1, plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. 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? -Don Li Shen's Two Antiques/Two Peasants
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Appreciation: show the great contribution and endless creativity of the working people, and make the following knot more dignified and painful. So what if there is a bumper harvest? "Farmers still starve to death" not only makes the content coherent, but also highlights the problem.
I stayed in Panasonic for five days, and I was lonely and unhappy. The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight. I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. -Tang Li Bai's "Wusong Mountain Loves Prostitutes"
I live in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I feel very depressed and lonely. Farmer Qiu Lai is busier with her work. The woman next door pounded rice all night, not afraid of the cold in autumn. The shopkeeper Xun Wei brought me rice, full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but remind me that the floating mother who helped Han Xin felt ashamed and refused to eat again and again.
Appreciation: The style of this poem is a five-character poem. Li Bai's poems and songs are best written in seven-character poems, which are magnificent and unrestrained. He doesn't write metrical poems, especially five-character poems. Although he is rare, he writes seriously and has many excellent works.
The Tian family has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. The men who collect wheat are all in Nangang. Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun.
Appreciation: Bai Juyi wrote a poem when he was a county magistrate in zhouzhi county, feeling the hard work and poor life of the local people, criticizing the poverty caused by exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous fees, and feeling deeply guilty that he could get enough to eat and drink without work, which showed the humanitarian spirit of a conscientious feudal official.