Poems of the ancients about labor

1. Li Shen, an ancient poem describing the hard work of the ancients.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every meal in our plate is obtained after hard work?

Tube cutting wheat

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 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.

2. Li Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty with the author of a poem about the ancient people's labor, can be said to have written the hard work of laborers to the extreme. His poem "Compassion for Peasants" is well known to all women and children: "Weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " The whole poem vividly depicts the scene in which the farmers are still working in the fields in the scorching sun, and sweat drips on the scorching land. Feng Menglong of the Ming Dynasty wrote a poem: "Wealth has no roots, but hard work gains it." Tell people that all wealth and glory are created through hard work. Besides, both Liu Yuxi's Wang Yin after Beauty Jewelry are full of stormy waves. Or Zheng Ao's "a grain of Redmi, a few drops of blood." Everyone is telling us to know how to respect the working people and cherish the hard-won fruits of labor. Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong, set an example in this respect. He educated the prince like this: "When I eat, I will miss the difficulty of farming;" When I put on my clothes, I will think of the hardships of textile. " This means that whenever I dress and eat, I will feel the hardships of farmers and weaver girls.

Life is beautiful because of labor, and beauty is wonderful because of hard work. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda described the scene of farmers beating rice all night in Four Seasons: "Laughter is like thunder, and flail sounds bright all night." Write the joy of farmers' harvest and the joy of labor. In another poem of his own with the same name, there is a cloud: "During the day, there is a good show at night, and the children in the village take care of each other." Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn from mulberry trees to grow melons. "He also described several interesting farm production scenes, such as men plowing fields, women weaving hemp, and children learning to grow melons. Li Bai wrote countless poems in his life and handed down nearly a thousand poems. He has a poem "Qiupu Song: Fire shines on heaven and earth": "Fire shines on heaven and earth, and red stars are everywhere. On a moonlit night, the song moves the cold Sichuan. "This is a poem that describes and praises smelters positively. It is rare in China's voluminous classical poems, so it is precious. Through just 20 words, we can easily feel the hardships of smelting workers and the praise between the lines of the author.

May is a busy season for wheat harvest. Ripe wheat stings like a golden ocean. The breeze blew and rustled. Bai Juyi wrote in his famous poem "Looking at Wheat Cutting": "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 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 how hot it is, but the summer is long. " It describes the scene of women taking their children to the fields to deliver food and water to young people who are cutting wheat. Hard-working young and middle-aged farmers cut wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, their feet were fumigated by the heat, and their backs were baked by the scorching sun. They are exhausted and don't feel hot. They just cherish the long summer and can do more farm work.

3. What poems describe the hard work of ancient working people? 1, full of rustic heat, scorching sky. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting" in the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: Their feet are smoked by the hot air on the ground and their backs are basking in the hot sun.

2. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? -"Two Poems for Farmers" by Li Shen in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl is full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

3, selling charcoal Weng, reducing salary and burning charcoal Nanshan. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black. -Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man in Tang Dynasty

Explanation: His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black.

4, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night. -In the Tang Dynasty, Cui Daorong's "Tian Shang"

Interpretation: The spring rain has rained enough, so that even the high fields are covered with white water. In order to compete for seeds, farmers braved the heavy rain and wore hemp fibers to farm in the middle of the night.

5. In the morning, I was arrogant and took Yuelian home. -Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's "Three Songs of Returning to the Garden"

Interpretation: Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds and go home in the moonlight at night.

4. Ancient poems describing the hard work of the ancients. When watching the wheat harvest, Bai Juyi, the county magistrate, had less leisure in the moon, 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. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Benjamin's farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There are no idle fields in the four seas, but farmers are still hungry.

Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man, a masterpiece. 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. I hope it works for you.

5. Poems describing the hard work of ancient people. When weeding in the afternoon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

There is also a famous song, selling charcoal Weng.

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.

6. What is the poem describing the labor of ancient working people?

Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, dig wells and drink, plow fields and eat. What is Dili to me?

[Interpretation of the Book of Rites] Quote "Shangshu" to preach: The people beat the soil and sing. Dig a well to drink. Eat from the fields. What is in Dili? Lei Ju quoted The Emperor's Century as saying: The world is peaceful. The people are very nice. Fifty old people hit the ground. The viewer sighed: Great. The virtue of the emperor is also. The old man said so. So jing xing couldn't see the sky. Dew fell on the ground. 〗

Do it at sunrise. Day after day. Dig a well to drink. Farming, eating. Dili means nothing to me. ("Lei Ju" is the power of the emperor to me. Yuefu and Historical Records are the same. What's the use of being a novice in Dili for me? It's not good for me to be an emperor. ○ "class party" XI. Magnolia quoted Gao Shi Zhuan 560 times. Another five hundred and seventy-two, seven hundred and fifty-five cited the biography of Yi Shi. Eighty-three Yuefu poems. "Poems of the Past" (Volume 1)