Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
Flames are blazing, red stars are splashing, purple smoke is transpiration, and the vast world is illuminated by red flames. Copper smelters sing while working on a bright moon night. Their songs broke the silent night and shook the cold river.
2. Silkworm wife
Song dynasty: Zhang Yu
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
Yesterday I went to town to sell silk, and when I came back, tears soaked my towel. Why are you so sad? I saw rich people dressed in silk and satin, but none of them were sericulturists.
The farmer looks sunny.
Tang dynasty: harmony in it
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, 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.
It was once said that it would rain when the west wind blows in Qin (now Shaanxi). Zephyr, when will you go back? The gray-haired old farmer stood on the highland of the wheat field for a long time, hoping that the dark clouds would disperse and the sun would reappear.
4. Weng selling charcoal
Tang Dynasty: 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. Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.
An old man who sells charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in Nanshan all the year round. His face is covered with dust and smoke, his temples are gray and his fingers are black. What is the money from selling charcoal for? In exchange for clothes and food. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal is worthless and hopes it will be colder.
It snowed a foot thick outside the city at night, and at dawn, he was driving a charcoal car rolling on the ice road to the market. The cow was tired and the man was hungry, but the sun had risen high, so he rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who are those two high-flying riders? They are eunuchs in the palace, eunuchs.
Holding documents in their hands, they shouted the emperor's orders and shouted that cows would pull into the palace. A load of charcoal, 1000 kilograms, the eunuchs insisted on washing it away, and the old man tried to give up, but he was helpless. Those people hung half a horse's red yarn and a piece of silk on the cow's head as money to buy charcoal.
5. Two ancient songs/two farmers' songs
Li Shen in Tang Dynasty
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
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?
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. All over the world, there are no fields that are not cultivated, and there are no fields that are not cultivated, but there are still farmers working, but they starve to death. 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?