Poetry about Labor Day

Poems about Labor Day are as follows:

1. See 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. 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. 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 food at the age of 20. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Translation:

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 next to the wheat harvester with her child in her arms, with ears of wheat in her right hand and a broken basket hanging from 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 am ashamed to think of these things, and I will never forget them day and night.

2. Two songs for farmers? Tang Dynasty: Li Shen

In the afternoon of hoeing, sweat dripped down the soil. It's hard for anyone to see the Chinese food on the plate.

Li Shen (772-846), born in Bozhou (now Anhui) and Wucheng (now Huzhou, Zhejiang), grew up in Wuxi, Runzhou (now Jiangsu). This word is vertical. 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.

He wrote 20 new poems about Yuefu, which have been lost. There are two poems entitled "Compassion for Farmers": "At noon on the day of weeding, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard. " Moxibustion population, known to women and children, has been passed down through the ages. The Complete Tang Poetry contains four volumes of Tang poetry.