1. "Farmer" 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?
Commentary: Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where the seedlings grow.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?
2. "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.
Description: When beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan Mountain, the result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings.
Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
3. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" 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.
Commentary: Cutting land during the day and rubbing hemp at night, both men and women on the farm help their parents to do things, do housework and let their parents rest. Children know nothing about farming and weaving, but they also learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
4. "Country April" 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.
Commentary: A small river flows in the green hills, and cuckoos are singing happily in the drizzle and breeze.
How busy people are in the countryside in April, before they finish sericulture and start farming.
5, "Pipe 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.
Explanation: Cultivators seldom have free days, and every family is doubly busy in May.
Last night, a south wind blew, and the wheat was covered with long ditches and brown.
Women carry bamboo rice and small rice, and children carry crock pulp soup.
After going forward, we drove the noon bus to the field, and the boys were working hard in Nangang.
The country weather in summer makes my feet steaming, and the burning sun makes my back burning.
I'm exhausted and I don't feel hot. I just hope this summer will last forever.
There are even those poor women holding babies beside them.
Right hand to pick up the lost ears of wheat, left arm hanging a broken basket.
Listening to their conversation in a few words can not help but cause me infinite sadness:
"My family's income has been taxed, and this leak has suppressed the famine."
What are my advantages now? I have never been engaged in farming and sericulture.
If you eat rice with nine grades and three hundred stones, there will be surplus food for adults.
I am ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day long.
2. Labor Day Ancient Poem 1, Silkworm Girl Song: Zhang Yu entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. A woman who lives in the country and raises silkworms for a living went to the market in town yesterday to sell silk.
When she came back, she was in tears and the towel was soaked with sad tears. Because she saw in the market that people wearing beautiful silk clothes were not silkworm farmers who worked as hard as her.
2. Watching Mai in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's family was less idle, and people were twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.
There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her 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.
Farmers have no leisure all year round, but they are doubly busy in May. A warm south wind blew at night, and the wheat in the field was covered with ridges and ripe yellow.
Women carry food in baskets, and children carry jars full of water and soup. Men accompany them to deliver meals in the fields and work in Nanshan.
The feet were smoked by the heat on the ground, and the back was baked by the hot sun. Exhausted, don't feel hot, just cherish summer.
I saw a poor peasant woman, holding her child and following others. He held the picked ears of wheat in his right hand and hung a broken basket in his left arm.
Listening to her talk about her family made everyone feel sorry for her. In order to pay taxes, I sold the land and ate my hunger by picking up wheat ears.
What are my advantages now? I have never raised or picked mulberry trees. The salary is 300 stone a year, and there will be surplus grain at the end of the year.
I am ashamed to think of these things, and I will never forget them day and night. 3, the country of April Song Dynasty: Weng Juan is green all over the mountains, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight.
The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
4. In the Tang Dynasty: It was raining in Cui Daorong, and it was all white, plowing in the middle of the night. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.
It has rained enough in the spring rain, and even Gaotian is covered with white water. In order to compete for seeds, farmers braved the heavy rain and wore hemp fibers to farm in the middle of the night. When people and cows are exhausted, it's still far from dawn.
5. Song of Autumn Pu in the 14th Tang Dynasty 17: Li Bai shines on the heavens and the earth with red stars and purple. On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
The fire shines on heaven and earth, and the red star flashes purple smoke. Copper smelters sing while working on the bright moon night, and their songs resound through the cold valley.
3. The ancient poem about Labor Day 1, "Being the Benevolence of Agriculture" Don Li Shen mowed the grass in the afternoon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2, "Looking at Mai Niang" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia 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.
3, "Returning to the Garden" Dong Yuanming planted beans in Shannan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings. 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. Song Fancheng's performance in the daytime and night, and the children in the village are the masters. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
5, "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
6. The famous singer of "Two Songs of Shetian" and Wang Yucheng listened to Tian's singing. Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
Secondly, Beishan planted Nanshan. Is there any deviation in helping to cultivate? I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
This poem about labor is about the importance and significance of individual labor. When weeding in the afternoon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain is hard at lunch? This is about the hard work of working farmers, and we should always remember to cherish it. When the sun rises, it will rest. When the morning star sinks, Dai Yue hoes home. Bai Juyi's family is less idle. Naive children with pot pulp. They went with Tian Xiang, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. It is full of rustic heat, and the back is burned by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman holding my son by my side. I grabbed my ear with my right hand and hung an open basket on my left arm. Listening to his words of concern, I feel sad. My family lost all the taxes and collected them to satisfy my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
5. The poem about labor is 1. In the Tang Dynasty, when Li Shen hoed rice, he would sweat and get rid of it.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2. Fisherman on the River Fan Zhongyan came and went on the river in the Northern Song Dynasty.
But I like perch beauty. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Zhang Yuyuan, a silkworm girl, entered the city yesterday and returned with tears. People who are covered in Luo Qi are not white sericulturists.
4, see Mai Tang Bai Juyi Tian Jia has less leisure months, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Follow, Ding Zhuang is crossing 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 her son 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.
Ji, what merits did I have today? I have never been a farmer. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
5. Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
6. Ancient Poems on May 1 ST Ancient Poems on May 1 ST Labor Day: Looking at Wheat Cutting >; Tang Baiju's family is idle, but there are twice as many people 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.
When returning to Yuantianju > Eastern Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming planted beans in the southern foothills, and the grass was full of beans and the seedlings were sparse. 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 > During the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda worked in the fields during the day and the children in the village were in charge at night. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
April in the country > Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with mountains and green fields, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Wang Yucheng, a well-known artist in Song Dynasty, has been listening to Tian's singing. Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
Secondly, Beishan planted Nanshan. Is there any deviation in helping to cultivate? I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
7. The poem of Labor Day is 1. In April in the countryside, Weng Juan is covered with mountains and plains, and it rains like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 2. Poor girl, Tang Qin Yu Tao, her finger embroidery is incomparable, but she can't compare with the painted eyebrows.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others. 3. The farmer watched the sunny Tang Yuyu taste the west wind and rain in Qin, in order 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. Silkworm wife Song entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.
All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. 5. Song Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, traveled to and from 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.
6, "Watching Wheat" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is less idle, 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. 7. "Farmer" Tang cut wheat at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
8. Poem 1 describing Labor Day, "sympathy 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?
2. "Look at 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.
Step 3 "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.
4. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies"
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.
9. What poems are there on Labor Day? The song of summer-the song of labor comes in June. The east wind is very hot, and the dry and hot wind blows on the face, and the smell of mature wheat is floating in the wind. This early summer wheat field is like a golden ocean, and layers of golden waves spread far away. The wheat soldiers lined up neatly, dressed in gold, and their morale was high. They expect their parents, hardworking farmers, to review them. Praise them. The longer they wait, the harder it is to stop being happy. When the wind blows through the rustling sound, they are singing and harvesting. There is a busy scene of harvest everywhere. Harvesters rumble here, hair dryers roar there, dry here, and transport there ... People's hands are calloused, people's sweat is soaked in clothes, people's faces are too tired to stand up, people's faces are tanned, but smiles bloom on people's faces. People's eyes are tired but full of joy of harvest, conveying the light of happiness. Transplanted in the morning, under the oppression of the scorching sun, the coolness has fled in a hurry. The smooth mud in the rice field wanted to fight the scorching sun, but he was thin and sweaty. What about the industrious people who endure the scorching sun? The hot air steamed the seedlings one by one, making the rice fields wear green clothes. People's legs are getting heavier. People have backache. People lean back step by step. People bend over and over again. People bow their heads for too long. People are dizzy and transplant rice. People get up earlier than the morning sun and return later than sunset. When the morning star has been lit, when the frog drum is beating, tired people gather in a noisy stream and flow to a quiet village.