Poetry about praising advanced labor 1. Poems praising model workers.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Falling in love is not heartless,
Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Conscientious, hard-working, dedicated.
Selfless dedication only seeks hard work, regardless of gains, self-denial and dedication, and takes the lead in setting an example.
We can't live without the work of teachers, parents, farmers, businessmen, workers and police. Because of labor, our life is thriving, and today's country and people are safe. Workers from all walks of life support the whole society with wisdom, diligence, brain power and physical strength.
Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, and everything comes from our hard work and ordinary work, which is so silent.
The world is so wonderful, life is so beautiful, because of you-hardworking worker and the greatest person!
It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Model workers refer to workers who have made outstanding achievements in socialist construction and have been awarded honorary titles through democratic election of workers, examination by relevant departments and approval by the government. On the model worker, there is a great dedication, striving for first-class, struggling hard, being brave in innovation, indifferent to fame and fortune, and willing to contribute. They are the elites of the country and the role models of the people.
If May is a passionate poem, then the laborer is the most beautiful note in the poem. We praise laborers, who are ordinary and great people.
Every day, workers always go back and forth between their careers and their families. Every day, the busy figure of workers always performs well in the needed jobs. Laborers are members of society, and the prosperity of a country cannot be separated from the wisdom and creation of all workers.
Over the years, among the British model teams at all levels in China, there have been oil model workers and treasure managers. The ideology and morality of these heroes embodies the spirit of the working class in China and the spirit of the times of contemporary workers in China. They use practical actions to show people that labor has contributed to the creation of history!
Jinshan Yinshan and thousands of worlds, everything is a compliment to labor. Laborer, you use the calluses in your hands to get the sun tomorrow, the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in the fields, and the splash of steel flowers and coal waves.
Laborer, the wrinkles on your face are engraved with the memories of the years. Use the ups and downs of labor to make manna. Laborer, your eyes are full of wisdom and cleverness, and you can stand on your own feet regardless of all difficulties. Laborer, you are a pioneer, and you have created the glory of history!
2. 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 their own workers
The truest hymn
3. Poetry praising labor
When watching the wheat harvest, the county magistrate Bai Juyi had less leisure, and in May, the number of people doubled.
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.
Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man, a masterpiece. 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. "Farmers" hoe crops at noon, sweating and dripping grain; Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road freezes the bones. But which of them cried the most? ? Sima Lan in the river is wet.
4. Are there any poems describing and praising labor?
Chu River
(Don Li Shen)
Weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows the food on the plate,
Every grain is bitter.
Fa Tan Shi Guo Jing Feng Weifeng
Kan Kan cut sandalwood, the river dried up, and the river was clear and rippling.
No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops.
No hunting, no hunting. Are there any county badgers in Huzhan Pavilion?
He is a gentleman, he is not a vegetarian!
Kan Kan is spreading. It is placed by the river. The river is clear and straight.
No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops, no crops.
No hunting, no hunting, is there a special county in Hu Zhan's court?
He is a gentleman, and he is not a vegetarian!
Kan Kan cut the wheel, the river flows, the river is clear, and the river is destroyed.
No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops.
No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county quail in Huzhanerting?
He is a gentleman, but he is extraordinary!
Riverside fisherman
fan zhongyan
People on the river. But I like perch beauty.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Silkworm girl
Zhang Yu
When I went into town yesterday,
I came back with tears on my face.
Those who are covered in Luo Qi,
Not a silkworm raiser.
Tube cutting wheat
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.
Country April
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.
5. Sentences praising model workers
1, life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, everything comes from our hard work and ordinary work, and labor is so silent.
2. The world is so wonderful, life is so beautiful, because of you-hardworking worker and the greatest person!
It is the days that flow away like running water. Memories are increasingly mottled by time, but people have not forgotten this scene. "May Day International Labor Day" became a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
4. In May, in this spring season, it is a day of thunder and heavy rain, and the geese flying south waded home; It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe.
6. Poems praising laborers
1, 14 Tang Qiupu 17: Li Bai shines on the sky and the red star is in purple smoke.
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 Girl Song: Zhang Yu entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.
All over 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. 3. The farmer looks at the sunny day in the Tang Dynasty: always taste 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, selling charcoal Weng Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi sold charcoal Weng, reduced salary and burned charcoal Nanshan. 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 poems/two poems on agricultural benevolence and righteousness Li Shen planted a millet in spring and harvested 10,000 seeds 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? .
7. Praise the ancient poems of laborers
Guan Mo-mai Author: Bai Juyi Age: Tang genre: Five ancient categories: unknown family has few idle months, and people are 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 a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their 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.
Note: This poem was written by Yuan He when he was the county governor (now Zhouzhi, Shaanxi) in the second year (807). This is the author's famous satirical poem in his early days. This poem is clear in narration, natural in structure, clear in hierarchy and strong in logic.
At the beginning of the poem, the background is explained first, indicating that May is the busy season for wheat harvest. Then write down that women lead their children to the fields to give food and water to young people who are cutting wheat.
Later, it described young farmers cutting wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, fumigating their feet with the heat, and baking their backs in the hot sun. They are tired and don't feel hot, but they just cherish the long days in summer and can do more work. At this point, the farmer's hard work has been strongly demonstrated.
Then I described another sad scene: a poor woman, with a child in her arms and a broken basket in her hand, was picking wheat by the wheat harvester. Why are you picking wheat? Because her family's fields have "lost all taxes"-sold to pay the palace tax, and now there is no land to plant and no wheat to harvest, so we have to rely on wheat to satisfy our hunger.
These two scenes are intertwined, with both differences and connections: the former reveals the hardships of farmers, while the latter reveals heavy taxes. Since heavy taxes have made poor women lose their fields, they will also make this peasant family who is cutting wheat lose their fields.
Today's wheat pickers are yesterday's wheat pickers; Today's wheat harvesters may become tomorrow's wheat harvesters. Strong irony is self-evident.
The poet linked the pain of farmers' life with the ease of his own life, feeling ashamed and unable to calm down for a long time. This lyric text is the essence of the whole poem.
It is the product of the author's touching feelings and shows the poet's deep sympathy for the working people. Bai Juyi wrote satirical poems with the aim of "only making people sick, and I hope the emperor knows."
In this poem, he made a sharp contrast between the peasants and himself as a court official with his own personal feelings, that is, he hoped that the "son of heaven" was affectionate and tactful, which could be described as well-intentioned. Bai Juyi is the master of art who is best at writing narrative poems.
His narrative poems can fully express people's feelings and things, and write the events described in them in twists and turns. Moreover, his narrative poems always contain the revelation of the soul, so they always contain feelings.
Although he didn't write much in Watching the Wheat Harvest, he vividly described the hard and painful life scenes of the wheat harvesters and gleaner during the summer harvest. Not only wrote things, but also wrote hearts, including the author's own heart and the hearts of working people.
The poet's heartstrings were obviously shaken and trembled by the tragic scene he heard and witnessed, so he raised his pen to express his feelings directly, and his lines were full of sympathy and pity for the workers. Poems such as "It's full of rustic heat and the sun is shining on my back" and "My family's taxes are all gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger" contain the author's compassion! Therefore, in the narrative of this poem "Looking at Wheat", there is the infiltration of the author's feelings and the beating of his heart, and the author's heart is integrated with what he tells.
What is commendable is that while describing the working people, the author can also truly write the voices of the working people, especially depicting the abnormal psychology of the working people in a certain situation and profoundly revealing the theme of the poem. In The Charcoal Man, "Poor man's clothes are simple, but he is worried about charcoal, wishing it would be cold", describing the abnormal psychology of the old man who sells charcoal because of food and clothing.
"I don't know the heat when I'm exhausted, but I regret the long summer" in "Watching Wheat Cutting" is also a kind of abnormal psychology. This description depicts the working people's hearts in detail and goes deep into the details.
The perfect unity of writing and writing in poetry is more shocking than the general unity of narrative and lyric. Bai Juyi is also an expert in using contrast techniques.
In his poetry creation, he not only compared the poverty and kindness of the working people with the luxury tyranny of the landlord class, but also compared his own comfort with the poverty of the working people. After writing about the hardships and pains of farmers in the hot summer, the poet also thought of himself, feeling that he had no "merit" and "didn't work for farmers and mulberry", but he was paid "three hundred stones" and still had "surplus grain" by the end of the year, so he was "ashamed of it and couldn't forget it every day".
It was very rare for poets to take the initiative to compare with farmers at that time. This contrast is really novel, accurate, commendable and thought-provoking, which shows the ideological height of this poem.
At noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows, every grain of food is hard. Silkworm Girl ① [Song] Zhang Yu ② entered the city yesterday, and ③ returned with tears in her face. (4) Those covered by Luo Qi (6) are not sericulturists.
Note ① Silkworm (c2n) female-a woman who keeps silkworms. Silkworm, an insect, spits silk as an important textile raw material, which is mainly used for spinning silks and satins.
② Zhang Yu (Y *), a poet in the Song Dynasty. The year of birth and death is unknown.
Few words are stupid. Pixian, Yizhou (now Pixian, Sichuan) people.
In his later years, he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan, calling himself Mr. Baiyun. His works include White Clouds.
(3) the city-doing business, buying and selling goods. This refers to selling silk.
Towels-handkerchiefs or other small pieces of cloth are used for wiping. All over the body
6. Luo Qi (Q! )-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.
A woman who lives in the countryside 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 wearing beautiful silk clothes in the city were not silkworm farmers who worked as hard as her! Not many people appreciate Zhang Yu's poems, but this "Silkworm Girl" makes him happy.
8. Poetry praising labor
1, show kindness to farmers >; Don Shen Li harvested grain at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2. Look at wheat cutting > Tang Baiju's family is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Ancient poems about labor.
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. Ancient poems about labor.
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. It is selfish to think so. 3. returning to the garden > in the eastern Jin dynasty, Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass was full of beans and the seedlings were sparse.
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. All seasons are idyllic > In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda worked in the fields during the day and the children in the village were in charge at night.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 5. Be kind to farmers > Don Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. 6, selling charcoal Weng > Tang Baijuyi sells charcoal Weng, chopping wood and burning charcoal in Nanshan.
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. 7. Fisherman on the River > Song Fan Zhongyan made friends on the river, but he loved the beauty of perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. 8. Farmer Wang Qing tasted the west wind and rain 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. 9. Go to Fengxian from Beijing to chant 500 words > Ling Du of Tang Du Fu has cloth clothes, but the boss's mind has become clumsy.
What a fool to make a promise! Steal Xiaomi and the deed. It is actually an autumn, and the bald head is generous.
The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost. If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat.
The jar that makes fun of classmates is very fierce. Not without rivers and seas, send the sun and the moon smartly; When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more.
Is there a lack of corridors and temples now? The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win. Gu Wei is an ant family, but he seeks his own point; Hu Weiwei craves whales and wants to suppress the Bohai Sea? Therefore, my understanding of physiology is wrong, and I am ashamed to do it alone.
Have you put up with dust so far? Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival. Drinking and chatting are adaptive, and singing is broken.
At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks. It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't stick straight. I passed Mount Li in the morning and crawled on the couch.
Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery. Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia.
The monarch and the minister stay for fun, and the music moves the Yinjiao Pavilion. Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown.
All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women. Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que.
The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country. If I suddenly understand, will you abandon this thing? Toastmasters are in the imperial court, and benevolent people should tremble! I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room.
Nave dancing fairy, misty as jade. Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat.
Advise the guests to make camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses orange. The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable. The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course.
The water from the west is very high and abrupt. Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu.
He Liang is lucky, and the sound of branches is heard. Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross.
My wife is in a different county, and the snow is ten mouths apart. Who can ignore it for long? Ordinary to * * * hungry.
The novice smells the wolf howling, and the youngest son is hungry! I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed. Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.
I don't know the autumn harvest, but poverty is hasty. When you are born tax-free, you don't want to conquer.
The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid. Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away.
Worry stops in the south, and Hongdong can't be ignored. Poor girl > Don Qin Taoyu Her fingers are beautifully embroidered, but she can't compare with her painted eyebrows.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others. 1 1, April in the countryside > In the Song Dynasty, the mountains and plains were green, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
9. Poems praising laborers' hard work
Song Pu of Autumn (14)
—— Tang Libai
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.
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.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
-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.
Compassion 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?