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?
2. Fishermen on Fan Zhongyan River in Northern Song Dynasty
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.
3, "Silkworm Girl" Zhang Yu in the Northern Song Dynasty
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
4, "Farmers" Tang
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.
5, "Farmhouse Looking Clear" Tang Yongzhen is 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.
2. Poems describing hard work
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.
1. There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death.
2. In the morning, to control garbage and dirt, Dai Yue went home with a hoe.
When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.
It is rustic to steam in summer, and the sun shines on the back.
After the flowers are collected into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.
This poem about hard work is full of the heat and scorching sunshine in the countryside.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? (Li Shen's "Farmers") The old man crouches tiger, hides dragon, and aims at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows the Chinese food on the plate?
Every grain is hard. You can see a boat. In the storm, sandalwood can be cut, the river dries up, and the river is clear and blue. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county in Hu Zhaner's court? He is a gentleman, he is not a vegetarian! Kan Kan is spreading, the river is flowing, and the river is clear and real.
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! 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. Do it at sunrise, the morning star will sink in the morning.
Dai Yue hoes embroidered colored thread, blows six tubes of flying ash, plants a millet in spring and harvests ten thousand kinds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
4. An ancient poem describing people's hard work. When Bai Juyi was harvesting wheat, he gave the county magistrate Tian Jia less leisure and was 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.
The title means to watch farmers harvest wheat. Poetry describes the sufferings of people's livelihood, cries out the voice of pain for the people, shows heavy taxes, sympathizes with, sympathizes with and cares for the weak and the oppressed, and attacks the exploiters and oppressors.
5. What poems describe hard work? 1. Weeding is at noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Compassion for farmers
2. Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Song of striking the earth
3. In the morning star, the drought sinks, and the moon and the lotus return. Back to the Garden, Part III
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die. Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick. The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
It is rustic to steam in summer, and the back is burning in the sky. Look at cutting wheat.
6. Embroider colored thread and blow six tubes of flying ash. Ash Ketchum
April in the countryside
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.
Seventeen autumn songs fourteen
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.
Mountain farmhouse
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
6. What poems describe the hard work of ancient working people? 1, full of rustic heat, scorching sky. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting" in the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Their feet are smoked by the hot air on the ground and their backs are basking in the hot sun.
2. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? -"Two Poems for Farmers" by Li Shen in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl is full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
3, selling charcoal Weng, reducing salary and burning 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. -Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man in Tang Dynasty
Explanation: His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black.
4, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night. -In the Tang Dynasty, Cui Daorong's "Tian Shang"
Interpretation: The spring rain has rained enough, so that even the high fields are covered with white water. In order to compete for seeds, farmers braved the heavy rain and wore hemp fibers to farm in the middle of the night.
5. In the morning, I was arrogant and took Yuelian home. -Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's "Three Songs of Returning to the Garden"
Interpretation: Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds and go home in the moonlight at night.
7. Poems describing the hard work of ancient people. It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
There is also a famous song, selling charcoal Weng.
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.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.