Labor poetry

1, at noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil. Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

Appreciation: Compassion for Farmers by Li Shen. 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. 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?

The poet summed up the hard work of farmers in the vast fields of spring planting and autumn harvest with a vivid image. The poet compares a grain of grain to a drop of sweat, which is meticulous, vivid and appropriate.

In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, only raising silkworms and planting fields.

Appreciation: April Day by Weng Juan in Song Dynasty. It means: April is the busiest time in the countryside. Just after that, sericulture will be transplanted again. In early summer, farmers are busy planting mulberry, raising silkworms, storing water and transplanting rice, showing the scene of busy farming everywhere. In the midst of busyness and tension, there is a calm and quiet bearing.

3, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.

Appreciation: Tian Shang from Cui Daorong. It rained so hard that even Gaotian was covered with white water. The farmer put on a straw coat and went to farm at midnight. People and cows are exhausted, and the sky in the east is still not bright. This poem describes a farmer working hard in the middle of the night on a rainy day.

4, full of steaming rust, burning back and burning the sky, tired but not knowing the heat, but regretting the long summer.

Appreciation: from Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting". Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun. Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer.

This poem criticizes the heavy taxes that caused the people's poverty, and feels deeply guilty about being able to have enough food and clothing without doing anything, showing the humanitarian spirit of a conscientious feudal official.