An ancient poem about Labor Day 1. An ancient poem about Labor Day.
The ancient poems on May Day Labor Day are as follows: 1, "Compassion for Farmers" Don Shen Li mowed the grass at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2. "Fisherman on the River" Song Fan Zhongyan came and went on the river, but he loved the beauty of bass.
You see a boat, going in and out in the storm. 3, "Lotus Picking Song" Tang Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in monochrome, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. 4, "Return to the Garden" Tao Jin Yuanming planted beans under Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings.
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. 5, "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 6, "Tianjia" Song Fancheng plowed the fields during the day and made hemp at night, and the children in the village were in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
2. Ancient poems about Labor Day
There are five ancient poems about agricultural labor day, such as "pity for farmers", "returning to the garden", "pastoral interest in the four seasons", "April in the country" and "watching wheat cutting" Let's learn more about these ancient poems:
1. "Farmer" Don Li Shen
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?
Commentary: Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where the seedlings grow.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?
2. "Return to the Garden" Dong 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.
Description: When beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan Mountain, the result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings.
Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
3. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song 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.
Commentary: Cutting land during the day and rubbing hemp at night, both men and women on the farm help their parents to do things, do housework and let their parents rest. Children know nothing about farming and weaving, but they also learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
4. "Country April" Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Commentary: A small river flows in the green hills, and cuckoos are singing happily in the drizzle and breeze.
How busy people are in the countryside in April, before they finish sericulture and start farming.
5, "Pipe Cutting Wheat" Tang Bai Juyi
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.
Explanation: Cultivators seldom have free days, and every family is doubly busy in May.
Last night, a south wind blew, and the wheat was covered with long ditches and brown.
Women carry bamboo rice and small rice, and children carry crock pulp soup.
After going forward, we drove the noon bus to the field, and the boys were working hard in Nangang.
The country weather in summer makes my feet steaming, and the burning sun makes my back burning.
I'm exhausted and I don't feel hot. I just hope this summer will last forever.
There are even those poor women holding babies beside them.
Right hand to pick up the lost ears of wheat, left arm hanging a broken basket.
Listening to their conversation in a few words can not help but cause me infinite sadness:
"My family's income has been taxed, and this leak has suppressed the famine."
What are my advantages now? I have never been engaged in farming and sericulture.
If you eat rice with nine grades and three hundred stones, there will be surplus food for adults.
I am ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day long.
3. Labor Day Poetry
1. In the April Song Dynasty in the countryside, Weng Juan was covered with green, and it was raining like smoke in the voice of Zigui.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 2. Poor girl, Tang Qin Yu Tao, her finger embroidery is incomparable, but she can't compare with the painted eyebrows.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others. 3. The farmer watched the sunny Tang Yuyu taste the west wind and rain in Qin, in order to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields. Silkworm wife Song entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. 5. Song Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, traveled to and from the river.
But I like perch beauty. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
6, "Watching Wheat" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is less idle, 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. 7. "Farmer" Tang cut wheat at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
4. Labor Day Poetry
In April, the countryside is all green, and it rains like smoke in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. The Tian family weaves hemp at night, and the children in the village are responsible.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 1, at noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil; Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
2, do it at sunrise, and then rest every day. 3. The morning star will be deserted. Dai Yue and Huo Gui 4, silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. 5. In summer, it is steaming, burning in the sky. 6. Embroidering colorful threads and blowing six tubes of fly ash. Li Shen hoes the ground > At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows, the grain was hard at lunch, Bai Juyi had less leisure at home, and people were twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of 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 her son 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. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
From Beijing to Fengxian, chanting 500 words Author: Du Fu Ling Du has cloth clothes, but the boss's mind has become clumsy. What a fool to make a promise! Steal Xiaomi and the deed.
It is actually an autumn, and the bald head is generous. The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.
If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat. The jar that makes fun of classmates is very fierce.
Not without rivers and seas, send the sun and the moon smartly; When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more. Is there a lack of corridors and temples now? The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win.
Gu Wei is an ant family, but he seeks his own point; Hu Weiwei craves whales and wants to suppress the Bohai Sea? Therefore, my understanding of physiology is wrong, and I am ashamed to do it alone. Have you put up with dust so far? Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival.
Drinking and chatting are adaptive, and singing is broken. At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks.
It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night. First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't stick straight.
I passed Mount Li in the morning and crawled on the couch. Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery.
Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia. The monarch and the minister stay for fun, and the music moves the Yinjiao Pavilion.
Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown. All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women.
Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que. The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country.
If I suddenly understand, will you abandon this thing? Toastmasters are in the imperial court, and benevolent people should tremble! I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room. Nave dancing fairy, misty as jade.
Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat. Advise the guests to make camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses orange.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.
The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course. The water from the west is very high and abrupt.
Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu. He Liang is lucky, and the sound of branches is heard.
Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross. My wife is in a different county, and the snow is ten mouths apart.
Who can ignore it for long? Ordinary to * * * hungry. The novice smells the wolf howling, and the youngest son is hungry! I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.
Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end. I don't know the autumn harvest, but poverty is hasty.
When you are born tax-free, you don't want to conquer. The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.
Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away. Worry stops in the south, and Hongdong can't be ignored.
Changyu's silkworm wife entered the city yesterday and came back with tears in her eyes. Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
Her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows. Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others.
(Qin Taoyu, Poor Girl) In ancient times, when a millet was planted in spring, 10,000 seeds would be harvested in autumn. There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch.
You see a boat, going in and out in the storm.
5. Labor Day Poetry
May of the earth, adolescence of seedlings; Winter wheat heading and filling, peach, plum and apricot hanging fruit and pressing branches.
Labor painting shows the vitality of all things; Green cheers the world everywhere, and the warm May can't tolerate any negativity! May, the peak of labor, the brilliance of diligence in spring, everything is so realistic; The ambition to welcome the Spring Festival has grown into a colorful poem in May. In addition to the stale past of the old year, it has already been scrubbed by the spring rain; In May, life will usher in a more spectacular and prosperous summer.
May, look at how powerful your hands are; In May, I watched my feet walk out of the miracle. The earth keeps pace with the times in May, and there will be golden fruits in autumn; Down-to-earth life in May can resist the stormy weather in hot summer.
Check Labor Day in May; Wealth is labor, and labor is wealth. If you get something for nothing, you should always despise it. Let May be an aphorism praising labor, and make hundreds of millions of hearts beautiful! Labor day "poetry series" and "I" workers, I thought they were the god of wealth; Bricks and tiles cover tall buildings, and pickaxes shovel gold and silver; Once a weft brocade, a hammer and an axe formed a huge wheel.
Driving a train, driving a car, steelmaking, ironmaking, and alchemy. Without workers to build roads, how can we reach the gate of happiness at high speed?
Workers, others should respect them and workers should be confident! Social division of labor as workers, they regard themselves as gods. "II" engineers need to design rockets and skyscrapers; The high-speed rail should be designed, and the kitchen table should also be designed.
Accurate calculation and perfect imagination; An engineer's brain is better than a hundred computers. With the wisdom of engineers, there will be a beautiful modern life! Scientists' advanced thinking embodies the wisdom of scientists; Good at using brain cells to solve the mystery of the world.
6. Ancient poems on Labor Day
Labor Day is an international holiday established in modern times. There are no ancient poems about Labor Day, but there are many ancient poems about labor, such as: 1, showing kindness to farmers >; Don Shen Li harvested grain at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2. returning to the garden > in the eastern Jin dynasty, Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass was full of beans and the seedlings were sparse.
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. 3, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Chengda sunrise night performance hemp, village children each take charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 4, "Qiupu Song" Li Baihuo shines on the world, red star purple.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley. 5, "Qingpingle Village Residence" Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the grass is green by the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
6, "April in the Country" Weng Juan is full of mountains and plains, and it is raining in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
7. Ancient poems about May Day Labor Day
There are no ancient poems about Labor Day, because Labor Day is modern.
But there are ancient poems about labor. Returning to the Garden House (Author: Tao Yuanming) Planting beans at the foot of Nanshan, the grass is covered with bean seedlings.
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. Interpretation: There is a bean field I planted at the foot of the southern hillside. The bean seedlings are overgrown with weeds and grow very sparsely.
Mow the grass and loosen the soil in the morning, and go home to rest with a hoe at night. The narrow path was overgrown with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes. What's a pity that clothes are wet? As long as my wish is still there, fun will always exist.
International Labor Day, also known as "May Day International Labor Day" and "International Workers' Day or May Day", is a national holiday in more than 80 countries in the world. On May 1 day every year.
This is a festival for working people all over the world. 1July 889, 636f70796261696416f31333431366363 The Second International led by Engels held its congress in Paris.
The meeting passed a resolution stipulating that international workers should hold a March on May 1 890, and decided to designate May 1 as the International Labor Day. The Central People's Government of the State Council 1949 1 year made a decision in February, and determined May 1 day as Labor Day.
After 1989, the State Council basically commended the national model workers and advanced workers every five years, and commended about 3,000 people each time. On March 22nd, 20 19, the general office of the State Council adjusted the holiday arrangement for Labor Day on 20 19, and it will be closed from May 20th19 to 4th, with a holiday of ***4 days.
8. Poems about May Day Labor Day
Three Poems on May Day International Labor Day: Author: Zeng Xiangzan Original: Trivia of May Day welcomes the strong popularity of May Day, and sings loudly.
The "Author Cup" was very popular and won the championship on 18. "Celebrate May Day" May Day, people are beaming and the traffic is endless.
On Labor Day, we sang and laughed, and the national flag sang and danced. Ode to a model worker is a May Day complex, and the model worker is healthy and fragrant.
Good people are rewarded in the end, and new people sing poems. An ancient poem about Labor Day: Title: "Looking at Wheat Cutting" Author: Tang Bai Juyi Original: Tian Jia 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.
9. What poems are there on Labor Day?
1, "Kindness to Farmers" Don Shen Li hoed at noon and sweat dripped down the grain.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2, "Looking at Mai Niang" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is less idle, 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.
3, "Returning to the Garden" Dong Yuanming planted beans in Shannan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings. 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.
4. Song Fancheng's performance in the daytime and night, and the children in the village are the masters. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
5, "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
6. The famous singer of "Two Songs of Shetian" and Wang Yucheng listened to Tian's singing. Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
Secondly, Beishan planted Nanshan. Is there any deviation in helping to cultivate? I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
10. Poems describing Labor Day
1, "For the Benevolence of Farmers" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2, "Looking at Mai Niang" Bai Juyi Tian Jia is less idle, 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.
3, "Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming planted beans under Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings. 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.
4, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Chengda sunrise night performance hemp, village children each take charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.