Life is beautiful because of labor, and beauty is wonderful because of hard work. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda described the scene of farmers beating rice all night in Four Seasons: "Laughter is like thunder, and flail sounds bright all night." Write the joy of farmers' harvest and the joy of labor. In another poem of his own with the same name, there is a cloud: "During the day, there is a good show at night, and the children in the village take care of each other." Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn from mulberry trees to grow melons. "He also described several interesting farm production scenes, such as men plowing fields, women weaving hemp, and children learning to grow melons. Li Bai wrote countless poems in his life and handed down nearly a thousand poems. He has a poem "Qiupu Song: Fire shines on heaven and earth": "Fire shines on heaven and earth, and red stars are everywhere. On a moonlit night, the song moves the cold Sichuan. "This is a poem that describes and praises smelters positively. It is rare in China's voluminous classical poems, so it is precious. Through just 20 words, we can easily feel the hardships of smelting workers and the praise between the lines of the author.
May is a busy season for wheat harvest. Ripe wheat stings like a golden ocean. The breeze blew and rustled. Bai Juyi wrote in his famous poem "Looking at Wheat Cutting": "Tian Jia 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 how hot it is, but the summer is long. " It describes the scene of women taking their children to the fields to deliver food and water to young people who are cutting wheat. Hard-working young and middle-aged farmers cut wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, their feet were fumigated by the heat, and their backs were baked by the scorching sun. They are exhausted and don't feel hot. They just cherish the long summer and can do more farm work. Agree 2| Comment
2. Poems about laborers: 1, Mohe Tang 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?
2. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the Northern Song River
People on the river. But I like perch beauty. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
3. Zhang Yu, the silkworm wife of the Northern Song Dynasty
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
4. Bai Juyi watches mowing grass and selling soup
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.
5. Benjamin Tang Nong 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.
3. Praise the laborers' ancient poems about wheat harvesting: Bai Juyi's time: Tang genre: Five ancient categories: unknown family members are less idle, 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 a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their 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. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Note: This poem was written by Yuan He when he was the county governor (now Zhouzhi, Shaanxi) in the second year (807). This is the author's famous satirical poem in his early days. This poem is clear in narration, natural in structure, clear in hierarchy and strong in logic.
At the beginning of the poem, the background is explained first, indicating that May is the busy season for wheat harvest. Then write down that women lead their children to the fields to give food and water to young people who are cutting wheat.
Later, it described young farmers cutting wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, fumigating their feet with the heat, and baking their backs in the hot sun. They are tired and don't feel hot, but they just cherish the long days in summer and can do more work. At this point, the farmer's hard work has been strongly demonstrated.
Then I described another sad scene: a poor woman, with a child in her arms and a broken basket in her hand, was picking wheat by the wheat harvester. Why are you picking wheat? Because her family's fields have "lost all taxes"-sold to pay the palace tax, and now there is no land to plant and no wheat to harvest, so we have to rely on wheat to satisfy our hunger.
These two scenes are intertwined, with both differences and connections: the former reveals the hardships of farmers, while the latter reveals heavy taxes. Since heavy taxes have made poor women lose their fields, they will also make this peasant family who is cutting wheat lose their fields.
Today's wheat pickers are yesterday's wheat pickers; Today's wheat harvesters may become tomorrow's wheat harvesters. Strong irony is self-evident.
The poet linked the pain of farmers' life with the ease of his own life, feeling ashamed and unable to calm down for a long time. This lyric text is the essence of the whole poem.
It is the product of the author's touching feelings and shows the poet's deep sympathy for the working people. Bai Juyi wrote satirical poems with the aim of "only making people sick, and I hope the emperor knows."
In this poem, he made a sharp contrast between the peasants and himself as a court official with his own personal feelings, that is, he hoped that the "son of heaven" was affectionate and tactful, which could be described as well-intentioned. Bai Juyi is the master of art who is best at writing narrative poems.
His narrative poems can fully express people's feelings and things, and write the events described in them in twists and turns. Moreover, his narrative poems always contain the revelation of the soul, so they always contain feelings.
Although he didn't write much in Watching the Wheat Harvest, he vividly described the hard and painful life scenes of the wheat harvesters and gleaner during the summer harvest. Not only wrote things, but also wrote hearts, including the author's own heart and the hearts of working people.
The poet's heartstrings were obviously shaken and trembled by the tragic scene he heard and witnessed, so he raised his pen to express his feelings directly, and his lines were full of sympathy and pity for the workers. Poems such as "It's full of rustic heat, which makes my back burn" and "My land has lost all taxes, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger" contain the author's sympathy and pity! Therefore, in the narrative of this poem "Looking at Wheat", there is the infiltration of the author's feelings and the beating of his heart, and the author's heart is integrated with what he tells.
What is commendable is that while describing the working people, the author can also truly write the voices of the working people, especially depicting the abnormal psychology of the working people in a certain situation and profoundly revealing the theme of the poem. In The Charcoal Man, "Poor man's clothes are simple, but he is worried about charcoal, wishing it would be cold", describing the abnormal psychology of the old man who sells charcoal because of food and clothing.
"I don't know the heat when I'm exhausted, but I regret the long summer" in "Watching Wheat Cutting" is also a kind of abnormal psychology. This description depicts the working people's hearts in detail and goes deep into the details.
The perfect unity of writing and writing in poetry is more shocking than the general unity of narrative and lyric. Bai Juyi is also an expert in using contrast techniques.
In his poetry creation, he not only compared the poverty and kindness of the working people with the luxury tyranny of the landlord class, but also compared his own comfort with the poverty of the working people. After writing about the hardships and pains of farmers in the hot summer, the poet also thought of himself, feeling that he had no "merit" and "didn't work for farmers and mulberry", but he was paid "three hundred stones" and still had "surplus grain" by the end of the year, so he was "ashamed of it and couldn't forget it every day".
It was very rare for poets to take the initiative to compare with farmers at that time. This contrast is really novel, accurate, commendable and thought-provoking, which shows the ideological height of this poem.
At noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows, every grain of food is hard. Silkworm Girl ① [Song] Zhang Yu ② entered the city yesterday, and ③ returned with tears in her face. (4) Those covered by Luo Qi (6) are not sericulturists.
Note ① Silkworm (c2n) female-a woman who keeps silkworms. Silkworm, an insect, spits silk as an important textile raw material, which is mainly used for spinning silks and satins.
② Zhang Yu (Y *), a poet in the Song Dynasty. The year of birth and death is unknown.
Few words are stupid. Pixian, Yizhou (now Pixian, Sichuan) people.
In his later years, he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan, calling himself Mr. Baiyun. His works include White Clouds.
(3) the city-doing business, buying and selling goods. This refers to selling silk.
Towels-handkerchiefs or other small pieces of cloth are used for wiping. All over the body
6. Luo Qi (Q! )-the floorboard of silk fabrics. Luo, plain or thin silk.
Silk fabrics with patterns or patterns. In poetry, it refers to clothes made of silk.
A woman who lives in the countryside and raises silkworms for a living went to the city to sell silk yesterday. When she came back, she was in tears, and the sad tears even soaked the towel.
Because the people she saw wearing beautiful silk clothes in the city were not silkworm farmers who worked as hard as her! Not many people appreciate Zhang Yu's poems, but this "Silkworm Girl" makes him happy.
4. Ancient poetry praises labor. When watching wheat cutting, the county magistrate Bai Juyi is less idle in the month and 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. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man, a masterpiece. 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. "Farmers" hoe crops at noon, sweating and dripping grain; Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road freezes the bones. But which of them cried the most? ? Sima Lan in the river is wet.
5. Sentences praising laborers.
1, life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, everything comes from our hard work and ordinary work, and labor is so silent.
2. The world is so wonderful, life is so beautiful, because of you-hardworking worker and the greatest person!
It is the days that flow away like running water. Memories are increasingly mottled by time, but people have not forgotten this scene. "May Day International Labor Day" became a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
4. In May, in this spring season, it is a day of thunder and heavy rain, and the geese flying south waded home; It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe.
6. In May full of true feelings, hold your hand full of cocoons due to labor, send my sincere wishes and listen to the hymn of your labor.
9. When you enter the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, hear the communication between books and people, smell the sweat of teachers, and the labor of knowledge becomes greater.
1 1. When you sit in a car and enjoy personal mobility, when you sit in a bus and enjoy public welfare, when you sit on a distant boat and enjoy a chic journey, when you fly into the blue sky and make the world smaller, you can know the beauty of labor.
12, the spattered steel flower can't see the original trace on the roaring machine tool building. Workers, you hold up our lives with solid arms. You have brought us convenience with your solid work.
6. Ask for a poem describing the laborers at the bottom.
Noda's seedlings have withered by half.
The farmer's heart is like soup,
Grandson shook his fan.
In midsummer, the weather is dry and hot, and the sun is very hot, just like a burning flame. Under the strong sunshine barbecue, the immature crops in the field were scorched. The farmer watched eagerly that his crops would be lost and a year's hard work would go up in smoke. There will be no food to support the family in the future, and there will be heavy taxes on the body. How can I live? Their hearts are anxious, just like boiling water.
In the old society, the life of farmers was so painful, but the children of those noble families didn't work at all. They fattened themselves up by the blood and sweat of farmers. In the hot summer, they are very comfortable, their fans are shaking and it is raining.
This ancient folk song, with plain language and sharp contrast, vividly and profoundly reveals the different living conditions and different thoughts and feelings of the farmer and his son Wang Sun. It reflects the social phenomenon of inequality in feudal society.
Li Shihao
Author: Du Fu
At dusk, officials arrested people at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch.
Why are officials angry? Why do women cry?
After listening to his wife, he said, "Three men are guarding Yecheng.
One man attached a book, and two men died.
Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!
There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night.
If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. "
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
Autumn Li Bai (Part 14)
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
Appreciation of ancient poetry
Qiupu, in the west of Guichi County, Anhui Province, was one of the producing areas of silver and copper in the Tang Dynasty. In the 12th year of Tianbao (753), Li Bai wandered around here and wrote a set of poems "Song of Autumn Pu". This is the fourteenth of them. This is a poem that describes and praises smelting workers positively. It is rare among the vast classical poems in China, so it is precious.
The poem begins with "Fire shines on the heavens and the earth, and the red star spits purple smoke", showing a smelting scene with bright colors and warm atmosphere: the fire is raging, the red star splashes, the purple smoke transpires, and the vast world is illuminated by red flames. The poet used two seemingly ordinary words, "Zhao" and "Luan", but once refined into poetry, it made Yejing stand out. Through this vivid scene, it is not difficult to feel the novelty, excitement and wonder of the poet.
Then two sentences, "Lang night, Song moving cold Sichuan", turned to describe the image of smelting workers. With rough lines and a little outline, the poet's majestic and sturdy image of the smelter is vividly displayed on the paper. The word "Lang Lang" is novel and intriguing. "rhyme" originally refers to blushing because of shyness; Here refers to the fire reflecting the red face. From the word "Lang Lang", we can think of their strong physique and industrious, simple, enthusiastic, bold and optimistic personality. The end of the sentence "Song Dong Han Chuan" closed the characterization of the previous sentence. Smelters sing while working, and the loud singing makes the cold river ripple. What songs did they sing? If the poet doesn't add a little, readers can make all kinds of supplements and associations; Did this song really stir Hanchuan? Of course not. This is the poet's unique feeling, an exaggerated stroke, but extremely vivid. If the sentence "Lang Lang" only depicts the faces of smelting workers under the bright moon and fire, then this sentence reveals their inner world, their rich emotions and beautiful sentiments, and the lines are full of poets' admiration and praise.
This is a magnificent autumn night smelting map. Under the poet's ingenious pen, light, heat, sound and color are intertwined, and bright and dark, cold and hot, dynamic and static are in harmony, vividly showing the fiery labor scene and vividly shaping the image of ancient smelting workers. It is indeed an artistic treasure that radiates extraordinary splendour in the treasure house of ancient poetry.
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Fengluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Appreciation of ancient poetry
Where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees occupying it, whether it is the flat ground or the top of the mountain. Who are they busy for after they have collected all the flowers to make honey? Who do you brew mellow honey for? This poem praises the noble character of hard work of bees, and also implies the author's hatred and dissatisfaction with people who get something for nothing. This poem has several characteristics in artistic expression: it wants to seize the past and give it, but it is powerful; Narrative backchat, singing sighs and feelings; The meaning is profound and can be interpreted in two ways. This is an allegorical poem. The bees in the poem are millions of ordinary farmers in Qian Qian in feudal society. They worked hard for generations, but the fruits of their labor were finally plundered by the cleaners. "After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom?" The conclusion is rhetorical, which shows that the bees who make honey diligently work hard for years, but they get nothing for nothing, suggesting that the exploiters get nothing for nothing, making the meaning of the poem profound and powerful.
This poem expresses the author's cynical thoughts and feelings by describing the natural phenomenon of bees picking flowers and making honey for people to enjoy.
7. Poems praising laborers stand on the head of Red May.
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
suddenly
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
sunlight
rain and dew
spring breeze
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
Full of beautiful scenery
Under the fluttering notes
Singing the song of labor happily
Song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Take Xia Yun's hope.
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
Song of labor
Eternal singing
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Fruitful fruit
delicious
Fragrant and sweet
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
Began to form a long layer of green.
On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.
The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.
In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...
This is the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to their own workers
The truest hymn
8. Poems praising laborers: 1, Qiupu songs 17, 14th Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's fire shines everywhere.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley. Flames are blazing, red stars are splashing, purple smoke is transpiration, and the vast world is illuminated by red flames.
Copper smelters sing while working on a bright moon night. Their songs broke the silent night and shook the cold river. 2. Silkworm Girl Song: Zhang Yu entered the city yesterday and returned with tears.
All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. Yesterday I went to town to sell silk, and when I came back, tears soaked my towel.
Why are you so sad? I saw rich people dressed in silk and satin, but none of them were sericulturists. 3. The farmer looks at the sunny day in the Tang Dynasty: always taste 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. It was once said that it would rain when the west wind blows in Qin (now Shaanxi). Zephyr, when will you go back? The gray-haired old farmer stood on the highland of the wheat field for a long time, hoping that the dark clouds would disperse and the sun would reappear.
4, selling charcoal Weng Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi sold charcoal Weng, reduced salary and burned charcoal Nanshan. 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. Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.
An old man who sells charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in Nanshan all the year round. His face is covered with dust and smoke, his temples are gray and his fingers are black.
What is the money from selling charcoal for? In exchange for clothes and food. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal is worthless and hopes it will be colder.
It snowed a foot thick outside the city at night, and at dawn, he was driving a charcoal car rolling on the ice road to the market. The cow was tired and the man was hungry, but the sun had risen high, so he rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who are those two high-flying riders? They are eunuchs, eunuchs in the palace. Holding documents in their hands, they shouted the emperor's orders and shouted that cows would pull into the palace.
A load of charcoal, 1000 kilograms, the eunuchs insisted on washing it away, and the old man tried to give up, but he was helpless. Those people hung half a horse's red yarn and a piece of silk on the cow's head as money to buy charcoal.
5. Two ancient poems/two poems on agricultural benevolence and righteousness Li Shen planted a millet in spring and harvested 10,000 seeds 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? As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn.
All over the world, there are no fields that are not cultivated, and there are no fields that are not cultivated, but there are still farmers working, but they 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? .