What is the meaning of exhausting the strength and not knowing the heat in Bai Juyi s Guanjiamai

I don't feel hot when my strength is exhausted, I just cherish this long summer day. The fact that the weather is so hot and the days are so long, and that people are working so hard that they are afraid of wasting a little time, shows how much they cherish the wheat that is about to arrive. "Pity"The word is used very well here, and it is written in a way that goes against human nature to highlight the intensity of people's feelings in the here and now.

There is one in Bai Juyi's "The Charcoal Seller"."The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold"Words,"Wish"The usage of the word is related here"Pity"The usage of the word is exactly the same.

This is an abnormal psychology, which means: I don't feel hot when my strength is exhausted, but I just cherish this long summer day. It highlights the psychology of the people who want to collect more food, and at the same time reflects the heavy taxation at that time.

Ding Zhuang worked hard for a bumper harvest, exhausted his strength under the scorching sun, sweated and did not feel tired and hot, and refused to stop to rest.

I don't feel tired when I run out of strength.

I don't feel hot when my strength is exhausted.

【Appreciation】The heat under the feet is fumigated, the back is baked by the scorching sun, and I am already tired and exhausted and I don't feel hot, but I cherish the long days in summer and be able to do more work. This is a description of how much the farmers cherish the wheat that is about to arrive, and it is written in a way that goes against human nature to highlight the intensity of people's feelings in the here and now.

That's right, because of the heat of summer, the peasants have no strength, but in order to get a little more wheat, they would rather the days grow longer and they will be more tired. This is a manifestation of the contradiction of survival, because many people wish they could rest, and the author uses the contradictory behavior of the peasants to reflect the difficulties of the peasants' lives at that time.

Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Mai".

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 eat lotus, and the child carries a pot and paddle.

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

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

And there was a poor woman, with a child beside her.

The right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the 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 today? I didn't do anything about farming.

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

They bowed their heads to cut wheat, the hot and humid earth was steaming under their feet, and the scorching sun shone on their backs. I was already exhausted, but I still couldn't care about the heat, I just wanted to cherish the long days of early summer and be able to do more work. At this point, a picture of the peasants' toils has been powerfully displayed.

I don't know the heat when I do my best, but I cherish the long summer", which is an abnormal psychology. Because of this, the reader will wonder why there is such an anomaly.

Commentary. Bai Juyi is an artistic giant who is good at writing narrative poems. His narrative poems are mostly capable of distorting human feelings and objects, and writing about events in a detailed and eloquent manner.

Moreover, his narrative poems always reveal the soul and contain feelings. In this poem, the poet's heart is clearly shaken by the tragic sight he has heard and witnessed. He not only vividly depicts the toiling and miserable life of the wheat harvesters and wheat pickers, but also imbues his words with deep sympathy for them.

What is commendable is that the poet thinks about himself and thinks of himself. At that time, it was indeed rare for poets to take the initiative to compare themselves with the peasants. Such a contrast is novel and thought-provoking, and it shows the ideological height of this poem.

Depicting the labor of wheat cutters Xiang went to the field with the salary, and Ding Zhuang was 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.

After moving forward, he went to send him to the field, and the young men were working in Nangang.

His feet were steaming with the rustic air of the summer day, and his spine was scorched with the fiery sun.

I don't feel hot when my strength is exhausted, but I just covet this summer Lunwu clan for a long time.

They had to harvest grain to support their families. And oranges can only be sold and harvested in summer.

She was unable to survive by taxes, and now she has to make a living by gleaning ears of wheat, and the poet is guilty of such a tragic scene of wax under the harvest. It shows the poet's deep sympathy for the working people.

1. Under the scorching sun, hard work and farmers do not know the heat, and they cherish this time when Lloyd's is trembling. The author writes truthfully about the hearts of working people, especially the psychology of this particular environment.

2. A "tax" shows the real reason why the working people are not hungry for their labor. Today's wheat pickers are yesterday's wheat harvesters, and today's trouser harvesters may also become tomorrow's wheat pickers. The strong irony is self-evident.

3. The author blames himself in deep annihilation and is secretly ashamed. From the pain of peasant life, I think of myself, and I think of a comfortable life. The strong irony is self-evident.

Yes, to be exact! "But it's a pity that the summer is long", I think this sentence originally contains two meanings:

In fact, none of us are white lottes, so it is difficult to tell which is right and which is wrong, as long as we can understand the general meaning. There are many things that there is no such thing as a "standard answer".

I don't know the heat when I try my best, but it's a pity.

Summer. Long. Yes.

Farm. of people who are about to get their hands on it.

Wheat. The degree of cherishing is described, which is with.

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Sell charcoal.

The meaning of "poor clothes are single, worried about charcoal and willing to be cold" has the same meaning.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

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

Guanjiamai "Bai Juyi Tang.

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 eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp.

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

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

And there was a poor woman, with a child beside her.

The right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the 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.

Translation]: Farmers have few idle days, and every family is doubly busy in May.

Last night a south wind blew, and the wheat was covered with brown in Longgou.

Women carry bamboo rice and rice bowls, and children carry clay pots of soup.

After moving forward, he went to send him to the field, and the young men were working in Nangang.

His feet were steaming with the rustic air of the summer day, and his spine was scorching with the fiery sun.

I don't feel hot when my strength is exhausted, but I just want this summer to be long.

There are also those poor mothers-in-law, holding babies by their side.

In his right hand, he picked up the lost ears of wheat, and in his left arm he carried the tattered basket.

Listening to their words to each other can't help but cause me infinite sadness:

My family's harvest was fully taxed, and this leak was used to suppress the famine. ”

Now I have no merit and virtue, and I have never been engaged in farming sericulture.

From the ninth grade to eat Lu rice is enough for 300 stones, and there is still surplus grain at the end of the adult price.

I am not secretly ashamed to think of this, all day long.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.