Poems about May Day Labor Day

The ancient poem of Labor Day is:

1, look 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.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Fighting spirit is high in midsummer, and the scorching sun is burning on your back. 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 lost all taxes, so I can use 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.

Step 2 go back 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.

3, four seasons mix and match.

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.

4. Be kind to 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?