Ancient poems on May Day Labor Day
First, "sympathy for farmers"
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still workin
Ancient poems on May Day Labor Day
First, "sympathy for farmers"
Don 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?
Second, "returning to the garden"
Dong 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.
Third, "April in the countryside"
Song Weng Juan
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.
Fourth, "Four Seasons Pastoral Fun"
Fan Song Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Five, "She Tian Diao Two Songs"
Wang Song Yucheng
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Everyone is beautiful, and he always listens to Tian.
Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
The second is.
Nanshan is planted in the north mountain. Is mutual farming biased?
I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
Six, "see the wheat harvest"
Tang 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 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.