Ancient poems praising laborers

The ancient poems paying tribute to laborers are as follows:

First, it was noon on the day of weeding, and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers? -Li Shen's sympathy for farmers.

1, translated.

At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of rice in our bowl was bought by farmers' hard work?

2. Appreciate.

This poem depicts the scene of working in farmers' fields at noon in the scorching sun, and generally shows the hard life of farmers all year round. Finally, with the motto "Who knows that every meal is hard", the poet expressed his heartfelt sympathy for the farmers.

Second, the feet are full of rustic heat and the back is burned by the sun. I don't know about heat, but I cherish the long summer. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting".

1, translated.

Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun.

2. Appreciate.

These four sentences describe the wheat harvest positively. Their faces face the earth and their backs face the blue sky. The bottom is steamed like a cage, and the top is roasted like fire. However, they waved their sickles with all their strength and cut them all the way forward. It seems that they have completely forgotten the heat, because this is "the tiger's mouth grabs the food", and time must be seized! Reluctant to waste.

The weather is so hot and the days are so long, but people work hard and are afraid of wasting a little time, which shows how much people cherish the wheat they are about to get. The word "pity" is well used here, which is a kind of writing that goes against human nature to highlight the emotional strength of people here and now.

Third, I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. -Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl".

1, translated.

Yesterday I went to town to sell silk, and when I came back, tears soaked my towel. Why are you so sad? I saw rich people dressed in silk and satin, but none of them were sericulturists.

2. Appreciate.

The whole poem reveals the shocking social reality that "the exploiters get nothing for nothing, and the workers have no clothes and no food" through what the peasant women engaged in sericulture see and feel when they go to the city to sell silk, and shows the poet's sympathy for the working people and dissatisfaction with the oppression and exploitation of the ruling class. The whole poem is ingenious, concise, profound and thought-provoking.