In study, work, and life, everyone is familiar with ancient poetry. Ancient poetry in a narrow sense refers to the poetry that originated before the Tang Dynasty and is relative to the modern poetry (also known as modern poetry) that emerged in the Tang Dynasty. A genre of poetry. So what kind of ancient poems do everyone praise? The following are ancient poems about Labor Day that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Ancient Poems on May Day Labor Day Chapter 1
1. "Compassion for the Farmers" It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil. Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.
2. "Guan Mowed Wheat" Bai Juyi's Tian family has a few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry a mat with food, and the children carry a pot of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a child beside her. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees. The salary of an official is three hundred shi, and Yan has a surplus of food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Tao Yuanming was planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass was full of bean sprouts and there were few bean sprouts. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" Fan Cheng goes out to work in the fields in the daytime and works in the field at night, and the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
5. The Morning Star is in Huanghui. Returning with a hoe in the moonlight
6. The spring silkworms will not run out until the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up
7. Work at sunrise and rest at sundown
Advocate the heroes and martyrs, comfort the heroic spirits, and let the spirit of the martyrs be integrated into the blood of the Chinese nation. More ancient poems and related knowledge about May Day are here, please pay attention in time! Ancient Poems about May Day 2
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 5 - (Jin) Tao Yuanming
Returning from regret alone, it is a journey of ups and downs.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
I drink my new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer.
When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.
"Rain in the Mountain Village" - (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jian
In the rain, one or two roosters crow, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.
The woman and her aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the atrium.
"The First Spring Meets the Farmer" - (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan
Spring is early in Southern Chu, and the remaining cold has already brought prosperity.
The earth is plastered in the wilderness, and the white insects are competing for the camp.
The scenery did not reach the suburbs, and the people of Zhe plowed it occasionally.
The birds are chirping in the garden, and the new spring in Zhuze is clear.
Being honest in farming will hinder your life.
The old pond is like weeds, and the remaining acres are like hazelnuts.
Mu Yin already had connections, but his efforts failed.
Chatting with Tian’s father’s words, expressing this sentiment in a charming way.
Caressing the grass with care and concern, looking back at the misty clouds.
"Guan Tian Jia" - (Tang Dynasty) Wei Yingwu
The light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder starts to wake up the insects.
The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began.
The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.
Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream.
Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment is joyful.
There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there.
Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
"Visiting Shanxi Village" - (Song Dynasty) Lu You
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
Amidst the mountains and rivers, there is no way out, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Xiao Gu followed Chunshe near, and his clothes were simple and old-fashioned.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
"Pastoral Works" - (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
The poor house is isolated from the dust and noise, but we must first cultivate tranquility.
There are three paths adjacent to the divination, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits.
I have been promoted to other places in Guangdong, but I have not met him in my thirties.
It is getting late when I write and write swords, and it is already dusk in Qiuyuan.
When you are up in the morning, you are full of thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you are often less enlightened.
The swans are envious of the swans in the sky, and the chickens and swans are ashamed of each other as they compete for food.
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road.
There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?
"Silkworm Woman" - (Song Dynasty) Zhang Yu
I entered the city yesterday and came back full of tears.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not silkworm farmers.
"Compassion for the Farmers" - (Tang Dynasty) Li Shen
Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
"The Farmer Looks Clear" - (Tang Dynasty) Yong Yuzhi
I heard the west wind and rain in Qin, and I asked whether the west wind would return sooner or later.
The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from high in the wheat field.
"Poor Girl" - (Tang Dynasty) Qin Taoyu
Dare to use the ten fingers to praise the skill of the needle, and do not draw the eyebrows to be long.
I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others.
"April in the Village" - Weng Juan (Song Dynasty)
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
"Hoeing" - (Tang Dynasty) Li Shen
At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" - (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
A woman carries a mat to eat, and a child carries a pot of pulp.
Going with him to the salary field, Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The family fields are all taxed, and they are left to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part Three - (Jin Dynasty) Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" - (Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda
"Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs."
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
"The Charcoal Seller" - (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The Charcoal Seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? You wear clothes but eat in your mouth.
Poor, he is wearing only the right clothes, and he is worried about the cold weather.
At night, there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn, the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two riding gracefully? The messenger in yellow is in white shirt.
Holding the document in hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal. Ancient Poetry 3 for May Day
"Reduced Words Mulan·Sha Shan Yunli"
Song Dynasty · Lu Bing
Sha Shan Yunli, Zheng It is an urgent matter for every village and village.
Thousands of acres of green water make me ashamed that all the rice needles have come out.
The wind is slanting and the rain is thin. The wheat is about to turn yellow and the cold is coming again.
A poor woman and a plowman painted a picture of the new year.
"Field House"
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
Called to come with a hoe and arranged to build a garden.
Children sleep in fallen leaves, and birds make noise in the setting sun.
The sound of fireworks in the village is far away, and the scent of forest green fields is fragrant.
What a joy this year is, the rice clouds are yellow at the end of the day.
At that time, people did not realize the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself.
Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear and the eaves are buzzing with the sound of cars.
No one can take the cocoons of wild silkworms, and moths flutter among the leaves.
When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose.
Don’t look forward to the entrance and get back on your body, and don’t sell yellow calves to the city.
It is a joy to go home without food and clothing, and not see the county gate.
"Threating Wheat"
Zhang Shunmin of the Song Dynasty
Beating wheat, beating wheat, the sound is loud and powerful, the sound is in the south of the mountain and in the north of the mountain.
In April, when the sun rises from the northeast, the wheat is still green when it leaves the sea.
When it reaches Tianxin wheat, it is ripe.
He Dan makes people sleepless at night, the bamboo chicken crows and the rain clouds are like ink.
The older woman carries a sickle from her waist, and the younger woman carries a basket.
The upper ridge is first smoothed, and the lower ridge has been bundled.
The Tian family takes pleasure in suffering, but they dare to worry about having their heads withered and their faces scorched!
The nobles have tried new things in recommending temples, and the wine and wine are graceful;
The song ends with boredom. How can you believe that the Tian family has not touched your lips after working hard for the servants!
I will do my best to transfer public funds, and I will beg the market people every time.
The wheat autumn is in a hurry and the crops are being harvested. The good years have come from the young years, but the bad years have been many.
The Tian family’s hard work has nothing to do!
This word for threshing wheat doubles as planting crops. Song.
"Miscellaneous Poems of Wuxing"
Ruan Yuan of the Qing Dynasty
The four rivers of communication embrace the city slopingly, and thousands of streams spread through thousands of homes.
Plant water chestnuts deep in the ground and plant rice in shallow areas; plant lotus in neither deep nor shallow areas.
"Weichuan Tianjia"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings are showing off, silkworms are sleeping and mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other.
This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness. Ancient Poems on May Day 4
1. "Compassion for the Peasants"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped from the soil. .
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
2. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Tang·Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
A woman carries a mat to eat, and a child carries a pot of pulp.
Going with him to the salary field, Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The family fields are all taxed, and they are left to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
Eastern Jin Dynasty·Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is rich and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
I work in the fields during the day and work on hemp at night, and the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
5. "April in the Countryside"
Weng Juan, Song Dynasty
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
6. "Two Shetian Diao Poems"
Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty
Part 1
Everyone worked together to mow the little face, and the ears Tingtian singer Mo Xian.
Everyone wishes to plant thousands of cords, and the green hills will be covered with beans and stalks.
Part 2
I have planted seeds in the North Mountains and cultivated the Southern Mountains. Is there any bias in helping each other to cultivate them?
I wish that all the people in the world would be like me, and I should also have less uncultivated fields all over the world. Ancient Poems for May Day Labor Day Chapter 5
"Ode to the Book of Songs. Heehee"
Anonymous in the Pre-Qin Dynasty
Heehee became the king, which is a false statement.
Lead farmers and sow hundreds of grains.
The horse is sent privately, and it ends thirty miles away.
Also convinced of your cultivation, ten thousand-dimensional coupling.
The poem "Ai Xi" not only reflects the actual agricultural production and ceremonies in the early Zhou Dynasty, so it has a high historical value; it also has a prominent "intricate fan face". Rhetorical structure skills, and has more important literary value.
"Five Poems on Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
The language of this poem is very plain and natural. "Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain" and "Evening dew touches my clothes" are as simple as being spoken casually without any modification. This natural and plain verse is integrated into the mellow artistic conception of the whole poem, which elevates the spoken language to poetry, harmoniously unifying the plainness of the spoken language and the mellowness of the poetry, forming the plain and mellow artistic characteristics of Tao's poetry.
"Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers·Part 1"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil.
Whoever wants to eat on the plate has to work hard every step of the way.
In the first two sentences, the author did not say how hard it is for farmers to farm and how difficult it is to grow crops. He just vividly exaggerated the scene of farmers sweating while hoeing under the scorching sun. It makes people appreciate this hard work and difficulty in a more concrete, profound and real way. Therefore, the poet finally said in a rhetorical tone, "Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work?" is very convincing. Especially the comparison of grains of food to drops of sweat is really subtle, vivid and appropriate.
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women and aunts carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
They go to the salary field with them, and the young men and women are in Nangang.
The weather is full of rustic heat, and the sky is scorching on my back.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with a baby beside her.
She is holding an earring in her right hand and a basket hanging on her left arm.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The family fields are all taxed, and they are left to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think about this, and I will never forget it.
The basic feature of this poem is to describe real life scenes truthfully without any exaggeration. He chose two scenes of a busy family and a desolate gleaning scene to form a strong contrast. Although the former is bitter and tiring, they still have hope for the time being. As for the latter, they are completely dead duckweeds and their future is precarious. The scene, atmosphere, image and psychology shown in the two shots are all very good.
"Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" (fourteenth of them)
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The fire shines on the sky and the earth, and the red stars are scattered with purple smoke.
On a bright moonlit night, Nanlang’s songs move Hanchuan.
This is a magnificent picture of smelting on an autumn night. Under the poet's magical brush, light, heat, sound and color are intertwined and reflected, light and dark, cold and hot, movement and stillness are set off, which vividly and vividly expresses the fiery labor scene and vividly shapes the ancient smelting workers. The image is indeed a brilliant artistic treasure in the treasure house of ancient poetry. Ancient Poems for May Day Labor Day Chapter 6
"Qingming" - Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
On the Qingming Festival, the peach blossoms smile, and the wild fields and graves only give birth to sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
"Qingming" - Wang Yu of the Song Dynasty
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
"Send off Chen Xiucai and return to the sand to visit the tomb" (Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
It is sad to return home after the chaos, full of blood, tears and dust.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?
Wang Yucheng's "Qingming"
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
"Cold Food on the Way" (Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen
Cold food is about to happen, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile.
The broken heart of my hometown is filled with new willow branches day and night.
"Cold Food" (Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the Wuhou’s house.
"Cold Food on the Tomb" (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How can a straight man be careful? Can the bridge be in danger without help? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the broken house is lonely beside the wheat.
The spring breeze returns to Sucao, and there is no new scenery in the last year. Pear blossoms are eaten in the cold, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
"The Lumen Jishi" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The farmer recruits the love boat, the spring grass is green and thousands of fields;
Try to get a glimpse of Wumen In Junguo, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles. Ancient Poems for May Day Labor Day Chapter 7
1. "Compassion for the Farmers"
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
2. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
4. "Viewing the Wheat Cutting"
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
A woman carries a mat to eat, and a child carries a pot of pulp.
Going with him to the salary field, Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The family fields are all taxed, and they are left to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
5. "Hymn of Labor"
The sun is so bright
The green leaves of the trees under the sun are whirling
The machine is rotating rapidly< /p>
I am also singing a hymn for the festival
No matter what position you stick to
How ordinary the position is
You are all creating New life
Rest for better work
Work for better life
This is the eternal melody of mankind
It is also the song of the soul of workers
Only ordinary workers can be great
Ordinary greatness can be more broad
Only when you devote yourself to study and work happily
Only in life can you enjoy true happiness
6. "Labor is the most glorious"
The sun is golden and bright
The rooster sings three songs and the flowers wake up Here we come
Birds are busy dressing up
Little magpies are building a new house
Little bees are busy collecting honey
Where does a happy life come from< /p>
Creation depends on labor
Green leaves and red flowers
Little butterflies love to play
Don’t like to work and don’t study< /p>
We all don’t learn it
We must learn from magpies in building new houses
We must learn from bees in collecting honey
The joy of labor is indescribable< /p>
The creation of labor is the most glorious
7. "To the Paving Workers"
When I was a child, I always thought like this:
The world’s Why are there so many roads,
As many as fishing nets scattered in the river?
Who feeds them,
Let many vehicles on them Coming and going?
Today, I found you on the roadside,
sending the vehicles away with proud eyes,
scattering the broken stones on the road...
Now, I have understood,
You are the little pebbles,
Paving the road in the world wide and long! May Day Labor Day Ancient Poems 8
1. "Compassion for the Farmers"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
2. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Tang·Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
A woman carries a mat to eat, and a child carries a pot of pulp.
Going with him to the salary field, Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The family fields are all taxed, and they are left to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
Eastern Jin Dynasty·Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is rich and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
I work in the fields during the day and work on hemp at night, and the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
5. "April in the Countryside"
Weng Juan, Song Dynasty
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
6. "Two Shetian Diao Poems"
Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty
Part 1
Everyone worked together to mow the little face, and the ears Tingtian singer Mo Xian.
Everyone wishes to plant thousands of cords, and the green hills will be covered with beans and stalks.
Part 2
I have planted seeds in the North Mountains and cultivated the Southern Mountains. Is there any bias in helping each other to cultivate them?
I wish that all the people in the world would be like me, and I should also have less uncultivated fields all over the world.
Ancient Poems for May Day Labor Day Chapter 9
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 5 - (Jin Dynasty) Tao Yuanming
"Returning with regret and hatred alone, the journey is full of twists and turns."
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
I drink my new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer.
When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.
"Rain in the Mountain Village" - (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jian
In the rain, one or two roosters crow, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.
The woman and her aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the atrium.
"The First Spring Meets the Farmer" - (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan
Spring is early in Southern Chu, and the remaining cold has already brought prosperity.
The earth is plastered in the wilderness, and the white insects are competing for the camp.
The scenery did not reach the suburbs, and the people of Zhe plowed it occasionally.
The birds are chirping in the garden, and the new spring in Zhuze is clear.
Being honest in farming will hinder your life.
The old pond is like weeds, and the remaining acres are like hazelnuts.
Mu Yin already had connections, but his efforts failed.
Chatting with Tian’s father’s words, expressing this sentiment in a charming way.
Caressing the grass with care and concern, looking back at the misty clouds.
"Guan Tian Jia" - (Tang Dynasty) Wei Yingwu
The light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder starts to wake up the insects.
The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began.
The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.
Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream.
Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment is joyful.
There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there.
Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate the land will be rewarded with food and money.
"Visiting Shanxi Village" - (Song Dynasty) Lu You
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
Amidst the mountains and rivers, there is no way out, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Xiao Gu followed Chunshe near, and his clothes were simple and old-fashioned.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
"Pastoral Works" - (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
The poor house is isolated from the dust and noise, but we must first cultivate tranquility.
There are three paths adjacent to the divination, and thousands of trees are planted with fruit.
I have been promoted to other places in Guangdong, but I have not met him in my thirties.
It is getting late when I write and write swords, and it is already dusk in Qiuyuan.
When you are up in the morning, you are full of thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you are often less enlightened.
The swans are envious of the swans in the sky, and the chickens and swans are ashamed of each other as they compete for food.
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road.
There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?
"Silkworm Woman" - (Song Dynasty) Zhang Yu
I entered the city yesterday and came back full of tears.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not silkworm farmers.
"Compassion for the Farmers" - (Tang Dynasty) Li Shen
Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
"The Farmer Looks Clear" - (Tang Dynasty) Yong Yuzhi
I heard the west wind and rain in Qin, and I asked whether the west wind would return sooner or later.
The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from high in the wheat field.
"Poor Girl" - (Tang Dynasty) Qin Taoyu
Dare to use the ten fingers to praise the skill of the needle, and do not draw the eyebrows to be long.
I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others.
"April in the Village" - Weng Juan (Song Dynasty)
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
"Hoeing" - (Tang Dynasty) Li Shen
At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" - (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
A woman carries a mat to eat, and a child carries a pot of pulp.
Going with him to the salary field, Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The family fields are all taxed, and they are left to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part Three - (Jin Dynasty) Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" - (Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda
"Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs."
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
"The Charcoal Seller" - (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The Charcoal Seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? You wear clothes but eat in your mouth.
Poor, he is wearing only the right clothes, and he is worried about the cold weather.
At night, there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn, the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two riding gracefully? The messenger in yellow is in white shirt.
Holding the document in hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal. 10 Ancient Poems for May Day
"Reduced Words Mulan·Sha Shan Yunli"
Song Dynasty · Lu Bing
Sha Shan Yunli, Zheng It is an urgent matter for every village and village.
Thousands of acres of green water make me ashamed that all the rice seedling needles have come out.
The wind is slanting and the rain is thin. The wheat is about to turn yellow and the cold is coming again.
A poor woman and a plowman painted a picture of the new year.
"Field House"
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
Called to come with a hoe and arranged to build a garden.
Children sleep in fallen leaves, and birds make noise in the setting sun.
The sound of fireworks in the village is far away, and the scent of forest green fields is fragrant.
What a joy this year is, the rice clouds are yellow at the end of the day.
"Farmhouse"
Tang·Yan Renyu
In the middle of the night, the children are plowing at dawn, and the weak cattle are walking hard.
At that time, people did not realize the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the grain in the fields grew by itself.
"Tian Jia Xing"
Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
The male voice is happy and the female face is happy, and people say goodbye without complaint.
Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear and the eaves are buzzing with the sound of cars.
No one can take the cocoons of wild silkworms, and moths flutter among the leaves.
When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose.
Don’t look forward to the entrance and get back on your body, and don’t sell yellow calves to the city.
I feel happy when I go home and don’t have enough food and clothing. I don’t see the county gate.
"Threshing Wheat"
Zhang Shunmin of the Song Dynasty
Beating wheat, beating wheat, the sound is loud and powerful, the sound is in the south of the mountain and in the north of the mountain.
In April, when the sun rises from the northeast, the wheat is still green when it leaves the sea.
When it reaches Tianxin wheat, it is ripe.
He Dan makes people sleepless at night, the bamboo chicken crows and the rain clouds are like ink.
The older woman carries a sickle from her waist, and the younger woman carries a basket.
The upper ridge is first smoothed, and the lower ridge has been bundled.
The Tian family takes pleasure in suffering, but they dare to worry about having their heads withered and their faces scorched!
The nobles have tried new things in recommending temples, and the wine and wine are graceful;
The song ends with boredom. How can you believe that the Tian family has not touched your lips after working hard for the servants!
I will do my best to transfer public funds, and I will beg the market people every time.
The wheat autumn is in a hurry and the crops are being harvested. The good years have come from the young years, but the bad years have been many.
The Tian family’s hard work has nothing to do!
This word for threshing wheat doubles as planting crops. Song.
"Miscellaneous Poems of Wuxing"
Ruan Yuan of the Qing Dynasty
The four rivers of communication embrace the city slopingly, and thousands of streams spread through thousands of homes.
Plant water chestnuts deep in the ground and plant rice in shallow areas; plant lotus flowers neither deep nor shallow.
"Weichuan Tianjia"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings are showing off, silkworms are sleeping and mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other.
This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.