Ancient poems about farmers

1, Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Persuading Agriculture"

Original text:

West Xi Lingde, Yuan Lu, Iraq. Flowers and trees are flourishing, and the wind is clear and the gas is positive.

Both men and women are competing with the times. Mulberry girls have fun at night, and farmers stay in the wild.

Translation:

Grandfather respected virtue, and the fields were lush. Flowers and trees are lush, and when Wan Li is clear, there will be a breeze.

Men and women catch up with each other during the busy farming season. Silkworm farmers get up in the middle of the night, and farmers farm and stay in the fields.

2. Farmers sighing in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Original text:

The mountains are planted with wheat, and the water is planted with chaff. Cattle have sore bones and are still plowing at night.

Do your best to do your own thing, and you will be happy and peaceful. Who is peeling and pecking at the door? The voice of the county magistrate asking for rent.

Into the county government, poor day and night. Who is not afraid of death? Self-planning is out of thin air.

I am afraid of hurting my parents if I want to go home. The old man is full, but his wife is penniless.

Translation:

All hillsides are planted with wheat, and all rice fields are planted with rice. Alas, the cow has rubbed its neck, showing its thin bones, and kept shouting for it to plow the field overnight.

Well, I tried my best to farm in the fields and just wanted to live a quiet life. Who is knocking at the door in a hurry? Alas, it is the county tax collectors who have been forcing them to pay taxes.

I was arrested at the county government. Well, I can't stand the endless torture day and night. Farmers all over the world, who is not afraid of being killed? I think I must be in danger, too

I want to explain it to my family at home, but I am afraid of stabbing my parents' hearts. Alas! If the elderly can eat and wear warm clothes, the lives of their wives and children will have to be regarded as a feather and can no longer be taken care of.

3. Tian She of Fan Chengda in Southern Song Dynasty.

Original text:

Call a hoe and arrange for busy gardening. Children sleep on fallen leaves and birds make sounds in the sunset.

Fireworks village is far away, and the forest is fragrant. It's fun to be so old. Mi Yun is always yellow in the end.

Translation:

Everyone shouted out of the village with hoes on their shoulders and hastily built the threshing floor. Children are playing happily in the fallen leaves, and flocks of birds are chirping in the sunset.

Laughter and smoke came from distant villages; The trees and weeds in the field give off a charming fragrance. This year is really a happy year, and the endless rice fields are golden.

4. Li Shen's "Two Peasants' Poems (Part Two)" in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

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?

Translation:

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?

5. Tian Gu Xing by Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.

There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.

In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. The family has no food and clothing, and it is happy to see the county gate.

Translation:

Looking at the scene of a bumper harvest, men's words are full of joy, women's faces are full of smiles, and every household has no complaints, and what they say is different in peacetime. Although the weather is hot in May, the wheat wind at this time gives people a cool feeling. Under the eaves of the village, women are busy reeling silk with carts, making a sparse sound.

There was a bumper harvest of silkworms, and the cocoons of wild silkworms were no longer harvested, so these cocoons became autumn moths on the trees, flying among the leaves. After the wheat is harvested, it is piled up in baskets on the wheat field, and woven into silk cloth one by one and wrapped on the shaft. Farmers can confirm that this year's harvest is enough to pay government taxes.

I don't expect food at the entrance, and I don't expect silk to be left for clothes, but I can temporarily avoid going into town to sell calves. There is really no difference between food and clothing for farmers' families. As long as their families are not caught by the county government, it is a very happy thing.

6. Tian Shang described by Cui Daorong in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night.

People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.

Translation:

It has rained enough in the spring rain, so that even Gaotian is filled with white water. In order to compete for seeds, farmers braved the heavy rain and wore hemp fibers to farm in the middle of the night.

When people and cows are exhausted, it's still far from dawn.

7. Wild Old Songs of Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

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.

Translation:

The old peasants lived in poverty in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of land on the mountains. Miao pays less taxes, many people can't eat, and food is rotten to the ground by the income government.

At the end of the year, the hoe stopped in an empty room and told his son to go up the mountain to pick acorns. Xijiang merchants have countless precious jewels, and dogs on board often eat meat!

8. Guan Tian Jia by Wei in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Translation:

A fine spring rain is full of vitality, and a rumbling spring thunder is coming.

Farming families can have a few free days a year, and Tanaka's work has been very busy since the shock.

All the young people went to farm in the fields, and the yard was changed into a vegetable field.

When I come back from Tanaka, I often take my calf to the western mountain stream to drink water after sunset.

Hungry and hardworking farmers never complain, and a spring rain that is as expensive as oil makes them full of joy.

The granary has long run out of old grain, but the government's scheduling is endless.

Seeing farmers like this, I am deeply ashamed that I am a person who doesn't farm. My salary can all come from these farmers.

9. Yan's farmhouse in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

In the middle of the night, Hu Er was ploughing, and the cows couldn't walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

Translation:

In the middle of the night, the children were called up, and they were digging in the field before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and the more it dragged, the slower it dragged, and it was almost too tired to drag the plow.

Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.

10 yuan Feng Zizhen's "Parrot Song Farmers Thirst for Rain"

Original text:

It's a cow's back plow every year, and the most annoying thing recently is killing the farmer's father. Rice seedlings are just waiting for flowers to bloom, longing for blue sky and thunderstorms.

Hate the sunset, break Yu Hongnan. Looking at the three feet of rain in the world, watch a piece of idle clouds rise.

Translation:

Farming behind cows year after year has annoyed farmers these days. The rice seedlings are waiting for the flowers to germinate, and the seedlings are dying, but it doesn't rain on a sunny day.

Hateful heaven, regardless of people's desire for rain, let the sunset glow wash away the rainy Bai Hong, and colorful clouds float to the south. The farmers stared at the white clouds, hoping that it would rain three feet on the ground.