A poem about weeding in the morning and sweating in the afternoon.

Poetry about weeding 1. Ancient poems and weeding poems.

Minnong

Li Shen

Chuholdan w incarnation

Weeding is at noon,

Han dexia t incarnation

Sweat dripped down the soil.

Endless words

Who knows the food on the plate,

kǔ

Every grain is bitter.

Author background

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Annotation explanation

He: He Miao.

Chinese food on a plate: food in a bowl.

Modern Translation of Ancient Poetry

At noon, when farmers were weeding hard, sweat dripped into the soil under the ears of grain. Who knows that every meal on the plate is the hard work of farmers.

Appreciation of Famous Sentences-"Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?"

The beginning of the poem reminds people of the hard work of farmers in the hot noon, and expresses deep sympathy and respect for farmers. In a very rough style, the poet outlined a scene of working in the field: farmers are not avoiding the scorching sun, but working in a sweat, reminding people that every grain is hard to come by. This scene is very prominent in the poem, and it can also remind us that how many people are enjoying the fruits of farmers' labor in the shade? Those rich people's rich "meals on the plate" are just the sweat of farmers working hard in the wind and rain and under the scorching sun! This sharp contrast shows us the poet's sympathy for the peasants and his dissatisfaction with the unequal reality.

2. Translation of excerpts from ancient poems and sentences

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Be kind to agriculture [1] 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?

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?

Benign agriculture [second] 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 field in the world that is not cultivated, but the farmers who cultivate it still starve to death.

3. The last four sentences of the poem "Hoe" are

Sweat dripped into the soil.

Who would have thought that you could harvest a lot of food in autumn without wasteland?

In the world, weeding at noon, sweat dripping down the soil.

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

Two ancient poems/two poems of compassion

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.

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?

translate

As long as a seed is sown in spring, farmers will still work under the scorching sun, and the rice in our bowl will starve to death.

Midsummer noon