Poems of hard work

Labor is not necessarily to meet the needs of life, but also to enrich oneself. The following is a poem about hard work that I collected for you. I hope it will help you!

Diligence. Poetry 1 "Looking at Wheat Cutting" Tang 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.

Chu River Don 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?

Zhang Yu, the "Silkworm Girl" in the Northern Song Dynasty

I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.

Compassion for Peasants Tang

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.

Two bitter poems, Returning to the Garden, are one of Tao Jin's poems.

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Tao Yuanming, the second Jin Dynasty to return to the Garden.

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. Cover the door during the day, thinking about wine.

When there are many people in the market, grass grows all over it. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Tao Yuanming, the third Jin Dynasty to return to the Garden.

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.

Tao Yuanming returned to the Garden for the fourth time in the Jin Dynasty.

Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment. Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, unwilling to live in the past. There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.

Excuse me, whoever gets paid is different. The wage earners told me that there was no death.

Abandon the city for a lifetime, really. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Tao Yuanming, the fifth person to return to the garden in Jin Dynasty.

Regret alone, rugged calendar. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game. When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.

The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.

Hard-working poem 3 "Looking at the Sunny Farmhouse" Tang Yongyuzhi

Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later. White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.

"Poor girl" Don Qin Taoyu

Her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows. Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others.

Bai Juyi of Maitan Wengtang

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.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany in Southern Song Dynasty

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Hard-working poem 4 "Traveling to Shanxi Village" The Land Journey in Song Dynasty

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Meng Haoran, a pastoral work in Tang Dynasty

The disadvantages are separated from the dust, but the first thing is to promote the sky. Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted.

Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet. It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu.

Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day. I admire swans in the sky and compete for food.

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

April in rural Weng Juan in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Guantian Wei Jia Wu Ying in Tang Dynasty

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.

Seven pastoral poems by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

Come to the spring when drinking, and relax when holding the piano. The South Garden is exposed, and the East Valley is at night.

Hard-working poem 5 "Elegance of Yulan Shashan"

Song Lu Bing

Sha Li Shanjun, this is the urgent task of farming in every village.

I'm ashamed that all the needles are out of the bed.

The wind is slanting, the rain is sunny, and the wheat is yellow and cold.

Mrs. Qiao Gengfu, draw a picture of this year's birthday.

Tian She.

Fan Song Chengda

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.

farmhouse

Don Young is in people.

In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.

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

Tianjiahang

Don Wang Jian

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 villagers said they didn't care about eating well, and thought that as long as the county government was not involved in the case, that was the greatest happiness.

Beat wheat

Zhang Song Shunmin

Beat wheat, Pumbaa, the sound is in Shannan.

In April, when the sun rises from the northeast, it is still green from the sea.

It's Tian Xin's turn that the wheat is ripe.

Bitter pills make people sleepless at night, and bamboo chickens call rain clouds like ink.

A big woman has a sickle in her waist and a basket in her hand.

Smooth the upper ridge first, and then tie the lower ridge.

Tian Jia takes pleasure in suffering and dares to burn his head!

The temples recommended by the nobles have been tasted new, and the wine cellar is elegant and close to the clubhouse;

At the end of the song, I was tired of treating child servants. Believe it or not, Tian Jia never entered the lips!

Lose public taxes and compete for citizens.

Wheat and autumn are in an emergency, growing crops, abundant young, and fierce years.

Tian Jia's efforts are helpless!

Beat this wheat word and make it a song of transplanting rice seedlings.

Xing Wu's miscellaneous poems

Qingruanyuan

At the turn of the four rivers, the city is inclined and scattered into thousands of streams all over the house.

Plant water chestnut in the depths, rice in the depths and lotus in the depths.

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Don

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .