[Reprinted] The Book of Songs. July: How did the Duke of Zhou assist in becoming a king?

Duke Zhou is an ancient sage that China people can't help remembering. Duke Zhou was kind, filial and versatile since childhood. When King Wen was around, he was different from those children, relying on filial piety. King Wu ascended the throne, and then he got loyal help. King Wu collapsed and became king. Being too young to go to Langchang, Zhou Gongdan was helped to become the regent of Tsuzawa, the king. When the Duke of Zhou proclaimed himself king, he described the transformation of Hou Ji and Gong Liu, and wrote a poem to stop him from claiming the king, that is, July. July is a masterpiece among 300 poems! Great influence on future generations! Chen's hardship in this poem also reflects the thought of the holy king being close to the people and caring about people's livelihood. It is also an amazing picture of production and life in ancient agricultural society! It is a great poem covering astronomy, calendar, sowing, medical and health care, agricultural knowledge and other major disciplines. For thousands of years, this poem has great guiding significance to the development of China society, and it is also a navigation chart for us to understand the life of ancient society today. As descendants of the Chinese people, it is necessary for everyone to read this poem! "The Book of Songs. Qi Feng. July Author: Zhou Gongdan had a filariasis in July and got clothes in September. The first day is (b √), and the second day is Li Lie. No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third day, I (√), and on the fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With a daughter-in-law, we will get married. The Guardian said, "Very good". Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed with a basket, begging for soft mulberry. Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted. The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home. Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August. Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork (qiāng). I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide. Bird singing in July (jū), recorded in August. Xuan zai Huang, I, for the childe petticoats. Beautiful in April, singing in May. Harvest in August and crush in October. A day to raccoon, fox, for the child. The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts. Talk privately (zōng) and offer publicly (jiàn). In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate. July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed. The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door. Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room. June food is gloomy and stinging, and July anemone thistle. Peel dates in August and get rice in October. To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and pick tea in September (chū). We poor farmers can feed. Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October. The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled. Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace. The sun is in the hair, the night is in the rope, and the house is taken urgently, and the hundred valleys are broadcast. The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied. On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek. First frost in September, washing the floor in October. A friend drinks (xi m m m 4 ng) and says, kill the lamb and go to court. Call him xing: long life without borders! In July, Mars gradually flowed westward, and the summer heat receded. In September, the first frost began to get cold. Don't forget to send winter clothes to others. 1 1 The north wind is howling in the month,1There are no good clothes or coarse clothes in the ice and snow in February. How do people live? It's hard all year round! It is suggested that farmers and mulberry farmers trim farm tools in the first month. In February, the sun rises immediately, and barefoot farmers often work at sunrise, rest at sunset and work hard at noon. Their wife and children don't go home, and send meals to the Tian family. They all eat in the wild so early, and they are afraid of violating the farming season with all their strength. It is gratifying to see that Mars gradually flows westward in July and the summer heat recedes in September. Don't forget to send people winter clothes in mid-spring. The sunny oriole began to sing, and the beautiful mulberry picking girl in the valley picked soft new mulberry along the mountain road. After spring, the days are getting longer and longer, and Artemisia annua is flourishing in Yuan Ye. I am anxious and sad because the dynasty sent childe to visit beautiful girls in other places, for fear of being forced into marriage by constantly chauffeured eyes to a place far away from parents. In July, Mars gradually flowed westward, and the summer heat receded. In August, the reeds at the water's edge should be cut, dried and tied into bundles for silkworm babies to spin silk and cocoon in the coming year, and the mulberry branches should be cut off. Cut mulberry branches that are out of reach, and you can't pull them out. In July, the cuckoo sings and sings. In August, you picked mulberry, woven hemp and dyed you black. He dyed it yellow, Zhang dyed it red, Li dyed it red ... What a colorful seven-color cloth, dedicated to the valley where the imperial childe made clothes. It is a vision of strengthening the body and increasing wisdom, also known as the cicada singing in May. If you know it loudly, you can pick up the cicada. In August, I was busy harvesting medicine to moisten my throat. 10, the vegetation began to wither. 1 1 month, I hunted minks and foxes in the mountains, peeled them off and used them as robes for my sons. December, slack season. We get together to practice martial arts and boxing, dance guns and knives, shoot pigs and pay tribute to big pigs. In May, grasshoppers danced with their wings, and the fields buzzed in July. In August, this cricket got under my bed. I know it will be cold. I only pity my wife and children. They are busy all year and want to spend the next year, but they live in such a small house! Eat plums in June, moisten intestines to dry, stir-fry amaranth in September, clear away heat and damp, and cook beans in October. When the dates are ripe, they will be harvested in late rice in November. In July, we will brew good wine for the old lady's birthday. In August, we will eat melons, cut off the gourd vines to quench our thirst, dry the gourd in August, collect pockmarked seeds to make soup in November, collect bitter herbs as tea and cut Ailanthus altissima as firewood. It is these inferior Ailanthus altissima and Ailanthus altissima that make us barely make ends meet. Tidy up fields in September, and store grains, millet and rice in 10. Regardless of early rice, late rice and all the hemp beans, I have put down my work for a year. I can't take a leisurely rest when I'm finally busy! Pity our farmers to go to the city again, work in the palace, cut thatch during the day, rub ropes at night, and then rush to climb the roof to repair the house. If we don't hurry up, we won't catch up with the spring sowing./kloc-dig ice in February, 1 month clang the ice into the cellar. Choose an auspicious day in February to pay homage to the lamb leek, and open the ice to worship the ancestral temple early in the morning! The first frost started in September, and the ploughing was finished in October. Bundles of gift wine were packed in the nursery, and pigs and sheep were killed in pairs. This is a celebration dinner. Everyone gathered in a big, honest glass in a wide courtyard and filled it with newly brewed wine. Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison, * * * Long live the gentleman! Life is the happiest. You can know me by reading poetry, but I don't know poetry. Thanks for the return of the old man in my life! A brief translation of The Book of Songs Nan Zhou's Guanju a brief translation of Gu Feng Guo E-I was born after losing my parents! On the translation of The Book of Songs, Li Feng is a pioneer-he has seven sons and his mother works hard. The so-called Iraqi women in the English version of The Book of Songs Qin Jian are often deceived by two things in the life of the water side. One is love, which is the moral implication of plants in The Book of Songs. To my dear husband! The Book of Songs says: Men! Don't hurt women with barbed roses! Don't be casual when a girl has a boyfriend!