pick and choose. It's a short story to pick up flies and collect them. Pick and choose and say a few words. Pick and choose, fine print. Pick and choose, Kan Kan and talk. Pick and choose, make a fool of yourself. Mao.

The Tian family has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with 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 a child 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. Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day. Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"

4. There are beautiful flowers in front of the sunset hall, vying for a small pen to go to bed. Embroidered into a peaceful place in the spring garden, which attracted orioles to plant wicker. Hu Lingneng's ode to embroidery obstacles

5. Spring is getting old. When will spring clothes change? Qushui croons banana leaves hidden, the dance is soft and gentle, and the music is cadence. After a light rain, there is no impulse to plow. A hundred tongues are silent, peaches and plums are exhausted, and birds are singing in the depths of Zhelin. Spring belongs to radish. Su Shi's Looking at the South of the Yangtze River

6. There is a buzz in the south of the village and the new seedlings are long and flat. Travel thousands of miles around the world, but learn from your neighbor's father. Luyoude's small garden

7, rustling clothes towels falling jujube flowers, Zhaizhanzhai north ring car. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. So he knocked on a villager's door and asked, can I have a bowl of tea? Su Shi huanxisha

8. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. Zhang's fishing song.

9. Qi Li? Listen to Tian's singing. Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills. Wang Yucheng's "She Tian Ci I"

10, a village with rain and mulberry smoke, birds singing at the top of the forest at sunset. The green skirt is talking to the old man from a distance. This year, the silkworm is still awake. Farmers' Songs in Fang Yue

1 1, Shetian drums and flutes are bustling with empty songs and no words. Since then, business has been a story, and people have been singing poems about giving up. Wang Yucheng's Five Poems of Shetian

12, an old friend lives in Dongshan and loves the beauty of mountains and valleys. Youth lies in an empty forest, but it's not too late. Dispel wind and clear sleeves, and the stone pool washes the heart and ears. I envy you for not making noise and resting high in the blue sky. Li Bai's Title Yuan Dan Qiu Shan Ju

13, sell new silk in February and plant new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room. Nie's The Wounded Family

14. Call a hoe and arrange for busy gardening. Children sleep on fallen leaves and birds make sounds in the sunset. Fireworks village is far away, and the forest is fragrant. It's fun to be so old. Mi Yun is always yellow in the end. Tian She, Fan Chengda

15, rice is connected with cyan and yellow through tipping bucket, and it is even luckier to add one more money. In February, New Silk Valley in May, who are we working for? The best of Xunxi in Dong Yao