The poems about Labor Day are as follows:
1. "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty; in the desolate land of Chushui in Bashan, twenty-three years ago Abandon yourself. Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up.
2. "Linjiang Immortal: The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East" Ming Dynasty Yang Shen; The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes east, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
3. "Qingpingle·Village Residence" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty; the eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming. Whose old lady is gray-haired? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
4. "Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty; searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind comes in a hurry! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
5. "The Book of Songs": Fire flows in the seventh month, and clothes are given in the ninth month. On the first day, there is hair, and on the second day, the body is strong. How can one die without clothes or brown? On the third day, he was in Shu, and on the fourth day, he raised his toes. My wife and I are so happy to meet each other in our southern acres.
6. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty. He has little folk charm and loves hills and mountains by nature. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees. The courtyard is free of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
7. "Not Sleeping" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty: Dreams will not come true at dawn, and thinking will make you grow old. A hundred years of life is rare, but there are countless sorrows. The journey of the world should be difficult to end, and the work is still going on. Don't talk about fame and fortune. Fame and fortune are personal enemies.