The most brilliant poem about labor 1. The most brilliant poem about labor
1, "Sai Qiu Hong, successful, Wan Li as busy as a swallow" comes from the Yuan Dynasty poet Xue Anfu.
Original poem
"Sai Qiu Hong, success, Wan Li busy as a swallow"
Fame: Wan Li is as busy as a swallow and as thin as a thread. Time flies like electricity, and the wind and frost are white. When you do your best, you will retire. Have you seen it under the forest? Up to now, pengze county is desolate.
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Chasing fame like a swallow. Elegant and refined tradition, as weak as silk thread. Time is like blink of an eye, like lightning. The weather-beaten temples suddenly became as white as pixels. They say I'm going to be an official soon, but where have I seen it in the mountains? Until now, hermits like Tao Yuanming, the magistrate of Pengze County, are still lonely and unaccompanied.
2. Bees come from Luo Yin, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
bee
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?
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Whether on the flat land or on the mountain peak, beautiful scenery is occupied by bees. Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
3. Spring Thoughts comes from Fang Yue, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Original poem
Thoughts of spring
Spring breeze is too busy, willow with long lace is a layman.
Taking swallows as honey for mud bees will only blow gently and the sun will shine brightly.
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How busy the spring breeze will be! It lives with flowers and can make them open; When you are with trees, willows will turn blue early. Spring breeze uses swallows to make mud nests, and also urges flowers to help bees make honey; Just now, there was a light rain under the clouds, and then the clouds were sent away, bringing a blue sunny day.
4. Looking at Butterflies in the South of the Yangtze River comes from Ouyang Xiu, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Original poem
Look at butterflies in Jiangnan
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity.
After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.
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Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River are dancing in the sunset. She looks as beautiful as peace, wandering among flowers, sucking nectar, and frivolous by nature. After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies greasy by water sparkled in the sunset. It just flew into the yard with bees, accompanied catkins through the east wall, and often scrambled for flowers.
5. "Cutting Wheat Off" comes from Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
Look at cutting wheat.
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.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
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.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
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Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry food in bamboo baskets and children carry water in pots. Follow each other to deliver food in the fields, and the men who collect wheat are all in Nangang. Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun. Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer. I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms.
He held the picked ears of wheat in his right hand and hung a broken basket in his left arm. Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her. Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger. What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture. Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year. I am ashamed to think of these things, and I will never forget them day and night.
2. What are the most brilliant poems about labor?
Tao Yuanming, the third Jin Dynasty to return to the Garden.
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.
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I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it doesn't go against my heart to return to the countryside.
Meaning.
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Nanshan: refers to Lushan Mountain. Rare: rare. G: Get up. Desolation: adjectives as nouns, barren, refer to weeds in bean sprouts. Dirty: dirty. This refers to the weeds in the field. Hoe: Carry a hoe. Oh, take it. Narrow: narrow. Vegetation length: Vegetation overgrowth. Grow up, grow up
Evening dew: dew in the evening. Wet (dew). Foot: It's worth it. But do what you want: as long as you don't go against your wishes. But: only. Desire: refers to longing for rural life, "not bending over for five buckets of rice" and not colluding with the secular. Violation: violation.
Silkworm Girl Song Zhangyu
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
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A woman who lives in the country and raises silkworms for a living went to the city to sell silk yesterday. When she came back, she was in tears, and the sad tears even soaked the towel. Because the people she saw in beautiful silk clothes in the city were simply
Not a hardworking sericulture person like her!
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Silkworm girl: A woman who raises silkworms. Silkworm, an insect, spits silk as an important textile raw material, which is mainly used for spinning silks and satins. City: a place where goods are bought and sold. This refers to selling silk. Towel: a towel or other small piece of cloth used for wiping. All over: all over.
Luo Qi: The floorboard of silk fabrics. Luo, plain or thin silk. Silk fabrics with patterns or patterns. In poetry, it refers to clothes made of silk.
Fisherman on the River Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
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People coming and going on the river only like the delicious perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, who are driving their boats up and down in the big wind and waves.
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Fisherman: A fisherman. But: only. Love: love. Perch: a kind of fish with a big mouth, a flat body, a green back and a white belly, and delicious taste. Grow fast, big and delicious. Jun: You. A boat floats on the water like a leaf. Lingering: looming.
It means you can see for a while and you can't see for a while. Storm: the waves.
Compassion for Peasants Tang
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?
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At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, 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?
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Benjamin: What a pity. There is sympathy here. A poem is two ancient poems. The sequential versions of these two poems are different. Xiaomi: generally refers to cereals. Autumn Harvest: A "Qiu Cheng". Son: refers to grain particles. Four seas: refers to the whole country. Idle field: a field that has not been cultivated. Y: still.
"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.
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Go out to mow the grass in the field during the day and come back to rub the hemp rope at night. Both men and women on the farm carry the burden at home. Children don't know how to cultivate, but they also plant melons under mulberry trees like adults.
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Miscellaneous interest: a poem written casually without a fixed theme. Day (zhòu): daytime. Farming: weed removal. Ji Ma: Twist marijuana into thread. Responsible for each other: everyone has a certain job. Children and grandchildren: refers to children. Unresolved: I don't understand. Engage in, participate in. Next to: near.
Mulberry shade: A shady place under a mulberry tree.
3. The most brilliant poem about labor
1. "Fisherman on the River" Song Fan Zhongyan swims in the river, but loves the beauty of bass.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. -This poem, with simple language, vivid image and strong contrast, is thought-provoking, reflecting the hardships of fishermen's work and arousing people's concern about people's livelihood.
-2. "Compassion for Farmers" In Li Shen in the Tang Dynasty, at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
This poem shows the hardships of farmers' labor and their indignation at wasting food. At noon in midsummer, farmers hoe in the scorching sun, and sweat drops in the fields.
But who knows, every grain of rice in the bowl contains the hardships of farmers! -3. "Wangqing Farmhouse" The taste of Tang Yongyu heard the west wind drizzle 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.
-this poem selects a fragment of a farmer's life when the west wind has reached the harvest season and the heavy rain is coming, focusing on depicting the plot of an old farmer looking at the clouds. -this poem has sympathy for farmers, but there is no sympathy; There is praise for farmers, but there is no praise.
It is not difficult for readers to feel heartfelt sympathy and praise.
4. Ancient poems about Labor Day
1, "sympathy for 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?
2. Returning to the Garden-Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty
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.
3. Look at wheat cutting-Don 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.
4. April in the countryside-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.
5, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"-Song Fan 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.
6. Charcoal Man-Don Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
5. The most brilliant labor poem
Workers are the most glorious.
Humans work to survive, and everyone is a worker.
Labor has created the world and human civilization.
You may be a worker, a farmer or an intellectual.
People live by labor and are beautiful by creation.
Strive for the same civilization.
Today is International Labor Day.
We sing for labor and are proud of it.
Workers are the most glorious and contribute to more people.
It is a "model worker" and a pioneer.
They make more people happier.
Mining, steel flower, to end products
The Joy of Transplanting, Weeding and Harvest
Children's growth, scientific research and development
Small oaks grow into big oaks.
Cars, trains, ships, bullet trains to airplanes.
Small businesses, suppliers, private enterprises and individual enterprises
Whether it is a state-owned enterprise or a private enterprise
No matter what kind of social country.
In the boundless huge crowd
In the rolling crowd
There are workers all over the world.
Labor has created the world and civilization.
Today is a holiday for workers all over the world.
Let's praise the workers and praise them.
6. Poems praising the glory of labor
Standing on the head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
suddenly
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
sunlight
rain and dew
spring breeze
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
Full of beautiful scenery
Under the fluttering notes
Singing the song of labor happily
Song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Take Xia Yun's hope.
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
Song of labor
Eternal singing
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Fruitful fruit
delicious
Fragrant and sweet
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
Began to form a long layer of green.
On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers. The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
In the vast sand sea, a barren Gobi, sing an accompaniment for the workers.
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit. In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes ... this is the messenger of light.
A festival dedicated to one's own workers
The truest hymn