Ancient poems about spring ploughing

1. Poems describing spring sowing 1. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

-"Farmers" Li Shen

2. Stay in Guanhe, it rains at dusk, and Geng Chunting is a barrier to know the adherents.

-"Send a constant servant to the Imperial Palace but make Xifan" Wei

3. In February, the spring ploughing is prosperous and dense, and the flowers bloom first.

-"The Pride of the Fisherman" Ouyang Xiu

Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots for spring ploughing.

-Su Shi's Two Songs of Xincheng Road

Every wheat grower will plant crops everywhere in the sunny evening.

-"North Garden Miscellaneous Fu" Lu You

6. The countryside has been fighting for farming for a long time, and autumn harvest and spring ploughing are afraid of delaying time.

-"Chicken and Dog" Lu You?

2. Ancient poems describing the hard work of the ancients. When harvesting wheat, Bai Juyi, the county magistrate, was less idle in the moon, and in May, people were twice as busy.

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.

3. 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.