If a millet is planted in spring, 10,000 seeds will be harvested in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Explain in vernacular Chinese: As long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
2,' Compassion for Farmers' Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Original: Rice clouds are not rainy or yellow, and buckwheat flowers are frosted early. It's worse than a leap year.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Rice fields are immature because of severe drought, and buckwheat has no harvest because of frost coming too early. Farmers have long expected to go hungry this year, but this year has just caught up with a month, and the days of starvation are even longer.
3,' Compassion for Farmers' Song Dynasty: Chen Zongyuan
Steaming hemp is urgent, and the wheat cutter also grows rice. You can have plenty of food and clothing if you work hard, and how many people are tired and fat.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: As soon as mulberry was picked, sesame seeds began to be harvested. When wheat is cut, rice fields are planted at the same time, and farm work is one after another. Such hard work can't guarantee the basic needs of food and clothing, let alone lead a rich life. Hard work is not commensurate with the meager return.
I stayed in Panasonic for five days, and I was lonely and unhappy. The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight. I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's Su Xun's Family
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I live in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I feel very depressed and lonely. Farmer Qiu Lai is busier with her work. The woman next door pounded rice all night, not afraid of the cold in autumn. The shopkeeper Xun Wei brought me rice, full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but remind me that the floating mother who helped Han Xin felt ashamed and refused to eat again and again.
5, a porridge and a meal, it is not easy to think about it; It is difficult to keep thinking about material resources. -Excerpted from Zhu Bailu's Running a Family in Qing Dynasty.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: a bowl of porridge and a bowl of rice should be considered not easy to walk around; Half silk and half thread, it is often difficult to think of getting these things.
2. What are the ancient poems about saving food? 1, peasant father.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi
Transport and hoe? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness.
Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.
Explanation:
Every day before the stars go down (flying to Dai Yue for work), we all go to the fields to work hard. When the harvest is in sight, how happy the whole family is!
Finally, all the harvest income will be exploited by the government. I can't live at home, and I don't know when to sell my wife and children!
2. Nagata/Sadata
Tang Dynasty: Nie Zhongyi
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.
Explanation:
In February, the silkworm did not cocoon, and it became a matter of paying off debts early; May valley is immature and has been sold with great pain.
This is to dig out the good meat in my heart to repair the sore in front of me.
I hope the emperor's heart will become a bright candle.
Not according to the luxurious banquet, but according to the victim's empty house.
3. "Don't state the person"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The old people walked back, and the pot was full of farewell banquets.
There are no trees in Gan Tang, so I have to cry.
For poor families, taxes are too heavy and farmers are eager for dry land.
Leave only one lake to save the disaster year with you.
Explanation:
The elders in Hangzhou prepared a table full of water and wine and sent them on their way.
As a local official, I was ashamed that I had accomplished nothing when I was in office, and I couldn't help crying.
Because of heavy taxes, there are many poor farmers; Because there are many dry fields, farmers also have famine.
Only a lake can be left for the elders to save the famine.
4. "The second kind of farmers"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Explanation:
At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil.
Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
5. "Back to the Garden, Part III"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: 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.
Explanation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.
3. An ancient poem about saving food for farmers
Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Two "Show mercy to farmers". Look at cutting wheat.
Bai Juyi
the Tang Dynasty
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.
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.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river
Song dynasty; surname
People who come to the river often only love perches.
You see a boat, going in and out in the storm.
Minnong
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?
Ancient poems about food are kind to farmers.
Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
Farmers still starve to death.
Minnong
Li Shen
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who knows Chinese food,
Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
Two "Show mercy to farmers".
Guanqiemai Baijuyi Decoction
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.
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.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
The Fisherman on the River: Fan Zhongyan's Song
People come and go on the river,
But I like perch beauty.
Look at a boat,
In and out of the storm.
5. Poetry about grain 1, related poems
Minnong
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?
2. 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. Brief analysis
From the beginning, it depicts that farmers are still working in the fields under the scorching sun at noon, and sweat is dripping on the scorching land. This makes up for the change from "a millet" to "ten thousand kinds" and then to "the four seas have no idle fields", which was watered by thousands of farmers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian with blood and sweat; This also captures the most typical image of the following "every grain is hard", which can be described as one tenth. Generally, it shows the hard life of farmers who don't avoid cold, summer, rain, snow, wind and frost all year round. "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard" is not an empty sermon, nor is it a moaning without illness; It is similar to a profound motto, but it not only wins by its persuasiveness, but also reflects the poet's infinite resentment and sincere sympathy in this deep sigh.
6. The ancient poem about cherishing grain, fdvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv, will answer * * 2 1. Answer zero Libra SSS LV. 220 19-09- 1, "One of the Farmers" Tang Dynasty: Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested it in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Interpretation: As long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. 2. The second kind of farmers in the Tang Dynasty: When weeding in Li Shen at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers? Interpretation: At noon in midsummer, under the scorching sun, farmers are still working and sweat is dripping in the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers? 3, "Farmer" Song: Yang Wanli rice clouds are not rainy or yellow, and the flowers are early frost.
It's worse than a leap year. Interpretation: Rice fields are not mature because of severe drought, and buckwheat has no harvest because of the premature arrival of frost.
Farmers have long expected to go hungry this year, but this year has just caught up with a month, and the days of starvation are even longer. 4, "Su Jia" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai I stayed in Song Wu, lonely and unhappy.
The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. Interpretation: I live in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I feel very depressed and lonely.
Farmer Qiu Lai is busier with her work. The woman next door pounded rice all night, not afraid of the cold in autumn. The shopkeeper Xun Wei brought me rice, full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight.
This can't help but remind me that the floating mother who helped Han Xin felt ashamed and refused to eat again and again. 5. "Complaints of the Minister of Agriculture" Tang Dynasty: Yuanjie Minister of Agriculture complained that he wanted to be the master.
I don't know the heart of heaven and earth, and I blame myself for the wind and rain. I said vegetation, I want to say that insects are bitter.
I have no reason to vomit when I visit the Que Palace. Once you cry for the city, your tears will return to your field.
If ballads are adopted, this statement is desirable. Interpretation: Farmers have to complain to the monarch because of frequent disasters and hard life.
They don't know god's will, but they complain in vain that the wind is still and the rain is not smooth. The crops in the field failed and the pests were very serious.
The imperial court said that the road was blocked and there was nowhere to complain, so it had to come to the capital and wander outside the palace gate, unable to see the emperor confide his difficulties. I cried for a day in Beijing, and my tears dried up before I returned to the village.
I hope this poem of mine can be collected by the officials of the imperial court, which will help the emperor understand the people's feelings and correct the shortcomings of current politics. 6. "The farmer's father's family" Tang Dynasty: When will the east wind in Qiu Wei arrive? The green lake has gone up the hill.
Spring is early on the lake, and the family is not idle. In ditches and running water, between flat land and weeds.
After dinner at night, I let the cows go and closed the door when I came back. Commentary: When did the spring breeze come? The peaks on the lake were blown green.
Since spring comes early on the lake, farmers can't be idle all day. Farmers and Lei work together in the fields, digging ditches to draw water to remove weeds, and plowing the fields without pruning. In the evening, the farmers feed the cows, then go home and close the door to sleep.
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7. What are the poems about food? "I lived in Jimi Mountain and went to Xun's home." Tang Libai stayed in Jimi Mountain, and I was lonely and unhappy.
The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. It is difficult for a gentleman to be frugal.
"Repaying gratitude for agriculture" Tang planted a millet in spring and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Benevolence for Agriculture In Li Shen, Tang Dynasty, at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard! Fisherman on the River In the Northern Song Dynasty, Fan Zhongyan came and went on the river, but he loved the beauty of perch.
You see a boat, going in and out in the storm. "After a long rain in Suwangchuan," Tang Woods stored rain, and smoke, steamed quinoa and boiled millet came slowly.
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.
Why don't you compare with others? Why should I scare seagulls, even if it is an idea? ? In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin visited all the countries of the sages and became thrifty and extravagant. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Sima Guang changed from frugality to extravagance, and from extravagance to frugality.
Xue Mingxuan is frugal and simple, which is a human virtue. It is not easy to know that Zhu Yongchun has a porridge and a meal. It is difficult to keep thinking about material resources.
8. The poem about wasting food is 1. "A Farmer" Don Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
2. "The Second Farmer" Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
3. "For Agriculture" Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty
Rice clouds are neither rainy nor yellow, and buckwheat flowers are frosted early.
It's worse than a leap year.
4. "Farmer" Song Li Liu Qian
Autumn seedlings have been swept, and spring seedlings have broken ground.
Chen chen still needs time to accumulate, so it needs food.
I don't know if I plow all the year round, but I haven't had a solar eclipse.
Shouling parents, bitch is holding hey.
Prospering a family is like picking dirt with a needle, while losing a family is like scouring sand.