Poetry of ancient labor

Lead: Labor is the eternal theme of human beings, and a good life needs both hands to create. In ancient times, although there was no fixed festival to celebrate Labor Day, it did not affect people's love for work and life at all. Let's look at ancient poems about labor.

1. Silkworm girl entered the city yesterday.

I came back with tears on my face.

Those who are covered in Luo Qi,

Not a silkworm raiser.

Second, "agriculture for agriculture" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Third, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan 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.

Fourth, "Looking at 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.

Five, "return to the park. The third "planted beans at the foot of 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.

In the June 4th season, the countryside was very busy and plowed at night.

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.