1. Tang Dynasty: Li Shen's "Two Ancient Poems/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers"
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land everywhere, and farmers are still starving to death.
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knew that every meal on the plate is hard work?
2. Tang Dynasty: Shi Jianwu's "Send Off the Grain Monk"
The blue cave and green radish are not afraid of the depth, so as not to tire the Zen mind of hunger and thirst. ?
If a stranger comes to visit us, where can we find a smoke-free room?
3. Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
4. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Guan Mao"
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women and aunts carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
They go with them to the salary fields, and the young men and women are in Nangang.
The weather is full of rustic heat, and the sky is scorching on my back.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with a child beside her.
She is holding an earring in her right hand and a basket hanging on her left arm.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
My family’s farmland has been exhausted and taxes have been spent, so I will pick this up to satisfy my hunger.
What merit do I have now? I never did farming or mulberry farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think about this, and I will never forget it.
5. Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi's "Nine Poems on Waves on the Sand"
The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand in its nine bends, and the waves and winds blow it from the end of the world.
Now we go straight up the Milky Way, to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.
Beside the Luoshui Bridge, the spring sun is slanting, and the green sand can be seen lightly in the blue stream.
The wind blows violently on the road for no reason, causing the mandarin ducks to fly out of the waves.
The Bianshui River flows eastward, and the tiger's eye is written on it, and the Huaihe River is clear and colorful in spring.
Look at the sandy place at the ferry, how many people are crossing the world.
The waves and sand are blowing at the head of Parrot Island, and the sun is setting in spring at the brothel.
Swallows holding mud in their mouths fight to return to their homes, and a mad man alone does not remember his home.
There are flowers on both sides of the Zhuojin River, and the spring breeze is blowing the waves washing the sand.
The girl cuts off the mandarin duck brocade, and the sunset will flow into the middle.
The sun shines on the Chengzhou River and the fog opens, and the gold-mining girls are all over the river.
The beauties’ jewelry and royal seals all come from the bottom of the waves in the sand.
In August the waves came roaring, with their heads several feet high touching the mountains.
After a while, he entered the sea gate, rolling up piles of sand like snowdrifts.
Don’t say that slanderous words are as deep as the waves, and don’t say that moving away is like the sinking sand.
Although it is hard work to search for thousands of pounds, you will only get gold after blowing all the sand.
The flowing water washes out the sand without pausing, and the previous wave is not extinguished and the next wave arises.
It makes people suddenly recall Xiaoxiangzhu, and sing back to welcome the gods.