Poems and ancient poems on Labor Day

The Chinese nation has always had the virtue of loving labor, and there are not a few works describing labor throughout the ages. Let's share with you the ancient poems of Labor Day. Let's have a look!

April in the countryside

Song Weng Juan

Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,

In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

Only when sericulture is planted in the field.

Tian Jia

Fan Song Chengda

Till the fields during the day and weave hemp 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.

Compassion for farmers

Don Li Shen

When weeding is at noon,

Sweat under the soil;

Who knows Chinese food,

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.

Fisherman on the river

Song Fan Zhongyan

People come and go on the river,

But I like perch beauty.

Look at a boat,

In and out of the storm.

Lotus picking song

Don Wang Changling

Cut a ruffled skirt in one color,

Lotus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.

You can't see it in the swimming pool,

I didn't realize that someone was coming until I heard this song.

Back to the garden house

Tao Jin Yuanming

Growing beans in Shannan,

There are more grass and fewer bean seedlings.

In the morning, the reason is ridiculous,

Take the moon lotus hoe home.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long.

Xi Lu stained my clothes.

Clothes are not enough,

But let it happen.

fisherman

Liutang Zongyuan

An old fisherman spent the night here, under the cliff in the west,

Xiao Ji (jí) Qing Xiang burned Chu bamboo slips.

Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog.

I (m: I) am a landscape green.

I turned around and saw the waves coming from heaven.

Clouds on the cliff floated leisurely one after another.

The Book of Songs, Nan Zhou, fúyǐ.

Pick slugs, pick them with fine words.

Pick slugs, fine print.

Pick slugs and make a short comment (Du is not).

Pick slugs and let them slip (Lu is not).

Pick slugs and talk about them (Jie).

Pick and choose, thin words (xié).

The Book of Songs, Feng Wang, Gentleman's Battle

A gentleman is in service. He doesn't know its date.

What is this?

Chickens live in the west,

In the evening, the cattle and sheep came down.

My husband is serving in the distance. How can I think of him?

A gentleman is in service, and in a few days or months,

What's the point?

Chickens live in Jie,

At the end of the night, all the cattle and sheep gathered around.

Husband is serving in the distance, I hope it's not hungry!

Look at 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 rich in food, and children are full of 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 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.

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.