A classic poem praising farmers

The classic poem praising farmers is as follows:

1, "Two Poems for Farmers (I)"

Tang Dynasty: 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.

Sow a seed in spring and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death.

2. "Two Poems for Farmers (Part Two)"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where seedlings grow. Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?

3. "Shan Nong Ci"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.

At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.

The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

The old family lived in poverty in the mountains and made a living by planting three or four acres of mountain fields. Small land, high taxes and no food. The grain was sent to the warehouse of the government, and finally rotted and turned into soil. All the year round, there are only hoes and plows left at home, so my son has to go up the mountain to pick acorns to satisfy his hunger. On the ship of a wealthy businessman from the west of the Yangtze River, hundreds of precious stones are measured with hooves, and even the dogs on board eat meat all the year round.

4. "Look at the wheat cutting"

Tang Dynasty: 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.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

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.

Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. The men who collect wheat are all in Nangang. Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun.

Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer. I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket on her left arm. Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her. Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger.

What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture. Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year. I feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.

5. Silkworm Girl

Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe

Pink is not hungry, so I don't know there is glory in the world.

Every year, it is said that silkworms are hard, and I am covered in ramie.

My face is sallow and dull, and I don't know what splendor there is in the world. Every year, someone tells me that it is hard to raise silkworms. Why am I wearing clothes made of ramie?