Four words and four sentences in Mayday ancient poetry.

1, at noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil; Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

2, do it at sunrise, and rest for a long time.

3. The morning star is deserted. Dai Yue hoes home.

4. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

5, covered in steaming rust, burning back and burning the sky.

6. The embroidery thread is weak, blowing six tubes of fly ash.

7. April in the country

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.

8. Tian Jia

Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

1. Be kind to 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?

Watch 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.

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.