Today is May 1st, Labor Day.
The Chinese nation has always been a nation that loves labor.
Three thousand years ago, the ancestors chanted: the sun rises and works, and the sun enters and breathes. Sink wells and drink, plough fields and eat.
More than 1,500 years ago, Tao Yuanming returned to the countryside and wrote: Morning Xingli is desolate, and returns with a moon lotus hoe.
More than 1,200 years ago, Bai Juyi wrote: The Tian family is less idle, and the people are busy in May.
Now, the teacher teaches us that labor is the most glorious.
Labor is engraved in the bones of Chinese, and in the diligent labor of the ancestors, only then can the Chinese nation live endlessly.
10 of the most beautiful labor poems, each capital is a classic, the most suitable for reading today!
1. The most simple labor poem: written at sunrise, breathed in and out of the day.
Kik Song
Pre-Qin Anon
The sun rises and the sun rises.
Sink wells and drink, plough fields and eat.
Dili is to me.
In ancient times, the ancestors worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, dug wells for drinking water, sorted out fields, planted grain, and looked forward to abundant grain.
After doing farm work, they would stop and rest, looking at the fruits of their labor, and they were satisfied: how comfortable such a day was, who would envy the power of the emperor?
See the beauty in nature, and see the peace in the simplicity. It is the characteristic of this little poem, and it is also the characteristic of the industrious ancestors for thousands of years.
Laborers are the most glorious, and labor makes life more relaxed.
2, the most leisurely labor poem: morning rise to rationalize the absurdity, with the moon lotus hoe return.
Guiyuan Tianju · The third
Wei Jin Tao Yuanming
Plant beans under the south mountain, grass full of beans seedlings are thin.
Morning Xingli is desolate, with the moon lotus hoe return.
The road is narrow and long, and the dew stains my clothes.
The clothes are not enough to be sorry, but the wish is not broken.
Unwilling to bend over for wudoumi, Tao Yuan resigned from the post of Pengze County Ling in anger.
Back in the countryside, everything has to be done by yourself. Tao Yuanming planted beans under the South Mountain, and the wild grass in the field was sparse. Get up early in the morning to go down to the ground to remove weeds, and go home at night in the moonlight.
Even if he was tired, even if the dew wet his clothes, he was still happy in his heart.
Eat with your own hands, and even your soul is at peace.
3, the most naïve labor poem: Tong Sun did not solve the cultivation and weaving, but also learned to plant melons.
Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous · Its Seven
Song Fan Chengda
Day out of the field and night, the sons and daughters of the village are in charge.
Tong Sun did not solve the cultivation and weaving, and also learned to plant melons in The Sang Yin.
There is a saying: the children of the poor are in charge of the house. In rural areas, this situation is most prevalent.
Fan Chengda described the peasant family: during the day to hoe grass in the field, at night at home to rub twine, men and women in the village have their own housework. Although the children could not cultivate the fields and weave cloth, they also learned to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
At a young age, I learned to share the labor of the family, and it is gratifying that innocence and curiosity coexist.
4, the most beautiful labor poem: silkworm affairs are busy with agricultural emergencies, I don't know who is the spring color?
East Horse
Song Zhu Shuzhen
A piece of grass is green, and the living water wears flowers to protect the field.
Silkworm affairs are busy with agricultural affairs, I don't know who is the spring color for?
During the busy season of farming, the countryside is idyllic and the scenery is unlimited.
The east horse is lush with greenery and flowers, and the living water flows through it, quietly moisturizing the farmland. It is the busy season of sericulture farmers, and I don't know who this beautiful spring color is for?
All the beautiful scenery is created by the laborer, and all the beautiful scenery is the achievement of the laborer.
5. The most ashamed labor poem: Now I have no merit, and I have not done anything about Nongsang.
Watch the wheat
Don Bai Juyi
The Tian family is less idle, and in May, people are busy.
At night, the south wind rises, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The woman eats lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp,
He went with Yu Tian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
Foot steaming summer earthy, back burning hot skylight,
I don't know the heat, but the summer is long.
There is a poor woman, and a son by her side,
The right hand is left with a spike, and the left arm is hanging from the basket.
Listen to what they say, and the hearers are saddened.
The family field has lost all taxes, and it is full of hunger.
Now I have no merit, and I have not done anything to Nongsang.
There are three hundred stones in the official, and there is surplus grain in the old Yan.
I am ashamed of myself and cannot forget it for the rest of my life.
In may of the lunar calendar, it is the season of wheat harvest, and the croppers are the busiest.
Young and middle-aged farmers cut wheat with their heads bowed in the Nangang wheat field, the heat under their feet is fumigated, and the sun is baking on their backs, they are tired and exhausted, they do not feel hot, but cherish the summer day length to be able to do more work.
I thought that the wheat harvester was already very hard, but I did not expect that a poor woman with a child was picking ears of wheat to fill her hunger.
Seeing the hard life of the peasants, Bai Juyi felt very ashamed.
The laborer is the most beautiful, but the laborer is also the hardest, and he deserves all the respect.
6. The most thought-provoking labor poem: When people do not understand the hardships of farmers, they will be said to be born on their own.
Farm
Don Yan Renyu
In the middle of the night, Hu'er took advantage of the dawn to cultivate, and the cattle were powerless to gradually move.
When people do not understand the hardships of farmers, they will be said to be self-generated by Tanaka Valley.
In the middle of the night, they shouted at the children, and when the sky was just breaking, they hurried to plough the fields, and the thin old cattle were weak and weak, and they were pulling a plough and walking hard in the fields. Ordinary people do not know the hard work of farmers, and they think that the rice in the field grows naturally.
Behind all the good results, it is obtained with countless hard work.
There is no fruit that falls from heaven, only the harvest that is achieved by hard work.
7, the most beautiful labor word: jiangguo is cold and agricultural late. In the north of the village and the south of the village, the valley rain has only been ploughed everywhere.
Butterflies love flowers
Song Fan Chengda
Spring rises and adds to the water.
Yerba Buena geese, green and breezy shore.
Painting the Bay of Yuyi hundred turns. Hengtang Pagoda is close to the front.
Jiangguo is cold and late.
In the north of the village and the south of the village, the valley rain has only been ploughed everywhere.
Xiu Mai Liangang Mulberry Leaf Mean. Take a look at the new cocoons of the noodles.
When labor takes place in the land of Jiangnan, it is also full of poetry.
In Jiangnan Water Town, the spring cold is also late for agricultural affairs. In the north of the village, in the south of the village, during the rainy season of the valley, the plough broke through the soil and cultivated the fields everywhere. Spring wheat has been knotted with the wind and undulating hills, the mulberry trees on the hill are luxuriant, the mulberry leaves sell at a very low price, and in the blink of an eye, you can taste new noodles and collect new cocoons.
All happiness can be obtained by labor, and all suffering can be liberated by labor.
8, the most philosophical labor poem: six pure square into rice, backward is originally forward.
Planting songs
Five generations of chi this
Holding the green seedlings in his hand to plant a blessed field, he looked down and saw the sky in the water.
The six pure squares became rice, and the retreat turned out to be forward.
In the planting of seedlings, the truth can also be realized.
The farmer planted rice, held a handful of green seedlings in his hand, bowed his head, and stepped backwards step by step into the paddy field, seeing the blue sky reflected in the water.
When planting seedlings, retreating is an advance, implying that people are treated in the world, and if they can always and everywhere, humility and endure, and practice the method of taking a step back, they will move forward on the journey of seeking the Tao.
Every point paid in labor is a stored value for the future.
9, the freshest labor poem: women and aunts call each other to bathe silkworms, idly look at the gardenia flowers in the atrium.
Rain over the mountain village
Don Wang Jian
In the rain, the chickens chirped one or two, and the Zhuxi Village Road Banqiao sloped.
The woman and the nun summoned the silkworm to go and idly watch the gardenia flowers in the atrium.
It was a small mountain village with a few chicken chirps, a farmhouse or two.
The farmers are very industrious, the farming is also very busy, and when it rains, the women have to go to the "silkworm bath".
The woman bathed in silkworms, the mountain village in the rain, only gardenia leisurely "idle" in the courtyard.
This poem writes that gardenia flowers are not picked, mainly to show that the spring is busy with agriculture, and it seems to have nothing to do with the meaning of "concentricity". But this just shows from the other side that there is no "idle" kung fu of talking about love during the busy season of farming, so the meaning of the flower is forgotten.
Every pair of calloused hands has a story worth singing.
10. The most contented labor poem: the night is drunk and the wife and child are happy, and do not fight with Tao Zhudou to be rich.
Farm
Ming ZhongFang
Cattle are flattened and green in the suburbs, and small ponds store water to irrigate new seedlings.
At night, he was drunk with his wife and woe, and did not fight with Tao Zhu to be rich.
On the green grass, cattle graze. The small pond is filled with water, just enough to irrigate new seedlings. Everything is so beautiful and so cozy.
Come back at night and spend happy time with your wife and son, such a day, even if you exchange Tao Zhugong's wealth for it, I will not change it.
Those who are content can get more happiness.
In May, it is a holiday for laborers.
Salute yourself, in the face of wind and rain, you are fearless, in the face of suffering, you are a hero against the wind! You always have a bright smile and a bright heart.
In the future, may you use your labor to depict a beautiful life.