1. Ancient poems about labor
2. Ancient poems about hard work
Ancient poems about labor 1. Poems about labor
Li Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote about the diligence of workers to the extreme. His poem "Compassion for the Farmers" is a household name, known to all women and children: "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat drips from the soil.
Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work?" The whole poem vividly depicts the scene of farmers still working in the fields at noon under the scorching sun, and the drops of sweat are sprinkled on the scorching land.
Feng Menglong of the Ming Dynasty wrote a poem: "Wealth has no roots at all, it can only be gained from hard work." It tells people that all wealth and glory are created from hard work.
In addition, whether it is Liu Yuxi's "Beautiful woman's jewelry and the prince's seal, all come out of the waves in the sand." Or Zheng Ao's "A grain of red rice, a few drops of cow's jaw blood."
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They are all telling us to respect the working people and cherish the hard-won fruits of labor. Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, set an example in this regard. He taught the prince this way: "When I eat, I think about the hardships of farming; when I wear clothes, I think about the hardships of weaving."
This means, I Every time I dress or eat, I feel grateful for the hardships of farmers and weaver girls. Life is beautiful because of labor, and beauty is wonderful because of hard work.
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty described the scene of farmers working all night to plow rice in "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous": "There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails ring all night until dawn." He wrote about the joy of farmers' harvest. and the pleasure of labor.
And he said in another of his poems with the same title: "I work in the fields in the day and work on hemp at night. The children of the village are responsible for their own families. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also studying in the mulberry field. Melons."
It also vividly depicts several interesting farm production scenes, such as men working in the fields, women weaving linen, and children learning to grow melons. Li Bai wrote countless poems throughout his life, and nearly a thousand of them have been handed down.
He has a poem titled "Qiupu Song: The Fire Illuminating the Heaven and Earth": "The furnace fire illuminates the sky and the earth, the red stars are scattered with purple smoke. On a bright moonlit night, the song moves the Han River."
This is a poem that positively describes and praises smelting workers. It is rare among the vast number of classical poems in our country and is therefore extremely valuable. Through just twenty words, it is not difficult for us to feel the hard work of the smelting workers and the author's praise for them between the lines.
May is the busy season for wheat harvest. The ripe wheat is pricked with awns, like a golden ocean, rustling when the breeze blows.
Bai Juyi wrote in his famous poem "Guan Mowed Wheat": "The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with long yellow.
The women and aunts carry baskets of food, and the children go with them to the fields.
The weather is full of heat, and the heat of the sky is burning on my back. The summer is long."
It describes the scene of women leading their children to the fields to deliver food and water to the young adults who are harvesting wheat. The industrious young and middle-aged farmers cut wheat in the Nangang wheat field with their heads down. The heat is fumigating under their feet and the scorching sun is baking on their backs. They are exhausted and do not feel the heat. They just cherish the long days in summer and can do more farm work.
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2. Ancient poems about labor
List the following five poems:
1. "April in the Countryside" by Weng Juan, a poet of the Song Dynasty.
The mountains are green and the rivers are white.
Rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
They are planting sericulture and planting fields.
The meaning is that the grass and trees are lush on the hillside and the fields, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight. There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene. April is here, and no one is idle. They just finished sericulture and have to plant rice seedlings again.
2. "Four Seasons of Pastoralism" by Fan Chengda, a poet of the Song Dynasty.
Working in the fields during the day and harvesting hemp at night,
Every child in the village is in charge of his own family.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons near the mulberry trees.
It means weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp at home at night. Men and women in the village each have their own housework. Although the children do not know how to plow and weave, they still learn to grow melons under the shade of the mulberry trees.
3. "The Farmer Looks at the Sunny" by Yong Yuzhi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
I heard the west wind and rain in Qin,
I asked if the west wind would return sooner or later.
The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane,
Looking at the clouds from the heights of the wheat field.
The meaning is that I once heard that when the west wind blows in Qin, it will rain. West wind, when will you go back? The gray-haired old farmer stood high on the wheat field for a long time, looking forward to the dark clouds dispersing and the sun to reappear.
4. "Hoeing" by Li Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
It’s noon on the day of hoeing,
The sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that eating on the plate is hard work for every grain of food?
The meaning is that farmers are working hard in the fields at noon, and drops of sweat fall into the soil under the crops. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the hard work of farmers.
5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" by Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Jin Dynasty.
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
The meaning is that there is my bean field at the foot of the southern hillside. The field is overgrown with weeds, but the bean seedlings grow very sparsely. Get up at dawn in the morning and go to the fields to weed, and at night carry the hoe home under the moonlight to rest. Tall grass and trees covered the narrow field path, and the dew wet my clothes. It doesn't matter if my clothes are wet, as long as it doesn't violate my original intention.
3. Poems or famous quotes about labor
Selected famous quotes and poems about labor
1. Only human labor is sacred. (Golgi)
2. It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work! (Li Shen)
3. Labor is the source of all knowledge. (Tao Zhu)
4. All good things in existence are the fruits of creation. (Mill)
5. Labor is an unavoidable obligation for everyone in society. (Rousseau)
6. The perfect new man should be cultivated in and for labor. (Owen)
7. Physical labor is the great disinfectant against all social viruses. (Marx)
8. Labor is the father of wealth, and land is the mother of wealth. (William Petty)
9. Any behavior that is not intended for the collective benefit is suicidal and harmful to society. (Makarenko)
10. Just as branches and trunks are connected together, branches that break away from the trunk will soon die. (Onege)
4. A collection of ancient poems praising labor
1. "Compassion for the Farmers" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. 2. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. Women and aunts are carrying mats to eat, and children are carrying pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a child beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and Yan has a surplus of food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Eastern Jin Dynasty·Tao Yuanming Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. Working in the fields during the day and raising hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
5. "Compassion for the Farmers" Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
6. "The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The charcoal seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth. Poor clothes and clothes, worried about the cold weather.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks. The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white. He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and shouts at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it. Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
7. "The Fisherman on the River" Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass. You see, a boat is in and out of the storm.
8. "Wang Qing Qing from a Farmer's House" by Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty. He heard the west wind and rain in Qin, and asked whether the west wind would return sooner or later. The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from the heights of the wheat field.
9. "Five Hundred Words from the Capital to Fengxian" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Du Ling has commoners, but the boss has become careless. What a fool to commit oneself! Stealing Biji and Deed.
It actually fell into a gourd, and the white head was sweet and broad. The matter of covering the coffin is over, and this ambition is often coveted.
Worrying about Li Yuan in the poor years, sighing at the heat in the intestines. Making fun of classmates is so intense.
Today’s corridors, temples, and buildings are all in short supply. Kui Huo leans toward the sun, and its physical properties are solid and hard to snatch away.
Gu Wei is like an ant, but he seeks his own nest; Hu is a huge whale, and he always wants to attack Ming Bo? This is because I have misunderstood my physiology, and I am ashamed of myself. From now on, can you bear to be dust? In the end, I felt ashamed of my nest and my home, and could not change my relationship.
Drink and chat comfortably, and sing to relieve your sorrow. At the end of the year, the grass is gone, and the high hills are cracked by the strong wind.
The Tianqu is overcast and majestic, and the guests are in the middle of the night. The frost is severe and the belt is broken, and the finger cannot be knotted.
Passing through Lishan Mountain in the early morning, the royal couch was lying on the ground. Chi Yousai stood in the cold sky and trod on the slippery cliffs and valleys.
The Qi of Yaochi is sluggish, and the feathers and forests are in a state of chaos. The monarch and his ministers stayed and entertained, and the joy moved Yin to entanglement.
The tassels that are given to bathers are all long, and the banquets are not short and brown. The silk fabrics divided by Tongting originated from Hannu.
He whipped his husband's family and gathered tribute to the city. The saint's basket is full of kindness, and he really wants the country to live.
If the minister is suddenly enlightened, will you abandon this thing? The imperial court is full of people, and the benevolent should tremble! Kuang heard that the gold plate inside was all in Weihuo's room. There are dancing gods in the middle hall, and the smoke is covered with jade.
Warm guests are like mink and mouse fur, and sorrow is in charge of driving away the clear harp. Treat guests to camel hoof soup, frosted orange and tangerine.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road. The prosperity and decline are so close, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again.
Beiyuan leads to Jingwei, and Guandu changes course again. The water flows down from the west and is as high as the eye can see.
It is suspected that it is coming from Kongtong, and I am afraid that it will touch the Tianzhu and break it. Fortunately, the river beam is not blocked, and the branches can be heard sounding.
Travelers rely on each other, and Sichuan and Guangzhou cannot be crossed. The old wife lives in a different county and is separated by ten people from each other in the wind and snow.
Who can ignore it for a long time? I am hungry and thirsty. When I heard the howl at the entrance, my young son died of hunger! I would rather give up and mourn, and I will sob in the alleys.
Ashamed to be a father, he died young because he had no food. Little did he know that in the autumn harvest, there is poverty and haste.
Life is exempt from rent and tax, and the name is not subject to conquest. The traces are still sour and pungent, and the ordinary people are solid and crumbly.
I meditate on the unemployed, because I miss the soldiers far away.
Worry ends with Qi Zhongnan, but the hole cannot be broken.
10. "Poor Girl" by Qin Taoyu of the Tang Dynasty. He dared to praise his skill with the needle with his ten fingers, and did not draw his eyebrows into elongation. I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others.
11. "April in the Countryside" Weng Juan of the Song Dynasty The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
5. Poems describing Labor Day
1. "Compassion for the Farmers"
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work?
2. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry a mat to eat, and the children carry a pot of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
There is a poor woman again, with her baby in her arms. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees. The salary of an official is three hundred shi, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
Tao Yuanming
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
Fan Chengda
Working in the fields by day and planting hemp at night,
Children of the village Everyone is in charge.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons near the mulberry trees.
6. Ancient poems about labor
"Four Seasons of Pastoral" Song Dynasty Fan Cheng went out to work in the fields during the day and worked in the fields at night, and the children in the village were responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Translation: Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp at home at night, the men and women in the village each have their own housework.
Although the children do not know how to plow the fields or weave, they still learn to grow melons under the shade of the mulberry trees. 2. "Wang Qing Qing from the Farmer" Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty heard the west wind and rain in Qin and asked whether the west wind would return sooner or later.
The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, looking at the clouds from high in the wheat field. Translation: I once heard that when the west wind blows in the Qin Dynasty (today's Shaanxi area), it will rain. West wind, when will you go back? The gray-haired old farmer stood high on the wheat field for a long time, looking forward to the dark clouds dispersing and the sun to reappear.
3. "April in the Countryside" Song Dynasty Weng Juan is all over the mountains and rivers are green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
Translation The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation. The color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight, making everything bright and white.
The cuckoos are singing, the sky is covered with mist and rain, and the earth is a scene of prosperity. April is here, and farmers are busy with farm work, and no one in the village is idle.
They had just finished planting mulberry and raising silkworms and were about to start transplanting rice seedlings. 4. "Hoeing" Tang Dynasty Li Shen was hoeing at noon, and sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. It is noon when the farmers are working hard in the fields, and drops of sweat fall into the soil under the crops.
Who knew that every grain of rice on the plate is the hard work of farmers. 5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" In the third Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming was planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass was full of bean sprouts and there were few bean sprouts.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. Translation: There is my bean field at the foot of the southern hillside. The field is overgrown with weeds, but the bean seedlings grow very sparsely.
Get up at dawn in the morning and go to the fields to hoe weeds. At night, under the moonlight, you go home with your hoe to rest. Tall grass and trees covered the narrow field path, and the dew wet my clothes.
It doesn’t matter if my clothes are wet, as long as it doesn’t violate my original intention.
7. Poems describing labor
Some of the "Book of Songs" are poems about working people, such as "Fa Tan" we have learned in our Chinese textbooks: Kankan Fa Tan Xi , put the river dry, the water is clear and rippled.
If you don’t harvest crops and don’t farm crops, how can you waste three hundred grains of grain? If you don’t hunt or hunt, how can there be a county in Hu Zhan’erting? That gentleman is not a vegetarian! The Kankan cuts are radiating, and they are placed on the side of the river. The river water is clear and pure. If there is no harvest and no harvest, 30 billion will be taken away? If you don’t hunt, how can Hu Zhanerting have the characteristics of a county? That gentleman is not a vegetarian! The wind and waves are cut, and the river is placed in the river. The water is clear and flowing.
If you don’t harvest crops and don’t farm crops, you will be wasting three hundred grains of crops? If there is no hunting, there are county quails in Hu Zhan'erting? That gentleman is not a good person! There is another song that is also relatively famous, "The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi The charcoal seller was cutting firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth. Poor man, wearing only a single coat, worried and wishing it was cold.
At night there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks. The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was already high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white. He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and shouts at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it. Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied straight to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
There are also Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells", namely: "Xin'an Officials", "Tongguan Officials", "Shihao Officials", "Newlywed Farewell", "Elderly Farewell" and "No Home Farewell". Abbreviation. These six poems were planned and arranged by Du Fu in March of the second year of Qianyuan (759).
In March of that year, the Tang Dynasty's 600,000-strong army was defeated in Yecheng, and the country's situation was very critical. In order to quickly replenish their troops, the rulers implemented an unrestricted, unsystematic, and inhumane Rav policy.
Du Fu witnessed these phenomena with his own eyes, and wrote these six poems with conflicting and painful feelings. This war is different from the brutal militarism during the Tianbao period. It is an effort to save the nation and survive.
Therefore, while Du Fu profoundly exposed the darkness of military service and cursed "Heaven and Earth will be merciless", he had to support this kind of military service; he not only sympathized with the people's suffering, but also had to comfort and encourage those who The "middle-aged man" who has not yet become a teenager comes to the front line. Under the unbearable cruel oppression, wives persuaded their husbands and mothers sent their children to the battlefield. Some old women even gave their lives.
While exposing the cruelty and cruelty of the ruling class, Du Fu praised the vast number of people with infinite sympathy and gratitude, and with vivid and vivid writing. "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" have different expression techniques. The so-called "Three Officials" include question and answer narratives, while the "Three Farewells" are purely entrusted to the travelers.
In "Three Officials", Du Fu himself appears because there is a question and answer session; in "Three Farewells", because the whole story is a monologue by the characters, Du Fu does not appear. From the perspective of literary origin, "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" inherit the "Book of Songs" and the style of Han Yuefu, and later inspire the new Yuefu of Bai Juyi and others. They are the pinnacle of Du Fu's realism creation.
8. Poems about labor.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields·There are three kinds of beans. At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. In April in the countryside, the mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. The Tian family works in the fields during the day and weaves hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Viewing the Cutting of Wheat by Bai Juyi The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a child beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year. From Beijing to Fengxian County, 500 Words of Ode to Huai Author: Du Fu Du Ling has commoners, but his carelessness turns clumsy.
What a fool to promise yourself! Stealing Biji and Deed. It actually fell into a gourd, and the white head was sweet and wide.
The coffin is closed, and this ambition is often coveted. Worrying about Li Yuan in the poor years, sighing at the heat in the intestines.
Making fun of classmates is very intense. It is not without the will of the rivers and seas, and the sun and the moon are sent away gracefully; when I was born to meet the kings of Yao and Shun, I could not bear to say goodbye forever.
Isn’t it true that today’s corridors, temples and buildings are in short supply? Kui Huo leans toward the sun, and its physical properties are solid and hard to snatch away. Looking at the ants, they only seek their own nests; Hu is a huge whale, and they often want to attack Ming Bo? This is because I have misunderstood my physiology, and I am ashamed of myself.
From now on, can you bear to be dust? In the end, I felt ashamed of my nest and my home, and could not change my relationship. Drink and chat to make yourself comfortable, and sing to relieve your sorrow.
At the end of the year, the grass is gone, and the high mountains are cracked by the strong wind. Tianqu is cloudy and majestic, and the guests are in the middle of the night.
Shuangyan's clothes are broken, and the fingers cannot be knotted. Passing through Lishan Mountain in the early morning, the royal couch was lying on the ground.
Chi Yousai stood in the cold sky, treading on slippery cliffs and valleys. The Qi of Yaochi is sluggish, and the feathers and forests are in a state of chaos.
The monarch and his ministers stayed and entertained, and the joy caused the entanglement of Yin. Those who give baths all have long tassels, and those who give banquets are not short brown.
The silk fabrics divided by Tongting originated from Hannu. He whipped his husband's family and gathered tribute in the city.
The saint basket Zhuoen really wants the country to live. If I suddenly become wise, how can I abandon this thing? The imperial court is full of people, and the benevolent should tremble! Kuang heard that the gold plate inside was all in Weihuo's room.
There are dancing gods in the middle hall, and the smoke is covered with jade. The warm guest is the sable fur, and the sorrowful management is chasing the clear harp.
Treat guests with camel hoof soup, frosted orange and tangerine. The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and the roads are frozen to death.
The prosperity and decline are so close and different, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again. Beiyuan leads to Jingwei, and Guandu changes course again.
A group of water flows down from the west, and the sky is as high as the eye can see. It is suspected that it is coming from Kongtong, and I am afraid that it will break the Tianzhu.
Fortunately, the river beam is not broken, and the branches are sounding. Travelers rely on each other, Sichuan and Guangdong cannot be crossed.
The old wife is in a different county, and her family is separated by wind and snow. Who can ignore it for a long time? I am hungry and thirsty.
When I heard the howl at the entrance, my young son died of hunger! I would rather give up and mourn, and I will sob in the alleys. I am ashamed to be a father, and I will die young if I don’t have enough food.
Little did he know that when autumn comes, poverty leads to haste. Life should be exempted from rent and tax, and the name should not be subject to conquest.
The traces of caressing are still sour and pungent, and ordinary people are stubborn and frivolous. I meditate on the unemployed, because I miss the soldiers far away.
Worry ends at the end of Qi Zhongnan, and the hole cannot be broken. Zhang Yu, a silkworm woman, went to the city yesterday and came back with tears in her eyes.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture people.
Ancient poems about diligent labor 1. Ancient poems about labor
1. Li Shen of Tang Dynasty hoeing crops
The day of hoeing crops is noon, and the sweat drips from the crops Get down to earth. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work?
2. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river in the Northern Song Dynasty
People who come and go on the river. But love the beauty of sea bass. You see, a boat is in and out of the storm.
3. Silkworm Woman Zhang Yu of the Northern Song Dynasty
I entered the city yesterday and came back with tears streaming down my face. Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture people.
4. Watching the Cutting of Wheat by Tang Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with her baby next to her. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year.
5. Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty, who was sympathetic to farmers
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
2. Poems describing the hard work of ancient people
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the soil. Who would have thought that eating a plate of food requires hard work.
There is another famous song, "The Charcoal Seller"
Bai Juyi
The Charcoal Seller, cutting down Firewood is burned in Nanshan Mountain.
His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
My poor clothes are in plain clothes, my heart is worried and I wish it would be cold.
At night there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high, so they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white.
Holding the document in his hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk ribbon are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
3. Ancient poems about diligence
"Long Song Xing" by Yuefu
Sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set with morning dew.
When spring comes, all things will shine.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither.
When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
"Song of Tomorrow" by Wen Jia
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows!
I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted.
If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come.
Look at the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west at dusk. What will happen in a hundred years?
Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow".
Manjianghong [Yue Fei]
Angry and furious, the rain stops at the end of the tunnel. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and intense. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.
Jingkang’s shame has not yet been resolved; the regrets of the ministers will not be revealed yet. Driving a long car to trample it, Helan Mountain is missing. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry and talk about drinking the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque.
"Golden Threaded Clothes" by Du Qiuniang
I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes, but to cherish your youth.
Break off the flowers when they bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left.
Encouragement to Study by Yan Zhenqing
The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, it is the time for men to study.
Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
4. Ancient poems about diligence
Ancient poems about diligence:
Song Dynasty poet Zhang Si's "Wang Baoxue's Elegies II" "First"
Morality and hope are as important as hard work and loyalty.
The loyalty is as bright as the sun, and the heroism is as strong as a rainbow.
It’s urgent to call for favor, but it’s all in vain.
Looking back at fame and fortune, tears of loneliness flowed into the east wind.
Song Dynasty poet Zhang Jiucheng's
"One Hundred Quatrains of the Analects of Confucius"
The body does not distinguish between hard work and the valley, resolutely planting the staff and working hard.
In the past, the pallet was always empty, and the arrival of Dao Yuan was unheard of.
Song Dynasty poet Zhang Jingxiu's
"Sending a Letter to Hunan Xian to Invite Ye Gong to the Temple"
I heard that in the past year, I have invited Dongxiao, and the envoys in the rivers and lakes have been working hard for a long time.
You can only get it if you have a fairy, and you will get higher when you are mature.
When I borrowed my house, I found out about the newly planted bamboos. When I was looking for the real thing, I wanted to see the old peach plants.
The lay people in Fuliang are very dusty, and their hair is now 2 hairs thick.
Yue Ke of the Southern Song Dynasty
"Three Poems to the King's Cooking Courtyard"
The bright green lanterns stand against the stove, and the bells are made while reading in the middle of the night.
The wind and smoke make my heart break, and the frost and snow suddenly invade my temples.
Don’t say anything about what has happened.
Hard work seems to be rewarded by heaven. I will hoe and plow the ditch myself.
Tao Yuanming's
"Miscellaneous Poems"
The prime of life will never come again, and it will be difficult to wake up again.
Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
Zhang Jingxiu, the author of "Send a Letter to Hunan Xian to Invite Ye Gong to the Shrine", named Uncle Min, was from Changzhou (now part of Jiangsu). Yingzong became a Jinshi in the fourth year of Zhiping's reign. Shenzong knew Fuliang County in Raozhou at the end of Yuanfeng. The latter two are Xian Cao and Wudian County Fu. He served in Shenzong, Zhezong and Huizong dynasties, and ended up as a doctor in the temple department. He died in his seventies. There is "Zhang Cibu Collection", which has been lost. The matter can be found in Volume 3 of "Zhongwu Jiwen".
The author of "Three Poems to the King's Hospital" is Yue Ke (1183~1243 AD), a writer of the Southern Song Dynasty. The courtesy name is Suzhi, the nickname is Yizhai, and the late nickname is Juanweng. A native of Tangyin, Xiangzhou (now in Henan). He lived in Jiaxing (now part of Zhejiang). Grandson of Yue Fei and son of Yue Lin.
5. What are the poems that describe the hard work of the working people in ancient times?
The feet are rustic, and the back is scorching.
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Their feet were fumigated by the heat from the ground, and their spines were basking in the hot sunshine. Who knew that every meal on the plate is hard work? "Two Poems of Compassion for the Peasants" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty. Who would have thought that the grains of rice in our bowls are filled with the blood and sweat of the farmers? I don’t know how hot it is when I’m exhausted, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi was exhausted, as if he didn't know the hot weather, but just cherished the long summer. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
"Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty As long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
"Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty There is no uncultivated field in the world, and the toiling farmers will still starve to death. It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
"Two Poems of Compassion for the Peasants" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty At noon in midsummer, the sun was scorching, and the farmers were still working, and beads of sweat dripped into the soil. Who knew that every meal on the plate is hard work? "Two Poems of Compassion for the Peasants" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty. Who would have thought that the grains of rice in our bowls are filled with the blood and sweat of the farmers? .
6. Ancient poems about hard work
"Guan Mowed Wheat" Tang Bai Juyi Tian's family had few free months, but in May people were twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a child beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The taxes on the family fields are exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year. "Hoeing" Tang Dynasty Li Shen was hoeing at noon, and sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. "The Fisherman on the River" Fan Zhongyan of the Northern Song Dynasty is about people who come and go on the river.
But I love the beauty of bass. You see, a boat is in and out of the storm.
"Silkworm Woman" Zhang Yu of the Northern Song Dynasty went to the city yesterday and returned with tears streaming down his face. He who is covered with silken clothes is not a sericulture person.
"Compassion for Farmers" Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty planted one grain of millet in spring and harvested ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
Poems about hard work (2) "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part One Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty had no suitable vulgar rhyme, and his nature was to love mountains and hills. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house covers an area of ??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 is lingering in the ruins. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean 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.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" The second Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming has few people in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back alleys. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and I think about the wine.
At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part Three Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty was planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass was full of bean sprouts and there were few bean seedlings. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" In the fourth Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming went to the mountains and marshes for a long time to enjoy the wilderness and the woods. Try taking your children and nephews with you and walking in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills, people still live there. There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask those who collect firewood, this person is like this. The salaryman told me that there will be no recovery after death.
It is true to say that one should abandon the court and the market in one lifetime. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" In the Five Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming regretted his decision to return home alone, and experienced many twists and turns. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
I drink my new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer. When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.