What are some poems that praise hard work, and what are the verses that describe people s hard work?

Farmers. Book of Songs: July

Flowing fire in July, clothing in September.

One day is hairy, and the second day is fierce.

No clothes and no brown, how can he die?

The third day is in the shackles, and the fourth day is the toe.

With my wife and son, I am happy in the south of the country.

Two Songs of Compassion for Nong" by Don Li Shen.

One. Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

Second. In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work?

Farmer Wangqing" Tang Yongyuzhi.

Taste the west wind and rain in Qindi, in order to ask the west wind to return sooner or later?

The white-haired old farmer stands like a crane, and the wheat field looks at the clouds from the heights.

Guanmai "Tang Bai Juyi".

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt are eating lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp, and goes with the field, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Enough to steam the summer and rustic, the back burns the sky, and I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There was a poor woman with her child beside her, her right hand holding a tassel, and her left arm hanging from a basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer.

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

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

Song Yang Wanli.

The farmer throws the seedlings and the field women pick them up, and the children pull the seedlings and the children plant them.

The hat is a scarf, and the rain is wet from the head to the blade.

Zhao Qu took a break for a while, bowed his head and bent his waist but did not answer.

The seedlings are not firmly planted, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of.

Tian Shang" Don Choi Daorong.

The rain is high and the fields are white, and the ploughing is in the middle of the night.

The strength of people and cattle is exhausted, and the East is unknown.

Over the Hill Farmhouse Don Gu Condition.

The sound of Banqiao people crossing the spring, the rooster crows at noon on the thatched eaves.

Mo is angry about the smoke of roasted tea, but he likes to bask in the valley and the sky is sunny.

Village April" Song Weng Juan.

The green mountains are all over the white river, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the sub-regulations.

There are few idlers in the countryside in April, so the sericulture is planted again.

Wu Xing Miscellaneous Poems" Qing Ruan Yuan.

The four rivers of the exchange hug the city obliquely, scattered as thousands of streams all over the country.

Rice is planted in the depths, and lotus flowers are planted in the depths.

Weichuan Tianjia "Tang Wang Wei.

The slanting sun shines on the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn.

The pheasant wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms sleep and the mulberry leaves are scarce.

Tian Fu hoeed to, and the words of each other followed.

That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

The Farmhouse" by Don Yan Renyu.

In the middle of the night, Hu'er took advantage of the dawn to plough, and the oxen were powerless and gradually difficult.

At that time, people did not know the hardships of farmers, and they would say that the valley in the field was self-sufficient.

Tian Jiaxing" Tang Wang Jian.

The male voice is happy and the female face is happy, and people do not complain and say goodbye.

Although the wheat is hot in May, the wind is clear, and the eaves are singing.

Wild silkworms are not taken as cocoons, and autumn moths are born between the leaves.

The wheat harvest is on the axis, and the knowledge of the loss is enough.

I don't want to return to the entrance, and I don't want to sell yellow calves to the city.

When you go home, you don't have thick or thin food and clothing, and you don't see the county door.

Hit the wheat "Song Zhang Shunmin.

Hit the wheat and beat the wheat, Peng Peng is bold, and the sound is in the south of the mountain and the north of the mountain.

1. Teenagers are easy to learn and old people are difficult to succeed, and an inch of time is indispensable.

Source: Zhu Xi.

Occasionally, persuasion.

Translation of "Poems": The days of youth are easy to pass, but it is difficult to succeed in learning, so every inch of time must be cherished and cannot be easily let go.

2, the three watches are lit and the five watches are chickens, it is when the boy is studying, the black hair does not know that he is diligent and Xinxiang will learn early, and the white hair regrets studying late.

Source: Yan Zhenqing's "Persuasion".

Translation: Every day in the middle of the night to the time when the plum chicken crows, it is the best time for boys to read. Teenagers don't know how to get up early and study diligently, and when they get old, they regret that it's too late to study less.

3. The plan of the day lies in the morning.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the life lies in diligence.

Source: Shao Yong.

Translation: The plan of the day lies in the decision of the morning, the plan of the year lies in the decision of the spring, and the plan of the whole life lies in the decision of hard work.

4. The golden year will not come again, it is difficult to make a day and then the morning, and the time should be encouraged, and the years will not treat others.

Source: Tao Yuanming.

Twelve Miscellaneous Poems, Part 1

Translation: Once the good years of youth have passed, they will never come back, and there will never be a second sunrise in one day. You should take advantage of the prime of life to encourage yourself to work hard, and time will pass, and you will not wait for others.

5. The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

Source: Chapter 12 of the Analects.

Translation: Time passes like flowing water, day and night.

In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. ——Li Shen, "Two Ancient Styles and Two Sympathy for Nong".

Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home: Part III".

The day rises and the night produces hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous: Part VII".

The plum is green, the plum is yellow, the vegetable fat wheat is cooked and the silkworms are busy. ——Zhu Yunming, "Singing in the Mountains in the First Summer".

Reading is not aware of the deep spring, every inch of time is golden. ——Wang Zhenbai, "White Deer Cave Two Songs, One of Them".

The three watches are lit up and the five watches are when the boys are studying. - Yan Zhenqing, "Persuasion Poems".

1. On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work? ——From the Tang Dynasty:

Li Shen's "Two Songs of Compassion for Nong" Vernacular Interpretation: At noon in midsummer, the scorching sun is scorching, and the peasants are still working, and beads of sweat drip into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl is full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

2, there is no hunger in pink, how do you know that there is glory in the world. Every year, I work hard for silkworms, and I am covered in ramie. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe's "Silkworm Woman".

Mercy Nong. On the day of hoeing, the lead debate was in the afternoon, and the sweat drops were all in the soil. Who knows that Panhuai lacks Chinese food, and every grain is hard.

This poem represents the hard work of the peasant uncle and persuades others to cherish food.

Does anyone know the poems that describe hard work, and what are the poems that some people know about the mountain road? If anyone knows, could you please tell me about the good fight? Thank you.