Poems about my love of labor (ancient poems about love of labor)

1. Ancient poems that love labor There are many poems about labor in The Book of Songs, the earliest collection of poems in China.

Among them, "Between Ten Mu" is a song about mulberry picking, which describes the scene of several young men meeting to watch girls picking mulberry, reflecting the joy of young people's labor. "Pepper Chat" is about a group of women who are singing while picking peppers, and they are full of yearning for future life. Ephedra Nan Zhou is a musical song of women picking plantain grass. There are also "Cutting Tan" and "July", all of which are poems describing the labor of the ancients. Most of the labor described in the poem is relaxed and happy, and it is full of life.

The Book of Songs is actually the creation of labor. People have accumulated a lot of labor experience in their lives, which has produced these great chapters. At the same time, labor creates people, which is also people's own needs. Labor can be seen everywhere in ancient poetry.

There is a poem in Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers" in the Tang Dynasty: "Weeding is noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. "

This poem is about the hardships of labor, and the fruits of labor are hard to come by. It teaches us to love labor since childhood and to cherish the fruits of labor. Luo Yin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, said in his poem Bee: "No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, it occupies infinite scenery.

After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? "This is actually an allegorical poem, praising the noble character of bees' hard work and implying the glory of labor. Bai Juyi's five-character ancient poem "Looking at Cutting Wheat" describes labor in this way: "The family is less idle, and many people are busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Aunt takes care of the rice, and the child takes care of the pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Miangang. 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. "This poem describes women taking their children to the fields and delivering food and water to men who are harvesting wheat. These farmers bury their heads in the wheat fields, fumigate in the hot summer and bake on their backs in the scorching sun. They are tired but don't feel hot. They just cherish the long summer days and can do more work.

This poem truly depicts the hard life scene of the wheat harvester, and is saturated with deep concern and sympathy for the workers. Zhuangzi's book definitely cultivates labor, among which "Horseshoe Chapter" says: "He has constancy, weaving and clothing, plowing and eating, which is called concentric". Weaving and clothing, plowing and eating, shows that labor is a virtue and instinct of human beings.

Tao Yuanming's pastoral poems not only describe his own cultivation, but also put forward a new view on the significance of labor. He said in the poem "When Geng Xu was nineteen years old, he harvested early rice in the West in September": "Life belongs to the right path, and food and clothing are abundant, but why not do it, but seek self-protection", that is to say, everyone has to work hard on his own, how can he do nothing? Labor creates beauty, and beauty comes from labor. Labor in ancient poetry is rich and colorful. Judging from the rhyme of the ancients, hardworking and simple people are full of love for labor and yearning for a better tomorrow.

The labor in ancient poetry makes us feel happy, get happiness in labor, and make us wise and glorious today.

2. Here are five ancient poems about labor:

1. April Day by Weng Juan, a poet in the Song Dynasty.

Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,

In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April.

Only when sericulture is planted in the field.

The definition is that the hillside fields are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

2. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Poems.

Tilling during the day, numb at night,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

It is weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp at home at night. Both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

3. Looking at the Sunny Farmhouse by the Tang Dynasty poet Yong.

I heard that the wind and rain in the west were in Qin.

Let Zephyr come back sooner or later.

White-haired old farmers stand out,

Look at the clouds high in the wheat field.

It is said that it will rain when the west wind blows in Qin. 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. Weeding by Li Shen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

When weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped on the ground.

Who knows Chinese food,

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.

The definition is that farmers are working hard, just at noon, sweat drops into the soil under the grain. Who knows that every meal on the plate is the hard work of farmers.

5. Return to the Garden by the Jin Dynasty poet Tao Yuanming.

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.

There is my bean field at the foot of the south hillside. There are many weeds in the field, but the bean seedlings grow sparsely. Get up at dawn in the morning to mow the grass in the field, and go home to rest with a hoe in the moonlight at night. Tall vegetation covered the narrow field path, and dew wet my clothes. It doesn't matter whether the clothes are wet or not, as long as it doesn't go against my original intention.

3. The Encyclopedia of Ancient Poetry praises labor 1, "Benevolence for Agriculture" hoes and sweats at noon in Tang Dynasty.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? 2, "Looking at Mai Niang" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is 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 loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with 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 a child 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.

Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

3, "Returning to the Garden" Dong Yuanming planted beans in Shannan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings. 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.

4. Song Fancheng's performance in the daytime and night, and the children in the village are the masters. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

5, "Farmer" Don 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.

6, "Selling Charcoal Weng" Tang Baijuyi sells Charcoal Weng, reducing salary and burning 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. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.

7. "Fisherman on the River" Song Fan Zhongyan came and went on the river, but he loved the beauty of bass. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.

8, "Farmhouse Looking at the Clear Sky" tasted 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.

9, "Back 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian" Tang Du Du Du Fu Ling has cloth clothes, and the boss is embarrassed. What a fool to make a promise! Steal Xiaomi and the deed.

It is actually an autumn, and the bald head is generous. The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.

If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat. The jar that makes fun of classmates is very fierce.

Not without rivers and seas, send the sun and the moon smartly; When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more. Is there a lack of corridors and temples now? The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win.

Gu Wei is an ant family, but he seeks his own point; Hu Weiwei craves whales and wants to suppress the Bohai Sea? Therefore, my understanding of physiology is wrong, and I am ashamed to do it alone. Have you put up with dust so far? Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival.

Drinking and chatting are adaptive, and singing is broken. At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks.

It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night. First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't stick straight.

I passed Mount Li in the morning and crawled on the couch. Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery.

Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia. The monarch and the minister stay for fun, and the music moves the Yinjiao Pavilion.

Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown. All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women.

Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que. The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country.

If I suddenly understand, will you abandon this thing? Toastmasters are in the imperial court, and benevolent people should tremble! I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room. Nave dancing fairy, misty as jade.

Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat. Advise the guests to make camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses orange.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.

The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course. The water from the west is very high and abrupt.

Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu. He Liang is lucky, and the sound of branches is heard.

Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross. My wife is in a different county, and the snow is ten mouths apart.

Who can ignore it for long? Ordinary to * * * hungry. The novice smells the wolf howling, and the youngest son is hungry! I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.

Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end. I don't know the autumn harvest, but poverty is hasty.

When you are born tax-free, you don't want to conquer. The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.

Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away. Worry stops in the south, and Hongdong can't be ignored.

Poor girl, Don Qin Taoyu, her fingers are beautifully embroidered, but she can't compare with the painted eyebrows. Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others.

1 1, "April in the Country" In Song Dynasty, Weng Juan was covered with mountains and green fields, and it was raining in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

4. Poems about labor The ancient poems about labor are summarized as follows.

1, "National Wind, Qi Feng, July"

Fire is full in July, and clothes are given in September.

The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.

No clothes, no brown, why did you die?

On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.

With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south!

This is a very old agricultural poem and a magnificent agricultural map, which describes the working life of farmers all year round and records the agricultural knowledge and production experience at that time.

2. "Return to the Garden"

Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

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.

This poem is simple and natural, fresh and simple, concise and sincere. Express the poet's love for rural life and enjoy the comfort and ease of rural labor.

3. Lingyangxi to Setan, Xia Jing County

Tang Libai

The flowing water in Setan is endless, and apes are running on both sides of the mountain.

The waves of the stream are like snow, and it is impossible to cross the boat in the water.

Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.

The last two sentences of this poem, "A fisherman breaks a million poles", are the main theme of the whole poem, showing the dangerous and hard life and struggle spirit of the working people.

4. "Compassion for farmers"

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?

This poem vividly depicts the scene of farmers working hard under the scorching sun. It tells us that it is not easy to get food by dripping sweat.

5. Song of Autumn Pu

Tang Libai

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.

This poem positively describes and praises the hard work of smelting workers, and between the lines reflects the author's praise for them.

6. Garden work in spring

Don

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.

Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

This poem is about the prosperity of spring and the joy of working people, and the ending expresses the poet's attachment to his hometown.

7. Agricultural Ballads

Song Fang Yue

Rain has passed through Sangyan Village, and birds are singing at the top of the forest at sunset.

The green skirt is talking to the old man from a distance. This year, the silkworm is still awake.

I'm worried because the silkworm wakes up. Everyone who has raised silkworms knows that silkworms don't molt and grow up without sleep, just like crops can't be harvested. Of course, farmers talk about farming when they meet.

8. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence

Song Xin qi Ji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

This word describes the beautiful farm life vividly, vividly and vividly, and has a strong flavor of life, which shows the author's love for peaceful and quiet life in rural areas.

5. Poems that love labor:

1, "Guiyuan"

Dynasty: Eastern Jin Dynasty

Author: Tao Yuanming

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.

Translation:

Beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan, with lush grass and sparse bean seedlings.

Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.

The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening.

It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.

2. "Compassion for farmers"

Dynasty: Mid-Tang Dynasty

Author: 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?

Translation:

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?

3. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies"

Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Fan Chengda

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.

Translation:

Cutting land during the day and rubbing hemp at night, both men and women on the farm do their own things.

Children don't know how to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons under the shade of mulberry trees.

4. "Look at the wheat cutting"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: 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.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

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.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Translation:

Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier.

At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow.

Women use bamboo baskets to pick food and children's hand-held pots to hold water.

Follow each other to deliver food in the fields, and the men who collect wheat are all in Nangang.

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.

I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms.

He held the picked ears of wheat in his right hand and hung a broken basket in his left arm.

Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her.

Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger.

What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture.

Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year.

I am ashamed to think of these things, and I will never forget them day and night.

5. April in the country

Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Weng Juan

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.

Translation:

The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving.

April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

6.bees

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Luo Yin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

Translation:

Whether in the plain or at the top of the mountain, beautiful spring scenery is occupied by bees.

After picking flowers and making honey, I don't know who to work hard for and who to be sweet for.

6. The complete collection of ancient poems about labor, National Wind Hurricane July, has fire in July and clothes in September.

The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce. No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.

With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south! This is a very old agricultural poem and a magnificent agricultural map, which describes the working life of farmers all year round and records the agricultural knowledge and production experience at that time. "Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The grass was full of beans and the seedlings were sparse.

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. This poem is simple and natural, fresh and simple, concise and sincere.

Express the poet's love for rural life and enjoy the comfort and ease of rural labor. "Lingyangxi to Sedan in Xia Jing County" Tang Li Bai's Sedan is noisy, and both mountains are apes.

The waves of the stream are like snow, and it is impossible to cross the boat in the water. Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.

The last two sentences of this poem, "A fisherman breaks a million poles", are the main theme of the whole poem, showing the dangerous and hard life and struggle spirit of the working people. Benevolence for Agriculture In Li Shen, Tang Dynasty, at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? This poem vividly depicts the scene that farmers work hard in the fields under the scorching sun, and only by sweating like rain can they harvest grain after grain, telling us that grain is hard to come by.

"Song of Autumn Pus" shines on the sky and the red star is in purple smoke. On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.

This poem positively describes and praises the hard work of smelting workers, and between the lines reflects the author's praise for them. "Pastoral Spring" Tang family, spring pigeons sing, apricot flowers are white at the edge of the village.

Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. This poem is about the prosperity of spring and the joy of working people, and the ending expresses the poet's attachment to his hometown.

"Agricultural Ballad" Song Fangyue rained over Sanglin Village, and birds sang in the forest at sunset. The green skirt is talking to the old man from a distance. This year, the silkworm is still awake.

I'm worried because the silkworm wakes up. Everyone who has raised silkworms knows that silkworms don't molt and grow up without sleep, just like crops can't be harvested. Of course, farmers talk about farming when they meet.

"Qingpingle Village Residence" is Song Xin level 7, with low eaves and green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. This word describes the beautiful farm life vividly, vividly and vividly, and has a strong flavor of life, which shows the author's love for peaceful and quiet life in rural areas.

"Spring Pastoral Miscellanies" Song Fancheng's earth stickers were frequently urged by the rain, and a hundred flowers blossomed; Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall. The spring rain is continuous, and everything is revived, which makes people shine.

The description of flowers is exaggerated but vivid. The neighbor's whipping bamboo shoots through the wall is simply a portrayal of a harmonious society. Not only whipping bamboo shoots, but also fruit vines inside the partition wall and melons outside the wall often occur.

Neighbors will send it specially, and the owner will share it with neighbors. "Small Garden" Song Luyou The tobacco in the small garden is connected to the neighbor's house, and the mulberry is shaded.

Before lying down and reading the final volume of Tao poetry, hoe melons in the light rain. Lu You, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was the most prolific poet in the history of China. He also wrote many poems describing rural productive labor.

For example, writers live in seclusion in a small garden, finish reading pottery poems and take part in the work of hoeing melons in light rain. This is a typical wind of seclusion and the result of learning from Tao Yuanming. April in the Country In the Song Dynasty, all the mountains and plains in Weng Juan were green, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. In a fresh and lively style, this poem depicts the charming scenery in the early summer in the rural areas of the south of the Yangtze River and expresses the poet's love for rural life.

"Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" Song Sushi is old in spring. When will spring clothes change? The winding water is low, the banana leaves are steady, the dance is soft and gentle, and the singing is smooth. After a light rain, there is no impulse to plow.

A hundred tongues are speechless, peaches and plums are exhausted, and birds are singing in the depths of Zhelin. Spring belongs to radish.

This word describes a vivid rural scenery and life. People in the countryside are so simple and sincere, and the scenery in the countryside is so fresh and beautiful, which will naturally lead to the poet's seclusion.

7. What poems do students like to write? -Bai Juyi. The following are seven verses posted on May Day International Labor Day. -"May 1 International Labor Day"/The dream of flying into the ground came true, and Qian Shan was covered with water and silver.

Flowers are like flowers, and life is beautiful. Workers and peasants all over the world admire them. Understanding of the Seven Laws of Labor Day "5, 1"/Sparrow owners draw centuries with masters, and spring, summer, autumn and winter are different.

Hungry and cold, the weather is fixed, and the song and dance are rising. Yushu mourns the tears of the mountains and the moon, and Pujiang wipes the beautiful scenery.

Fireworks are gorgeous and scattered with the wind, and workers still come back late at night. Seven laws celebrate Labor Day/Shen Xianmo's New Clothes in Time and Space, and labor songs are everywhere.

Tiger steps and dragons, lofty aspirations, human fragrance. The history of civilization is industrious, and the sweat of a happy life is solid.

Give praise to people and enjoy glory in troubled times. The swordsman storm has sprung up in Juanzhi City, and it is in full swing.

Vast and stormy, five continents form an alliance. Dare to do worse, fulfill the wishes of the people, defend human rights to the death, and take the old road.

Don't let evil spirits spit fog again, let the past year be eventful. Seven Laws "May Day International Labor Day" Feeling/Illusion Jia Qiao spent 30 years in luxury, but his efforts were doubled.

The snowy moon is full of dreams, and food, clothing, housing and transportation all depend on Sang Ma. Hymns are always written in praise of cleanliness, and indifferent tea is often brewed in huts.

Long-term negative castle peak does not regret, still have no conscience of the country and home.

8. There are ancient poems about labor. At noon, sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Returning to the garden at the foot of Nanshan to plant beans, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

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. See wheat cutting, Bai Juyi, Tian Jia, less leisure, twice as busy as people 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. Changyu's silkworm wife entered the city yesterday and came back with tears in her eyes.

Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. 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.