Poetry about rural labor 1. Poems describing peasant labor scenes
The best answer is 1, "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.
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The way of life of the ancients refers to a simple and simple life.
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The morning star was abandoned. Daiyuehe cupboard
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Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
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In summer, it is rustic, and the sun shines on the back.
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Embroider colored thread and blow six tubes of flying ash.
2. What poems describe the hard work of farmers?
1, Bai Juyi, the Tang Dynasty's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
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.
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.
2. Two Poems for Farmers by Li Shen in Tang Dynasty.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
At noon in midsummer, under the scorching sun, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
3, "farmer" Yan in the Tang Dynasty.
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk. When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.
4, "Guantianjia" Tang Wei Wu Ying.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
When I come back from Tanaka, I often take my calf to the mountain stream in the west to drink water after the sun goes down. Hungry and hardworking farmers never complain, and a spring rain that is as expensive as oil makes them full of joy.
5, "Tian Shang" Tang Cui Daorong.
The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done 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.
3. Poems describing farmers' hard work
Back to the garden house
Author: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
In the morning, I was busy with filth and weeding with the moon lotus.
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.
Translation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night.
The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
Extended data:
Creative background:
In 405 AD (the first year of Emperor Yi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty), Tao Yuanming worked as a county magistrate in Pengze, Jiangxi Province, but after more than 80 days, he claimed that he was unwilling to "bow down for the children in the village" and hang it home. From then on, I ended my seclusion and official life, and finally went to the countryside. After I went back, I wrote a group of five poems entitled "Returning to the Garden". This poem is the third of them.
This eight-sentence short chapter of "Planting beans in Nanshan" expresses profound ideological content in a small space of 40 words and describes the hardships of the poet after his seclusion.
4. What are the poems describing farmers' labor scenes?
Poems describing peasant labor scenes are:
1. There is no road in the mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
2. The rice beam is fat under the Ehu Mountain, and the finless porpoise is half covered. _ _ _ _ Wang Jia's Social Day
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. _ _ _ _ Gaoding Country House
4. The sound of thousands of miles of warblers is emerald red, and the water town is full of wine flags. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
6. When the chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. _ _ _ _ Wen's "Doing Good and Going Early"
7. The sunset in the lonely village, the old trees in West Western jackdaw with light smoke, and a little Fei Ying. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
8. One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Banqiao Road in Zhuxi Village is inclined. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
9. The shepherd boy came back across the cow's back, and the piccolo blew without a cavity. _ _ _ _ Lei Zhen's Country Night
10. The autumn wind blows in Jiangcun, and it is dusk, and the lonely phoenix tree doesn't open the door at night. _ _ _ _ Gu Cai's Meet You Happy Autumn Wind Blowing Jiangcun.
1 1. Big-eared hoes are west and east, and Zhong Er weaves chicken cages. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Qingpingle Village Residence
12. Old, sad in autumn, self-indulgent, happy today. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Nine Days Cui Lantian Poetry Village"
13. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
14. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
15. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, only sericulture was used to insert fields. _ _ _ _ April in rural Weng Juan
16. The flute and drum are close to the Spring Society, and the clothes are simple. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
5. Poems describing farmers' hard work are simple, except weeding and expressing sympathy for farmers.
The sun was like fire, and Noda's seedlings were burnt by half.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun rocks the stone ditch. Author: Du Fu threw himself into Shigou village at dusk, and 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.
In autumn, Li Bai (part 14) shines on the heavens and the earth, and the red star is in chaos. On a moonlit night in Kailang, the song "Moving Cold Sichuan Bees Luo Yin" is occupied by people regardless of the flat mountain top.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? .
6. Describe an ancient poem that shows the scene of rural labor.
Bai Juyi, don't buy it.
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 has lost all taxes. Pick this up to satisfy your hunger.
I have no merit today. I used to be a farmer.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to see this. I can't forget it every day