Ancient poems about working people?

Minnong

Li Shen

Weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate,

Every grain is bitter.

Tube cutting wheat

Bai Juyi (then county commandant)

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is another poor woman with a child in her arms. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Country April

Song Weng Juan

Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,

In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

Only when sericulture is planted in the field.

Qiu Puge Li Bai

The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.

On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.