What ancient poems describe the hard work of farmers' uncles?

The ancient poems about the farmer's uncle's hard work are: "Two ancient styles?" Two Poems for Farmers, Watching Wheat Harvesting, Returning to the Garden (3) and Selling Charcoal Weng.

1, "Two ancient styles? 》

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.

Appreciation: At the beginning of the poem, by changing "a grain of millet" into "10,000 seeds", it vividly describes the bumper harvest and praises the farmers' labor with "sowing" and "harvesting". The third sentence, by extension, shows that within the four seas, wasteland becomes fertile land, which, combined with the first two sentences, constitutes a vivid scene of fruitful and "gold" everywhere. "Enlightening men" is for stronger "hair". These three poems show the great contribution and infinite creativity of the working people with progressive brushwork, making the following knot more dignified and more painful. "Farmers still starve to death" not only makes the content coherent, but also highlights the problem. Hard-working farmers got a bumper harvest with their hands, but they were still empty-handed and starved to death. Poetry forces people to think "who created this human tragedy" with a heavy heart. The poet puts all this behind the scenes for readers to discover and think. Combining these two aspects, as Marx said: "Labor has produced amazing works (miracles) for the rich, but labor has produced extreme poverty for the workers. Labor built palaces, but caves for laborers. Labor produces beauty, but it produces deformities for workers. "

Translation:

As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn.

In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death.

2. "Two Poems for Farmers"

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 knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Appreciation: At the beginning of this poem, it depicts farmers still working in the fields under the scorching sun at noon, dripping sweat on the scorching land. This makes up for the change from "a millet" to "ten thousand kinds" and then to "the four seas have no idle fields", which was watered by thousands of farmers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian with blood and sweat; This also captures the most typical image of the following "every grain is hard", which can be described as one tenth. Generally, it shows the hard life of farmers who don't avoid cold, summer, rain, snow, wind and frost all year round. "Who knows that every meal is hard" is not empty preaching, nor is it disease-free; It is similar to a profound motto, but it not only wins by its persuasiveness, but also reflects the poet's infinite resentment and sincere sympathy in this deep sigh.

Translation:

At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil.

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

3. "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.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Appreciation: When Bai Juyi was a county policeman in zhouzhi county, he wrote a poem, feeling that the local people were hardworking and poor. The work criticizes the exorbitant taxes and levies that caused people's poverty, and feels deeply guilty about not doing anything after eating and drinking enough, showing the humanitarian spirit of a conscientious feudal official. This poem was written in Yuanhe, Tang Xianzong in the second year. The poet was thirty-six years old. Zhouzhi county is located in the west of Xi City, Shaanxi Province. The county commandant is responsible for catching thieves and collecting taxes in the county. Because Bai Juyi is in charge of this matter; Therefore, he is most aware of the disaster suffered by the working people: the poet is very ashamed to think that he is not diligent but has enough to eat. So I spoke frankly and expressed my deep sympathy for the working people.

Translation:

Farmers have no leisure all year round, and they are even busier in May.

A warm south wind blew at night, and the wheat in the field was covered with ridges and ripe yellow.

Women carry food in baskets, and children carry jars full of water and soup.

Men accompany them to deliver meals in the fields and work in Nanshan.

The feet were smoked by the heat on the ground and the back was baked by the sun.

Exhausted, don't feel hot, just cherish summer. But: only. Cherish: hope.

I saw a poor peasant woman, holding her child and following others.

He held the picked ears of wheat in his right hand and hung a broken basket in his left arm.

Listening to her talk about her family made everyone feel sorry for her.

In order to pay taxes, I sold the land and ate my hunger by picking up wheat ears.

What are my advantages now? I have never raised or picked mulberry trees.

The salary is 300 stone a year, and there will be surplus grain at the end of the year.

I am ashamed to think of these things, and I will never forget them day and night.

4. Back to the Garden Part III

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Appreciation: In this poem, Tao Yuanming bravely opposed traditional ideas, broke the worn-out spiritual shackles, resolutely bid farewell to officialdom, resigned from Pengze county magistrate, and stopped being a "gentleman" who tried to govern the people; I resolutely returned home, willingly shouldered the hoe, plowed hard, and determined to be a "villain" of labor. Such fearless spirit, beautiful personality and noble realm have won praise, admiration and even imitation from many people in later generations.

Translation:

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse.

Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.

5. The Charcoal Man

Tang Dynasty: 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.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

Appreciation: This poem has profound ideological content and artistic characteristics. What can the poet do with the money from selling charcoal? These words show the only hope that the old man who is almost on the verge of life can have. This is the center of the whole poem. All other descriptions focus on this poetic eye. In the way of expression, contrast and contrast are flexible. The fate of the old man, highlighting his old age with "grey temples" and the hardships of "reducing salary and burning charcoal" with "dust fireworks", set off the desolation and viciousness of Nanshan and aroused people's sympathy. All this reflects the burning of old people's hopes: selling charcoal to get money, buying clothes and food. The old man wears simple clothes, and then uses the "one foot of snow" at night and the "ice trace" on the road as a foil, which makes people feel that the old man is pitiful. All this just reflects the fierceness of the fire of hope for the elderly: it is freezing in the cold, charcoal is expensive, and you can change more clothes and food. Next, "the cow is hungry" and "two riding" reflect the disparity between workers and rulers; "A cart full of charcoal, a thousand Jin" and "Half a horse's red yarn, a foot's silk" contrast the cruelty of plunder in the "palace market". As far as the whole poem is concerned, the burning of the fire of hope in front is precisely to set off the sadness and pain of hope behind.

Translation:

An old man who sells charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in Nanshan all the year round.

His face was covered with dust and smoke, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were blackened by charcoal.

What is the money from selling charcoal for? Buy clothes to wear and food to eat in your mouth.

It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

It snowed a foot thick outside the city at night. In the morning, the old man ran over the frozen wheel tracks in a charcoal car and hurried to the market.

Cattle are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high and rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is the man riding two horses? They are eunuchs in the palace, eunuchs.

The eunuch held the official document in his hand, but said it was the emperor's order and shouted to pull the cow to the palace.

A load of charcoal, 1000 kilograms, was insisted by eunuch officers. The old man is reluctant to give up, but he is helpless.

Those people hung half a horse's red yarn and a silk on the cow's head as the price of charcoal.

Uncle farmer, I appreciate your composition. On August 15, my parents and I went back to our hometown. The air in our hometown is very fresh. I saw the duckling swimming in the river. The duckling smiled as if to say to me, "Come down and swim, the water is cold!" " I also saw a group of dragonflies bending branches on the longan tree. The twig seems to say, "I'm so tired!" But I'm so happy! Because there is a bumper harvest of longan this year! " I also saw sweet potatoes, which were planted in a strange way. We should make the mound look like a hill, so that sweet potatoes can grow bigger and yield higher.

Look at the sweet potato with branches, cut it off and put it in the soil. After a few months, this vine will grow thick roots, which is the sweet potato we saw in the market.

If you go to the market and see a gap in sweet potatoes, you'd better not buy them. It may have been bitten by a mouse.

It is difficult to grow rice. Sow first. When the seedlings grow to twenty or thirty centimeters high, pull them up, then dig the soil loose, and then insert several seedlings into the soil together.

After several months of careful cultivation, watering and fertilizing.

Slowly, golden brown rice chaff grows out. Finally, the rice is harvested, and the shell is ground off by a machine to become shiny rice grains.

I also saw the farmer's uncle digging with a hoe on the ground. They sweat like rain and work hard, which reminds me of the ancient poem "Compassion for Farmers" that we have learned: it is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

I think we should respect the hard work of farmers' uncles and don't waste food!

Write a 400-word composition about colorful spring, summer, autumn and winter, colorful winter, autumn, summer and spring. I like it.

In spring, the trees germinated, and so did my heart.

I hope that through my efforts in spring, I can reap fruitful results in autumn.

In the field, the farmer's uncle grows vegetables in the field. They also hope that autumn will come early and see the harvest scene as soon as possible.

Summer has come, and the burning sun shines on the earth, which is like a big stove and a roast chicken. It is really hot! How nice it would be to enjoy the cool under the tree and swim in the river! The lotus in the West Lake belongs to the summer sky. Dragonflies danced on the lotus leaves, accompanied by frogs "quack, quack, quack".

Autumn is coming, and in the orchard, the farmer's uncle is picking fruits happily! The golden rice grows tall, which is really a picture of autumn harvest.

In the sky, geese line up to fly south.

Winter is coming, and the sky is snowing heavily. I went outside to make a snowman, hoping that the snowman would not melt.

The four seasons are endless, each with its own flavor!

Uncle Farmer, I appreciate your composition. I went out to play with my friends this afternoon.

But it was boring.

I came to the East District and saw some classmates.

We talked for a while, and a classmate suggested that we go to the fields to play.

For me, who has hardly been to the fields, I am naturally full of curiosity and readily agree.

Those students led the way, and I followed closely, watching everything around with great interest.

Just turning a corner, an unpleasant smell came to my nose.

I quickly covered my nose with my hand and walked on.

At this moment, there was an endless field in front of me, and I couldn't help screaming.

However, the smell is getting heavier and heavier, which really makes me unbearable.

I ran like hell.

At this time, the sight in front of me stunned me: five or six white-haired old people were pulling weeds in the fields under the scorching sun! Seeing this scene, I can't help feeling ashamed.

Come to think of it, as soon as I walked into the stadium, I couldn't help covering my nose.

However, these elderly people who are over 500 years old are silently squatting in the grass to pull weeds.

How small I am by comparison.

I have always heard from my parents that only by studying hard can worthless people become farmers, but at this time, I have deep admiration for farmers.

Of course, what I admire is not their studies, but their simple, unknown and hard-working spirit! Can "white-collar workers" stand all this? The answer is no.

They only know how to eat and drink, sleep after work and work ... but they never thought that there was a tearful story behind their eating and drinking.

For everyone, the farmer's uncle has white hair, many wrinkles and a hunched back.

Ordinary people are extraordinary, hardworking farmers uncles, you have worked hard!

How difficult it is to write the composition of the farmer's uncle. 500 words 1 Last summer vacation, my mother accompanied me to her friend's hometown in the country.

There I saw the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

We went in late July.

It is the season for farmers to "double grab" and the busiest time for farmers' uncles to harvest early rice and plant late rice.

Every day, they go to work in the fields early. They just finish breakfast and lunch in a hurry.

The heat is unbearable, and the whole earth is like a "baking box", and the heat wave is rolling in.

However, the farmer's uncle is not afraid of the heat and works hard to harvest the mature rice in the field.

At noon, it is the highest temperature in a day, and the sun is exerting its power unscrupulously.

The farmer's uncle, however, has to go to the threshing floor to turn over the rice at this hottest moment, because only the strongest sunshine can dry them to the maximum extent, and then they can be stored without deterioration.

Farmers are busy working in the fields, not only harvesting at high temperature, but also sowing at high temperature.

Running back and forth in fields and grain fields, constantly harvesting, picking, drying and storing rice.

After harvest, we should be busy sowing, transplanting, irrigation and fertilization, and work hard in the scorching sun.

Although some people use harvesters, they can save labor.

However, most farmers can't use machinery to replace manual labor. Everyone works like a machine in the field. This kind of high-intensity hard work will take about a week to finish.

Watching the farmer's uncle's hard work reminds me of an ancient poem: weeding at noon every day makes me sweat.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

I decided never to waste any food again, because every grain of rice is condensed with the hard work and sweat of the farmer's uncle.

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There are many ordinary people in the world, and there are many ordinary people worthy of our respect, and what I respect most is the farmer's uncle who grows food.

Their hands are as rough as pine bark and covered with calluses ... Spring is a good season for sowing, and farmers' uncles start sowing in this good season. Spring planting and autumn harvest changed from one millet to 10 thousand seeds, and all the land in the country was reclaimed, and no field was idle.

The hardships of labor are hard-won.

At noon in the scorching sun, the farmer's uncle is still working in the field. In spring, birds and flowers are singing and dancing everywhere.

Pieces of rape blossom in Huang Chengcheng, dazzling.

Under the sunlight, the rape blossoms sparkle.

Summer is a hot and rainy season! In summer, the earth cracked, as if it had been cut by a shiny steel knife. The crops hung their heads and breathed weakly. In summer, farmers' uncles are fertilizing crops. Autumn is the harvest season, and there are big and red apples hanging on the apple tree.

The grapes on the vine are big and purple.

Two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and the fields are full of harvest scenes: cotton is as white as snow, cotton branches are covered with peach-shaped cotton, and there are dozens of them on a tree, so that the cotton branches are bent; Rice is as thick as chopsticks; Heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; Full sorghum is like fire ... it's early autumn, and the farmland is already busy harvesting. The farmer's uncle is happily harvesting the fruits of half a year in the field, and the harvester is whirring. What a beautiful voice! Now is the harvest season, the rice in the field is ripe, and the farmers' uncles show a bright smile.

The smell of winter quietly came to the world ... and passed quietly! In a blink of an eye, it was another spring, and the farmers' uncles began to sow again. ......................................................................................................................................................

Ah! He deserves my respect!

Write a short article about a farmer's uncle burning a knife pole. Uncle farmer, please don't burn straw! -Reading Beautiful China-Being a Brave Builder of Ecological Civilization Recently, we read the book Beautiful China-Being a Brave Builder of Ecological Civilization under the guidance of our teacher. When I read the chapter that made the countryside more beautiful, I couldn't help thinking of something I saw last year.

One Sunday last year, my father and I went back to our hometown to help my grandfather harvest wheat. After dinner in the evening, my father and I went for a walk. As soon as we got out of the village, my father and I saw a lot of fires in the field. My father said that people were finding fault with steamed dumplings. Soon, the fire broke out like a dragon. I thought it was fun at first, but there were many fire dragons, so I was afraid. I saw fires crackling everywhere in the fields.

Smoke billowed into the sky and was blown away by the wind, making the sky darker.

The pungent smell in the air makes me suffocate.

On the side of the road, I saw a pile of ashes risking sparks.

I saw that the trunk of a big tree next to it was burnt black, and half of the leaves were dried, leaving only a few leaves at the top of the tree.

I wonder if this tree can survive! This scene makes me very uncomfortable. I really don't understand why people burn these straws.

The fire destroyed trees, scorched the land and polluted the air with thick smoke.

It is also reported on TV that in some places, the smoke generated by burning straw prevented planes from taking off and landing, and highways were forced to close. Why don't people learn their lessons? It has been a year since this scene, but I can't forget it.

Uncle farmer, I beg you, for the sake of trees not being burned to death and smoke not rising to the sky, for your own health, put less straw.

The next day I followed my mother to work in the fields.

When I came to the field, I was particularly relieved to see a golden rice field. Because it's the first time I cut grain in the field, I can't cut it, so I can only watch my mother cut it. I saw my mother bend down first, with a sickle in her right hand and a straw in her left hand, cut it down with a sickle, then cut it in her own direction, and then put the cut wheat grains neatly on the newly cut pile.

So I learned from my mother's appearance, bent down first, picked up the sickle in my right hand, grabbed a handful of straw in my left hand, cut it in my own direction, and put it on the pile that had just been cut.

Later, the more you dry, the more familiar you are with how to cut, and the more you dry. After a while, I was so tired that I stood up and stretched out. Seeing that everyone was cutting grain, I was embarrassed to stand for a while and began to work hard again.

Mid-May is the busiest time for summer harvest in rural areas.

On weekends, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to experience the busy rural life.

In the morning, before the lark began to sing the dawn, we and grandma and our whole family took long hooks to harvest rapeseed.

You see, my hardworking sister is bending down to harvest, and her two braids are flying up and down like dragonfly wings; Her head bit by bit, like a duckling foraging; The red face is covered with a layer of crystal fine sweat, like a rose covered with dew.

When the kitchen smoke rose from the village, we had razed a whole rape tree to the ground.

They lie neatly, like thick golden carpets, more lovely than the most luxurious Persian carpets.

At noon, when Grandfather Sun was grumpy, Grandma couldn't wait to ask us to go to the fields to grab the harvest.

Because grandma said that when the sun is shining at noon, it is the loudest time for rape, and it is the easiest to seed.

So we took the sun mat, the cover and the laundry list and started to work.

My sister and I helped grandma lie on the sun mat, so that rape could lie quietly and comfortably in their crib. My grandmother lifted the canopy and beat it rhythmically, just like a musician playing music on a keyboard. Black rape blossoms jumped out of the rape pods with beautiful music. They jumped over the sun mat and slept full of laundry baskets.

At dusk, when wisps of smoke rose from the village again, we returned home with a happy mood.

After a hard day, we fell asleep with a sweet smile, and there was a long-ground hook knife under the bed.

Tomorrow, as long as the weather is fine, we will once again devote ourselves to the fiery work. ...

Farmer Uncle Harvest Busy Composition Example 1: Whenever I eat, I see glistening rice in a bowl, fresh and delicious dishes on a plate, and attractive fruits in my hand after dinner. Have you ever wondered where these delicious foods come from? During the holiday, I was lucky enough to see the farmer's uncle harvesting wheat.

During the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, I went back to my grandmother's house and saw a busy scene.

Some farmers' uncles are loading food into the car and are busy turning around to get home; Some are harvesting wheat in the fields, pushing their hands, and the dust "dresses up" them. The sweat on their faces is mixed with ash, as if they climbed out of the mud, as if telling their hardships; Others are loading the wheat straw in the field into the car; Everyone is sweating like a pig.

I really want to hold a big umbrella to shelter them from the hot sun.

It's really hot. I hope there are some cool winds.

I hid in the shade, and the farmers' uncles were busy in the hot sun! I can't bear it any longer. I jumped into the field and picked up the ears of wheat.

Half an hour later, I picked one up and showed it to my mother happily, showing off my skills, but my mother said, "These can't even make cakes."

"I don't believe it, so many can't even do a piece of cake? How much do we usually eat steamed buns? I salute them.

Walking along the edge of the wheat field, they came to the hut. Several farmers are picking melons. They bent down to pick melons on the ground and put them in bags. Sweat soaked their clothes, but the farmer's uncle didn't care to wipe the sweat, even wiped the sweat drops. The glittering and translucent sweat dripped down his cheeks and into the soil and melon seedlings.

This little cantaloupe is troublesome! I was very surprised.

These foods are grown on ordinary land and come from ordinary farmers.

Farmers, how ordinary, but have you ever thought, if there are no farmers, where will there be crops? Where did you get the food? What did you eat again? We should not only thank our caring parents and teachers, but also thank the farmers, who planted delicious food for us to enjoy. I really want to say to the farmers, "Thank you!" Example 2: Autumn is a season full of joy and harvest.

What I like best is the beautiful fields in autumn.

Some people dried the rice and even made it into rice, but others just started cutting it.

I walked along a path in the middle of the field with brisk steps. From time to time, some flowers give off a burst of fragrance, which always makes me feel that there are countless flowers around me, and even makes me gradually lose myself in my fantasy "flower sea".

Alas, the naughty wind is really playful, and the rice and wheat are shaken gently from time to time.

In the sun, they seem to have a golden light, which almost dazzles my eyes! I sang my minor involuntarily, as if I were in the world of music! On the path, the old man beat piles of rice with wooden boards, and the children went home from time to time to get water and towels.

Grandpa was tired, and the child handed him the water, and then carefully wiped his wet and weather-beaten face with a towel.

Grandpa smiled happily, and then handed the water to the child as a sign for him to drink. The child quickly picked up the water and drank it.

Seeing the children drinking, the grandfather was very satisfied. He stroked the child's head gently.

Seeing such a scene, you will definitely think of a poem: Who knows that every Chinese food is hard.

Yes, a grain of rice is equivalent to a drop of sweat from a farmer's uncle.

How many drops of sweat do you think farmers need for a bowl of rice? Here, I want to remind everyone that it is everyone's responsibility to cherish food!

In western countries, there is a Thanksgiving Day to thank their God, who gave them shelter and food.

But I don't think we should thank God.

We should thank millions of selfless working people.

If there were no weavers, we wouldn't have these colorful clothes now; If there are no builders, how can these buildings rise from the ground? Without porters, tool food can't be shipped out; If no one digs, there will be no wells and holes; If every job is important, it is an indispensable job, although it is a little unremarkable.

Like farmers.

Farming and sowing are very tiring, but they never complain.

Early spring, full of spring, birds and flowers, is a good time to play.

However, they have been driving the cultivator to cultivate the land.

I didn't linger in the spring, and I didn't idle away, but I planted rice hard.

In summer, when the sun is shining, farmers sweat profusely, fertilize rice, kill insects and get up early every day.

The hardships of spring and summer are all for the harvest of autumn.

Looking at the piles of millet on the bus, how can you not be grateful? With the hard work of farmers, we have food in our mouths and vegetables in our dishes.

If there were no farmers, these foods would cease to exist.

There is no God in the world, and we should thank the millions of working people in Qian Qian.

Hands create results, and thousands of working people in Qian Qian have created our beautiful world and our happy life with their own hands.

On Thanksgiving Day, let's thank thousands of working people! I wish them happiness, peace and good luck! Uncle farmer, thank you!

Please indicate the source? What ancient poems describe the hard work of farmers' uncles?