Poetry about production 1. Poetry describing productive labor
The sun burns like fire,
Noda's seedlings have withered by half.
The farmer's heart is like soup,
Grandson shook his fan.
In midsummer, the weather is dry and hot, and the sun is very hot, just like a burning flame. Under the strong sunshine barbecue, the immature crops in the field were scorched. The farmer watched eagerly that his crops would be lost and a year's hard work would go up in smoke. There will be no food to support the family in the future, and there will be heavy taxes on the body. How can I live? Their hearts are anxious, just like boiling water.
In the old society, the life of farmers was so painful, but the children of those noble families didn't work at all. They fattened themselves up by the blood and sweat of farmers. In the hot summer, they are very comfortable, their fans are shaking and it is raining.
This ancient folk song, with plain language and sharp contrast, vividly and profoundly reveals the different living conditions and different thoughts and feelings of the farmer and his son Wang Sun. It reflects the social phenomenon of inequality in feudal society.
Li Shihao
Author: Du Fu
At dusk, officials arrested people at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
Why are officials angry? Why do women cry?
After listening to his wife, he said, "Three men are guarding Yecheng.
One man attached a book, and two men died.
Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!
There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night.
If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. "
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
Autumn Li Bai (Part 14)
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
Appreciation of ancient poetry
Qiupu, in the west of Guichi County, Anhui Province, was one of the producing areas of silver and copper in the Tang Dynasty. In the 12th year of Tianbao (753), Li Bai wandered around here and wrote a set of poems "Song of Autumn Pu". This is the fourteenth of them. This is a poem that describes and praises smelting workers positively. It is rare among the vast classical poems in China, so it is precious.
The poem begins with "the fire shines on the heavens and the earth, and the red star spits purple smoke", showing a smelting scene with bright colors and warm atmosphere: the fire is blazing, the red star splashes, the purple smoke transpires, and the vast world is illuminated by the red flame. The poet used two seemingly ordinary words, "Zhao" and "Luan", but once refined into poetry, it made Yejing stand out. Through this vivid scene, it is not difficult to feel the novelty, excitement and wonder of the poet.
Then two sentences, "Lang night, Song moving cold Sichuan", turned to describe the image of smelting workers. With rough lines and a little outline, the poet's majestic and sturdy image of the smelter is vividly displayed on the paper. The word "Lang Lang" is novel and intriguing. "rhyme" originally refers to blushing because of shyness; Here refers to the fire reflecting the red face. From the word "Lang Lang", we can think of their strong physique and industrious, simple, enthusiastic, bold and optimistic personality. The end of the sentence "Song Dong Han Chuan" closed the characterization of the previous sentence. Smelters sing while working, and the loud singing makes the cold river ripple. What songs did they sing? If the poet doesn't add a little, readers can make all kinds of supplements and associations; Did this song really stir Hanchuan? Of course not. This is the poet's unique feeling, an exaggerated stroke, but extremely vivid. If the sentence "Lang Lang" only depicts the faces of smelting workers under the bright moon and fire, then this sentence reveals their inner world, their rich emotions and beautiful sentiments, and the lines are full of poets' admiration and praise.
This is a magnificent autumn night smelting map. Under the poet's ingenious pen, light, heat, sound and color are intertwined, and bright and dark, cold and hot, dynamic and static are in harmony, vividly showing the fiery labor scene and vividly shaping the image of ancient smelting workers. It is indeed an artistic treasure that radiates extraordinary splendour in the treasure house of ancient poetry.
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Fengluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Appreciation of ancient poetry
Where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees occupying it, whether it is the flat ground or the top of the mountain. Who are they busy for after they have collected all the flowers to make honey? Who do you brew mellow honey for? This poem praises the noble character of hard work of bees, and also implies the author's hatred and dissatisfaction with people who get something for nothing. This poem has several characteristics in artistic expression: it wants to seize the past and give it, but it is powerful; Narrative backchat, singing sighs and feelings; The meaning is profound and can be interpreted in two ways. This is an allegorical poem. The bees in the poem are millions of ordinary farmers in Qian Qian in feudal society. They worked hard for generations, but the fruits of their labor were finally plundered by the cleaners. "After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom?" The conclusion is rhetorical, which shows that the bees who make honey diligently work hard for years, but they get nothing for nothing, suggesting that the exploiters get nothing for nothing, making the meaning of the poem profound and powerful.
This poem expresses the author's cynical thoughts and feelings by describing the natural phenomenon of bees picking flowers and making honey for people to enjoy.
2. Poems and writers describing rural production
July is called "the oldest four-season idyll in China" by Qian Zhongshu, and it "describes the hard work and hard life of farmers. However, this poem did not play an exemplary role; The pastoral poems of later generations, such as Jiang Yan's Miscellaneous Poems, are all examples of Tao Qian. " (Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty)
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 did you die?
On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.
With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south!
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.
In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.
The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry?
Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.
The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.
Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.
Silkworm, moon, mulberry, pick up the axe,
I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide.
Singing in July, achievement in August.
I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son.
Beautiful in April, singing in May.
Harvest in August and fall in October.
A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.
The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.
Privately, publicly available [7].
In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.
July in the wild, August in the rest, September at home,
October cricket, come down to my bed.
The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.
Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.
In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked.
Peel dates in August and get rice in October.
To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.
Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and uncle in September.
Pay for picking tea and eat my farmer.
Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.
The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.
Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.
The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.
I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.
The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.
On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.
First frost in September, washing the floor in October.
Friends drink and say they killed the lamb.
When you are in court, you can call him a man with great courage and infinite longevity!
3. Ask for a poem about safety in production.
Safety officer, the burden of ensuring safety is on the shoulder.
State property should be protected and the safety of workers should be protected.
Be familiar with the site situation and be responsible for the production order.
Sometimes I use my brain to come up with ideas, and sometimes I do it myself;
Sometimes I speak as a tour guide, and sometimes I engage in emotional propaganda;
Eight hours full load, single-minded to ensure safety.
Safety officer, strict control, meticulous compliance with the three customs,
Close it before class, during class and before going to work.
Everyone will ask before the shift, whether the labor insurance is fully dressed;
In and out of class, early detection of accident symptoms;
Check carefully before going off work to create conditions for going off work;
It is not easy to pass the three customs, and due diligence is the key.
Safety officer, not afraid of difficulties, the more difficult, the more forward,
Go deep into the scene to find the law, break through the restricted area and eliminate hidden dangers.
Where there is an accident to deal with, there is my figure;
If others are not at ease, it will be very calm to handle it yourself;
Firmly believe that only by creating conditions can danger become safe;
360 days a year, making contributions in danger.
Security officer, the most serious thing is that the ruler is inch by inch.
Look for hidden dangers, big and small.
Discover hidden dangers and find the root causes through phenomena;
Sloppy and my sworn enemy, fooling and I have no fate;
The statistics reported at the end of the month are accurate;
Treat achievements without exaggeration, and expose problems against your will.
Safety officer, do not slack off, do not love loose or harm,
The implementation of the rules must be strict, without changing a word.
Forgive small things, and sooner or later you will suffer great disaster;
Who will trust you if your relatives compromise?
It is difficult to educate others if you don't obey the rules;
Yan must be strict from beginning to end, and Yan must set an example;
Strictness is love, looseness is harm, and strictness is safe.
Safety officer, don't talk empty words, abandon false reputation, be pragmatic,
The scene was hot and sweaty, and the safety of employees was in my heart.
Observe the phenomenon, grasp the phenomenon, and prevent the danger from spreading; ,
Find hidden dangers and eliminate them before the accident;
Pay attention to the danger, eliminate the danger, and pull out the teeth to ensure safety;
Miracles are created when there is no danger, and safety is sought with a down-to-earth attitude.
Security officer, brave, good at dealing with complex situations,
Don't panic when dealing with accidents, and stop in an orderly manner according to regulations.
It is not foolhardy to encounter danger, and there are measures to step by step;
How many dangers have been eliminated and how many loopholes have been blocked;
How much experience to promote and how many lessons to recognize;
Ensure safety, promote production, improve efficiency and increase output value.
Safety personnel, rigid and flexible, should be flexible and particular,
Treat the accident just as it is, and don't stop until the root cause is ruled out.
Treat safe children as old friends;
It's hard to hate at first, but it's deep when it's soft;
Just like fire and softness like water, love and hate are clearly romantic;
Safety officer, combining rigidity with softness, combining rigidity with softness.
Security officials, ruthless contractors, relentlessly tracking violations,
You can't cheat by perfunctory prevarication, and you can't let go of pandering.
This batch should be punished according to the rules, only recognizing the rules and not recognizing the feelings;
Selfless and brave, strong inside, crooked ways will never be tolerated;
Dare to grasp, manage and be responsible, and take the right path;
Be the patron saint of safety, protect property and love life.
Safety officers, propagandists, do propaganda anytime and anywhere,
Ten people and eight people talk seriously, and one person and two people talk patiently.
Go to the scene in combination with the actual situation and demonstrate it repeatedly;
Home visits are not too annoying to sit on the kang and have a heart-to-heart conversation;
Reasoning, practice, lessons and experience;
People around you, things around you, all listen in good faith and are infected.
Everyone has a sense of security and the security situation is changing every day.
4. Ask for a poem about workers and factory life.
The moon in the factory
one
The moon of the factory
Covered with rusty clouds
Rust on the body
Wandering like a wisp of fire in a stove
moon
Cast in the color of iron.
If that's a daisy,
It is also a melancholy in the middle of winter.
There is no beautiful image of Mid-Autumn Festival.
From this end of the horizon
Go straight to the end.
Carrying a heavy bag all the way
Look up; look up
You hide in the clouds.
Fear of splashing steel
Hit people.
two
I long for it to be a chrysanthemum.
A cluster can open your eyes.
Fragrant chrysanthemum
Sadness in the wind
A cluster of chrysanthemums stands on a cloudy field.
Withered branches and leaves
Spend it in trance.
The patient's body swayed in the wind.
This chrysanthemum is intimate after the rain.
The fresh soul has something to say.
Look at each other and listen.
Steel collided in it.
three
I really want to transplant you into my dream.
Chrysanthemum in my dream
Be cultivated by steel
Thoughts without tenderness
Nagongju
It is air-dried and has no fragrance of missing.
Like an old man
On steel crutches
Try to polish the impression in memory.
And your branches and leaves
Has been in the mechanical noise.
Don't sing.