Tang Dynasty: 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.
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.
2. Pottery
Song: Mei
Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.
A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.
3. Talking about Tian Jia/hurting Tian Jia
Tang Dynasty: Nie Zhongyi
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.
4. Farmhouse
Tang dynasty: Yan Yu ren
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
5. Jia Guantian
Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
2. What are the poems about farming?
Unhappy hymn
Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
Beique did not report the book, and Nanshan did not publish it when it was cultivated.
100 Committee caught off guard, but he couldn't stand in front of five Marquis.
Drink your wine in the river. Are you safe at home in Maoling?
Climbing the mountain with * * *, the water comes back, and the spring breeze in Mo Wen moves the willows.
I don't have to tell you how selfish people are now.
Help people and then brush clothes, be a man!
Li Shen in Sympathy for Peasants
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.
Transplanting song Feng Menglong
Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.
Tao Yuanming's Five Poems of Returning to the Garden (III).
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.
Nie's Cutting Crops
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?
(772-846), Han nationality, from Qiaocheng District, Bozhou City, Anhui Province, from Wucheng County (Huzhou City, Zhejiang Province), is the great-grandson of Secretary Li. When I was young, I studied at Huishan Temple in Wuxi, Runzhou (now Jiangsu). At the age of 27, he was admitted to middle school and became a teaching assistant. He became close friends with Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi. The most brilliant part of his life is poetry. He is a participant in the new Yuefu movement, which has great influence in the history of literature.
3. What poems reflect the "busy and hard work" of farmers? 1. "Cutting Wheat" Tang Dynasty: Shen Li cut wheat at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? The farmers worked hard to farm, and just at noon, sweat dripped into the soil under the ears of grain.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is the hard work of farmers. 2, "Watching Wheat" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's family was idle, and people were twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer. There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her 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. 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 vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. 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, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket on her 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 feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.
3. Two Poems for Farmers in Tang Dynasty (I): 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.
Sow a seed in spring and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death.
4, "Tian Shang" Tang Dynasty: Cui Daorong was plowed in the middle of the night when the rain was high and white. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.
It rained heavily, and even the highlands were covered with white water. The farmer put on a straw coat and went to farm at midnight.
People and cows are exhausted, and the sky in the east is still not bright. 5, "Nongjiale" Tang Dynasty: Yan asked his son to plow in the middle of the night, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born. Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow.
Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.
4. What are the poems about "farming"?
1. mink
Year: Song Author:
Peach and plum are near Miyagi, and it is rainy and dew.
Up to now, half of the cultivated land has been used as gardens.
2. "Go back to the garden in the third place"
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Tao Yuanming
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. "Show it to your son"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Hundreds of mulberry trees have been planted in the east of Sheshe, and Baibu Pond is still being built in the west of Sheshe. Early tea is harvested and late tea is produced, and wheat is barley yellow.
As soon as I get busy, I can't hold my head up anymore.
Reading habits are not swept away, and the bamboo in front of the lamp is simple and yellow.
I am ecstatic that my son is ruling the chaos from the side.
You don't need to drink when you are drunk, but you can get a book. It sounds good.
Life is sick, and the unique book addiction is incurable.
I hope my son can plough enough food and clothing to study in thousands of books.
4. "Water tunes, gaunt new families and species"
Year: Song Author: Yu
Withered, native branches scattered with snow edges. Light makeup, no peach blossoms, low eyebrows. Lazy to the palace, willing to associate with the lonely mountain, according to Shui Ying. Don't blame the wind and frost, just blame me for being cold.
Thanks. Open the cold core and make it glow obliquely. Strong red and purple are the same, and bright sex is difficult to move. Only a good bamboo fence thatched cottage, if the jade hall is resplendent, may be ungrateful. Get drunk first after singing, and the waning moon sets deep.
5. "Partridges are lazy to learn from Qingmen to grow melons."
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Lazy to learn to grow melons. Only send fishing to the end of life.
Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk.
The singing is weak and dumb. Wine is like dew and flowers.
Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home.
5. What are the poems in1and "Mowing Grass" that reflect farmers' "busyness and hard work"?
Tang Dynasty: 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?
The farmers worked hard to farm, and just at noon, sweat dripped into the soil under the ears of grain. Who knows that every meal on the plate is the hard work of farmers.
2. "Look at the wheat cutting"
Tang Dynasty: 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.
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.
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.
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 vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. 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, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket on her 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 feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.
3. Two Poems for Farmers (I)
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
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.
Sow a seed in spring and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death.
4. Tanaka
Tang Dynasty: Cui Daorong
The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night.
People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.
It rained heavily, and even the highlands were covered with white water. The farmer put on a straw coat and went to farm at midnight. People and cows are exhausted, and the sky in the east is still not bright.
5. "Farmhouse"
Tang dynasty: Yan Yu ren
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.
6. Poetry describing agriculture Poetry describing agriculture:
Chu River
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?
Be kind to farmers and Li Shen.
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.
Transplant Song Feng magnum
Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.
Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.
Tao Yuanming, the third of Five Poems of Returning to Yuan Tian Ju
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.