Poetry praising labor

Poems praising labor are as follows:

1, the song of digging soil, unknown in the pre-Qin period.

The sun goes out to farm and goes home to rest after sunset. A well can have water to drink, and crops will not be hungry. Dili means nothing to me.

In ancient times, ancestors worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, digging wells to drink water, tidying up fields, planting grains and expecting a bumper harvest. After finishing farm work, they will stop to have a rest and look at the fruits of their labor. They are very satisfied: how comfortable this life is, who will envy the emperor's power? Find beauty in nature and peace in simplicity. It is the characteristic of this little poem, and it is also the characteristic of hardworking ancestors for thousands of years. Workers are the most glorious, and labor makes life more leisurely.

2. Wei Yuanming, "Return to the Garden Part III"

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.

Tao Yuanming, unwilling to bend over for five buckets of rice, resigned from the post of Pengze county magistrate in a rage. Go back to the countryside and do everything by yourself. Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds were flourishing and bean seedlings were sparse. Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night. Even if he is tired, even if the dew wets his clothes, his heart is still carefree. Eat with your own hands, even your soul is at peace.

3, "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven" Song Fan 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.

There is a saying: the children of the poor have long been in charge. This situation is most common in rural areas. Fan Chengda described the farmer as follows: weeding in the fields during the day, rubbing hemp thread at home at night, and men and women in the village have their own housework. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees. I learned to share the work at home at an early age, and it is gratifying that innocence and curiosity coexist.