In life, work and study, everyone has collected their favorite ancient poems, which are concise, rich in meaning and characterized by conciseness and jumping. Are you still looking for excellent and classic ancient poems? The following is the complete collection of ancient poems about labor that I collected for you. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope I can help you.
Ancient Poems of Labor 1 1, "Compassion for Farmers"
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
2. "Look at the wheat cutting"
Tang Bai Juyi
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 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.
Step 3 "Return to the Garden"
Dong Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
4. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies"
Fan Song Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
5. "Compassion for farmers"
Don 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.
6. Charcoal Man
Tang Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
7. Fishermen on the river
Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
8. "Looking at the Sunshine Farmers"
Tang Yongyuzhi
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
9. "Compassion for farmers"
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
10, see the wheat cutting.
Bai Juyi
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 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.
1 1, "Return to the Garden"
Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
12, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous
Chengda Fan
Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
The Ancient Poem of Labor 2 "Returning to the Garden" Part 5-(Jin) Tao Yuanming
Regret alone, rugged calendar.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.
The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
Rain in Mountain Village-(Tang) Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty) Meeting the Tiller in Early Spring
Nan Chuchun came early and was proud of keeping out the cold.
Vilen unearthed paste, Bai Zhe entered the camp.
Before decorating the scenery in the suburbs, people plow the fields occasionally.
There are birds in the garden, and Zhuze Xinquan is clear.
Farming is sincere and simple, and imprisonment hinders life.
Therefore, the pool is going to be abandoned, and the mu is made of hazelnuts.
Yin Mu has connections, but he has accomplished nothing.
From Tian's words, I want to express my feelings.
I stroked Lei Lei as soon as possible and looked back at the clouds.
Look at Tian Jia-(Tang) Wei
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Shanxi Village Tour-(Song) Land Tour
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Pastoral Works —— (Tang) Meng Haoran
The disadvantages are separated from the dust, but the first thing is to promote the sky.
Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.
Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet.
It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.
Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day.
I admire swans in the sky and compete for food.
Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood.
Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
Silkworm Girl-(Song) Zhang Yu
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
Compassion for Peasants —— (Tang)
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.
Looking at the sunny farmhouse-Yong (Tang Dynasty)
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
Poor girl-(Don)
Her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others.
April in the countryside-(Song)
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Cutting crops-(Tang)
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
See Wheat Cutting-(Tang) Bai Juyi
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 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.
Returning to the Garden-Tao Yuanming (Gold)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory"-(Song) Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Fisherman on the River —— (Song) Fan Zhongyan
People on the river. But I like perch beauty.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Charcoal Man-(Tang) Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
Labor Ancient Poetry 3 "Broken Magnolia, Shashan Junyi"
Song Lu Bing
Sha Li Shanjun, this is the urgent task of farming in every village.
I'm ashamed that all the needles are out of the bed.
The wind is slanting, the rain is sunny, and the wheat is yellow and cold.
Mrs. Qiao Gengfu, draw a picture of this year's birthday.
Tian She.
Fan Song Chengda
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.
farmhouse
Don Young is in people.
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Tianjiahang
Don Wang Jian
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.
In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.
There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.
The villagers said they didn't care about eating well, and thought that as long as the county government was not involved in the case, that was the greatest happiness.
Beat wheat
Zhang Song Shunmin
Beat wheat, Pumbaa, the sound is in Shannan.
In April, when the sun rises from the northeast, it is still green from the sea.
It's Tian Xin's turn that the wheat is ripe.
Bitter pills make people sleepless at night, and bamboo chickens call rain clouds like ink.
A big woman has a sickle in her waist and a basket in her hand.
Smooth the upper ridge first, and then tie the lower ridge.
Tian Jia takes pleasure in suffering and dares to burn his head!
The temples recommended by the nobles have been tasted new, and the wine cellar is elegant and close to the clubhouse;
At the end of the song, I was tired of treating child servants. Believe it or not, Tian Jia never entered the lips!
Lose public taxes and compete for citizens.
Wheat and autumn are in an emergency, growing crops, abundant young, and fierce years.
Tian Jia's efforts are helpless!
Beat this wheat word and make it a song of transplanting rice seedlings.
Xing Wu's miscellaneous poems
Qingruanyuan
At the turn of the four rivers, the city is inclined and scattered into thousands of streams all over the house.
Plant water chestnut in the depths, rice in the depths and lotus in the depths.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Don
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
The Ancient Poem of Labor 4 "Compassion for Peasants"
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Look at cutting wheat.
Tang Bai Juyi
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 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.
Back to the garden house
Dong Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
April in the countryside
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Two shetian songs
Wang Song Yucheng
In ...
Everyone is beautiful, and he always listens to Tian.
Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
The second is.
Nanshan is planted in the north mountain. Is there any deviation in mutual training?
I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
Charcoal seller
Tang Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
Poor girl
Don Qin Taoyu
Her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others.
April in the countryside
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Fisherman on the river
Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Looking at the sunny farmhouse
Tang Yongyuzhi
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
The Ancient Poetry of Labor 5 "Song of Transplanting"
Song Yang Wanli
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in.
Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up.
Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Tianshang
Don Cui Daorong
The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night.
People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.
Mountain farmhouse
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
April in the countryside
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
The Ancient Poetry of Labor 6 "The Book of Songs in July"
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 die?
On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.
With my daughter-in-law, we are very happy to see each other in the south.
Two poems for farmers
Don Li Shen
one
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.
Secondly,
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?
Looking at the sunny farmhouse
Tang Yongyuzhi
I heard that the west wind and rain are in Qin, and I want to ask if the west wind will be returned sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
Look at cutting wheat.
Tang Bai Juyi
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.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
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.