Poetry about Labor Day (1)
1, "Weeding"
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?
2. "Look at the wheat cutting"
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.
3. Back to the Garden Part III
Tao 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.
4. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies"
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.
Poems about Labor Day (2)
5. Fishermen on the river
Song Fan Zhongyan
People on 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. Silkworm girl
what
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
7. "Compassion for farmers"
Don Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
8. "Looking at the Sunshine Farmers"
Tang Yongyuzhi
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, 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.
9. Poor girl
Don Qin Taoyu
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.
Poetry about Labor Day (3)
10, April in the countryside
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.
1 1, Guan Tianjia
Don Wei Wu Ying
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
12, "Tour Shanxi Village"
Song luyou
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
13, pastoral works
Tang Meng Hao ran
The disadvantages are separated from the dust, but the first thing is to promote the sky.
Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.
Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet.
It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.
Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day.
I admire swans in the sky and compete for food.
Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood.
Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
14, selling charcoal Weng
Tang Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
15, Back to the Garden (5)
Tao Jin Yuanming
Regret alone, rugged calendar.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.
The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
Poetry about Labor Day (4)
Wuyi song
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
Began to form a long layer of green.
On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.
The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.
In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
Study abroad network
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...
This is the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to their own workers
The truest hymn!
Poetry about Labor Day (5)
Two songs of Shetian Diao
Wang Song Yucheng
First song
Everyone is beautiful, and he always listens to Tian.
Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
The second song
Nanshan is planted in the north mountain. Is mutual farming biased?
I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas. -
These two poems were written by the author when he was in Shangzhou (Shangxian County, Shaanxi Province), describing the working life of farmers in the valley. They cooperated with each other and showed the spirit of hard work and courage. These two poems have a simple folk song style, giving people a fresh and vivid feeling.
Poetry about Labor Day (6)
May
May of the earth,
Adolescence of seedlings;
Winter wheat heading and filling,
Peach, plum and apricot hang fruit and press branches.
Labor painting,
Show the vitality of all things;
Green cheers the world everywhere,
A warm May can't tolerate any negativity!
May, the peak of childbirth,
Qin Chun's brilliance is so vivid;
The ambition to welcome the Spring Festival is in May.
Have grown into colorful poems.
Apart from the stale past of the past year,
Has long been scrubbed by spring rain;
In May, life will meet.
More spectacular and prosperous summer.
In may,
See how powerful your hands are;
In may,
Look at your feet, what kind of miracle you should walk out of.
The earth in May keeps pace with the times,
Only in autumn will there be golden fruits;
Life in May is solid,
It can withstand the storms in hot summer.
May
Test the peak of labor;
Wealth is labor,
Labor is wealth.
Get something for nothing,
Should always be despised,
Let it be the motto of praising labor,
Will make hundreds of millions of hearts beautiful!
"Poetry Series" on May 1 ST Labor Day
"One" worker
Workers,
I thought it was the god of wealth;
Building tall buildings with bricks and tiles,
Dig gold and silver with picks and shovels;
Aft that weft brocade segment,
Build a huge ship with a hammer and an axe.
Driving a train, driving a car,
Steelmaking, ironmaking and gold smelting.
No workers build roads,
How to reach the door of happiness at high speed?
Workers, others should respect,
Workers, you should be confident!
As the social division of labor of workers,
Think of yourself as a god.
"second-class" engineer
Rockets need to be designed in heaven,
Skyscrapers should be designed;
High-speed railways should be designed,
Stove and dining table should be well designed.
Accurate calculation,
Perfect imagination;
Engineers' brains,
Better than a hundred computers.
With the wisdom of engineers,
Only the beauty of modern life!
"three" scientists
Forward thinking,
It embodies the wisdom of scientists;
Good at using brain cells,
To solve the mystery of the world.
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