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The family of Guanjia wheat field is less idle month, 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 days to spare, and families are 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 scorched 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. 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, and I can't forget it all day long.

This one is a bit of a snooze.

Guangjin Cang inspects the bucket.

Song Kong Wuzhong.

The long canal comes to the west to imitate the Tianhan, and the green poplar bank is clear for thousands of miles.

Gao Yongjie's house is like a cloud, and the green tiles are uneven.

The small building steals the morning light, and the mountain is low and white and yellow.

As soon as the thousands of ships are unloaded, the rivers and lakes are looking at the sail wall.

The national tax law is ancient, and it is not self-enriching to support others.

Even the clouds and feathers are all Pixiu, and the moon is stormy in Taicang.

The years are as deep as a rat's hole, and the official reason for the inspection is here.

I was very excited at first, and I stepped on the waning moon on a horse.

Thousands of chips come like a forest, and the robes and boots sit in the shade.

If you increase your losses in the slightest, you must be detained, and don't complain about the petty officials' deep law.

I see this as flat as water, and so is the volume of traffic in the world.

Today, he dares to sacrifice the son of tomorrow.

In addition, Wang Anshi's "Shang Marting" and the tax law are also considered to be a bit of a rubble, after all, these two have changed the law to Shang Yang Song Wang Anshi.

Since ancient times, the people have been driven in faithfulness, and a word is heavy and light.

Today's people can not be Shang Ying, and Shang Yang can make the government must be done.

In the Book of Songs, "Xiaoya. Daejeon" chapter cloud: "There are clouds, praying for rain, rain on my public field, and then my private."

The public land and private land mentioned here refer to the well field tax system implemented in the Shang Dynasty, that is, with the help of the people's power to help cultivate the public land, and the labor rent instead of paying taxes. The poem praises God for the timely rain in an ordinary and natural tone, thus ensuring a bumper harvest of public and private fields, and indirectly reflects a simple folk custom of putting public and private first, which is the earliest poem to praise the well field system.

In the past, it was peaceful, and the mountain village was twenty years. The spring stream is in the courtyard, and the cave is in front of the door. The well tax has a permanent period, and the sun is still sleeping.

In the poem "The Thief Retreats to the Officials", Yuan Jie of the Tang Dynasty recalled with nostalgia that in the past peaceful days, after people paid off the taxes according to the prescribed amount and time limit, they were at ease and could enjoy a comfortable life at home. This is an affirmation and praise for taxation according to the rate and fixed amount.

Recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty in the past, Xiaoyi still has thousands of treasures, the rice is fat and the rice is white, and the public and private warehouses are abundant. There are no jackals on the road of Jiuzhou, and the sun rises without traveling far away. Qi Su Lu car class, male ploughing and female weaving do not lose each other. ”

Lu You's "Autumn Song" in the Song Dynasty: "The wall is full of persimmon yellow, and people compete for the appearance in autumn." The long hammer pounds the pearls and shines on the ground, and the big retort cooks the jade and the village is fragrant.

The wall of 10,000 people entered the official warehouse, and the meat of the warehouse officials was cold and unpleasant. The matter dissipated and he was ecstatic, drunk and lying beside the official road". The use of "10,000 people into the official warehouse" to depict the scene of peasants sending public grain can be described as vivid and appropriate, which makes people vividly remember, and it can be seen that China's peasants have always had a strong sense of handing over public grain.

1, "Farewell Mother" Huang Zhongze.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

2, "Fifteen" Wang Anshi.

The mother will be on the ditch and leave the family white and yin. When the moon heard Du Yu, the north and the south always cared.

3, "Home at the End of the Year" Jiang Shiquan.

The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely sewn, and the ink marks of the family letter are new.

When he met Pian Qingqing, Hu'er asked about the hardships. He was ashamed of the son of man, and he didn't dare to sigh for the dust.

4, "Thanksgiving for the Next Day" Li Jianxun.

In the past two years, he has been in the middle of the platform, and he is happy to return to the south. That is, the prince of the road dares to send, and there is still a royal book when he goes out. I don't know what the world will repay, and I can't think about it. The slanting sun reeds stand in the place, and the distant waves are slightly green like moss.

5, "Motherly Love" Yang Weizhen.

Motherly love, love young chicks, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The dragon and tiger are changing day by day, and the dog tends to be eagle and the trend is getting worse.

6, "Mo Xuan Tu" crown.

Brilliant daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng. The south wind blows its heart, and who does it shake and vomit for?

1. The window contains Xiling Qianqiu snow.

3 people said that the autumn wind was sad and lonely.

4. Blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another.

6 move the boat to the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

7. Enter the ancient temple in the morning, and the first day shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

8. Always change the new peach for the old one.

9. The lotus flowers are different red.

October was cloudy and sunny.

Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

"Will Enter the Wine" belongs to the old title of Han Yuefu's "Drum Song and Cymbal Song", and the content is mostly written about feasting, drinking and entertainment. The poem expresses the sigh of not meeting talents, and holds optimistic and accessible feelings, and also reveals the negative emotions of being happy in time. But the whole poem is full of pride and joy, and has achieved outstanding artistic achievements.

Li Baiyongjiu's poems can express his personality very much, and this kind of poems are certainly more profound in their ideological content and more mature in artistic expression after Chang'an was released. "Will Enter the Wine" is his masterpiece.

Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, which reflects Li Bai's chic and bold style, and more perfectly expresses his romantic mood.