1, the simplest labor poem: work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Song of the Lotus Pond: Anonymous in Pre-Qin Dynasty
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, the most leisurely labor poem: the morning is bleak, taking the moon lotus home.
Gui Tianyuan Giant Wei Santao Jin 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.
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.