A poem describing poverty

There are some poems about working people in The Book of Songs, such as "Cutting Tan" in our Chinese textbook:

Kan Kan cut sandalwood, the river dried up, and the river was clear and rippling. No crops, 300. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county in Hu Zhaner's court? He is a gentleman, he is not a vegetarian!

Kan Kan is spreading, one side of the river is flowing, and the river is clear and real. No crops, 30 billion. No hunting, no hunting, is there a special county in Hu Zhan's court? He is a gentleman, and he is not a vegetarian!

Kan Kan cut the wheel, the river is flowing, and the river is clear and degenerate. If you don't get enough crops, you will get 300 crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county quail in Huzhanerting? He is a gentleman, but he is extraordinary!

There is also a famous song, selling charcoal Weng.

Bai Juyi

Selling charcoal Weng, chopping wood and burning charcoal halfway up the mountain.

His face was covered with dust and fireworks, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Wear clothes and eat in your mouth.

In rags, I am worried about charcoal and wish it were cold.

At night, it snowed a foot outside the city, and Xiao drove a charcoal car to roll the ice.

The cow was hungry and rested in the mud outside the south gate.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? The yellow messenger has a white shirt.

Take off the newspaper yourself and drive back to the north.

A load of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, it's a pity that an imperial envoy.

Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, and the cow's head is filled with charcoal.

There are also the abbreviations of Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells", namely: Xin 'an Official, Tongguan Official, Shi Haoguan, Wedding Farewell, Resignation and Homelessness. These six poems were written by Du Fu in a planned and arranged way in March, 759, the second year of Gan Yuan. In March of that year, the 600,000-strong army of the Tang Dynasty was defeated. The ruler carried out an unrestricted, unorganized and inhuman Rafe policy. Du Fu witnessed these phenomena with his own eyes and wrote these six poems with contradictory and painful feelings. This war is different from the militaristic war in Tianbao period, and it is an effort to save the country. Therefore, while exposing the darkness of military service, Du Fu cursed that "the world will be ruthless" and at the same time had to support this kind of military service. He sympathized with the people's suffering, but he also had to comfort and encourage those immature "middlemen" to go to the front with tears. Under the unbearable cruel oppression, people rushed to the battlefield, and some elderly women even gave their lives. While exposing the cruelty of the ruling class, Du Fu praised the broad masses of the people with infinite sympathy and gratitude. In "Three Farewells", Du Fu did not appear, because the whole story is a monologue of the characters. From the literary origin, Three Officials and Three Farewells inherited the styles of The Book of Songs and Han Yuefu, inspired Bai Juyi's new Yuefu, and were the pinnacle of Du Fu's realistic creation.

Don Li Shen

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If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death.

Secondly,

It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Tian Jia

Don Ni Zhong Yi

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.

In June, before the grain came out, the government repaired the warehouse.

Xun Xi Ji pin

-Dong Qing Yao

It's lucky to add an extra money when the rice is green and yellow.

February, the new April and May Valley, who are you working for?

Look at cutting wheat.

-Don Bai Juyi

In May, people are twice as busy as at home. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with long yellow. Women and children are full, and children are carrying pot pulp. They went to the fields with the soldiers, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. He was covered in rustic heat and his back was burning. He didn't know it was hot, but he regretted the long summer. Some poor women carry their children behind their backs. His right hand grabbed his ear and his left arm hung above the basket.