Ji began to fall.
Women workers work like silkworms.
Pick a mulberry tree.
Also playing in the palace.
Chupu is cloudy.
Late and early.
The mist is full of love.
The set is full of scenes.
Ru Yan banishes weeds.
The hive bees picked up the calyx.
This is the most beautiful festival.
Good clothes are new and bright.
Sigh for the road.
Sing a song and do a job.
Try to express your ideas by playing the piano.
Recommend fruit as a kind of health care.
Cheng Junying, China and the United States.
Serve righteousness for a long time.
Feng Wei is old and charming.
Zheng vulgar old floating thin.
The spirit is willing to cross Hunan in sorrow.
Give me a smile.
It's hard to come back.
Who do you mean it for?
You can tune the strings.
Ghost wine concubine handles it as appropriate.
2. Praise the ancient poems of laborers: Bai Juyi's time: Tang genre: five ancient categories: unknown family members are less idle, 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 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, which makes my back burn" and "My land has lost all taxes, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger" contain the author's sympathy and pity! 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 song "Silkworm Girl" makes him very happy.
3. Looking at the poems praising labor when harvesting wheat, the county magistrate Bai Juyi was less idle in the month and 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.
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. Poems praising women's work in China 1. Eyebrows are as pale as autumn water, and jade muscles are accompanied by breeze.
2. Mingyuelou rests alone, and wine turns into acacia tears.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
4. Brilliance and people's enthusiasm.
5, the eyebrows will fight for green, and the face will fight for red.
6, hibiscus is not as good as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant. (Changling Wang)
7, water hibiscus, naturally carved.
8, handsome eyebrows and eyes, eager to fly, the essence of literary color, see it forget the customs.
9. Famous flowers fall in love with their country and are often laughed at by the king.
10, small fan white orchid, thin waist jade belt yarn dance. It is suspected that a fairy came down to earth, smiled back and won glory.
1 1, young women imitate each other, and musicians enjoy it.
12, a faint red tide line, blows to the peach blush, and the cheeks spin with laughter.
13, handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, forget the customs when you see it.
5. Labor Poetry Shen Li, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, can be said to have written the hard work of laborers to the extreme. His poem "Compassion for Farmers" is well known to all women and children: "When weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " The whole poem vividly depicts the scene in which the farmers are still working in the fields in the scorching sun, and sweat drips on the scorching land. Feng Menglong of the Ming Dynasty wrote a poem: "Wealth has no roots, but hard work gains it." Tell people that all wealth and glory are created through hard work. Besides, both Liu Yuxi's Wang Yin after Beauty Jewelry are full of stormy waves. Or Zheng Ao's "a grain of Redmi, a few drops of blood." Everyone is telling us to know how to respect the working people and cherish the hard-won fruits of labor. Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong, set an example in this respect. He educated the prince like this: "When I eat, I will miss the difficulty of farming;" When I put on my clothes, I will think of the hardships of textile. " This means that whenever I dress and eat, I will feel the hardships of farmers and weaver girls.
Life is beautiful because of labor, and beauty is wonderful because of hard work. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda described the scene of farmers beating rice all night in Four Seasons: "Laughter is like thunder, and flail sounds bright all night." Write the joy of farmers' harvest and the joy of labor. In another poem of his own with the same name, there is a cloud: "During the day, there is a good show at night, and the children in the village take care of each other." Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn from mulberry trees to grow melons. "He also described several interesting farm production scenes, such as men plowing fields, women weaving hemp, and children learning to grow melons. Li Bai wrote countless poems in his life and handed down nearly a thousand poems. He has a poem "Qiupu Song: Fire shines on heaven and earth": "Fire shines on heaven and earth, and red stars are everywhere. On a moonlit night, the song moves the cold Sichuan. "This is a poem that describes and praises smelters positively. It is rare in China's voluminous classical poems, so it is precious. Through just 20 words, we can easily feel the hardships of smelting workers and the praise between the lines of the author.
May is a busy season for wheat harvest. Ripe wheat stings like a golden ocean. The breeze blew and rustled. Bai Juyi wrote in his famous poem "Looking at Wheat Cutting": "Tian Jia 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 how hot it is, but the summer is long. " It describes the scene of women taking their children to the fields to deliver food and water to young people who are cutting wheat. Hard-working young and middle-aged farmers cut wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, their feet were fumigated by the heat, and their backs were baked by the scorching sun. They are exhausted and don't feel hot. They just cherish the long summer and can do more farm work. Agree 2| Comment
6. Poems praising laborers for weeding.
(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 started to fall like smoke.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
Only when sericulture is planted in the field.
7. The poem about labor is 1, "farmers" hoe the ground at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2, "Looking at Mai Niang" Bai Juyi Tian Jia is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. 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.
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. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
3, "Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming planted beans under Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings. 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, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Chengda sunrise night performance hemp, village children each take charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
8. Poems praising laborers stand 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
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
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 Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to their own workers
The truest hymn