Ancient poems about May 1 Labor Day Classic poems about Labor Day in 2017

The Labor Day of 2017 is coming soon. Do you know any ancient poems about the Labor Day? Next, let’s take a look at some recommended poems related to Labor Day.

Recommended ancient poems about May 1 Labor Day

"Pity the Peasants" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty: I am hoeing the field at noon, and my sweat is dripping onto the soil.
Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned.

"Returning to the Fields" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty I planted beans at the foot of a southern mountain, where the grass was lush and the bean sprouts were sparse. I get up early in the morning to clean up the weeds, and return home in the moonlight, carrying the hoe.
The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the evening dew wets my clothes. It doesn't matter if my clothes get dirty, as long as my wishes are fulfilled.

"Returning to Gardens and Fields" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty I return home alone with regret, having experienced many twists and turns along the way. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I wash my feet in it when I come across it.
Filter my newly brewed wine and invite two chickens to the game. When the sun sets, the room becomes dark, and firewood serves as a light for candles.
The joy comes but the night is short, and it is already dawn again.

"Pastoral Works" by Meng Haoran, Tang Dynasty My shabby hut is far away from the noise and dust, but I want to cultivate a peaceful and simple life. He chose a place near three paths and planted thousands of fruit trees.
I have been promoted in Guangdong, but I have not yet reached the age of thirty. The time for study and sword-fighting is getting late, and the sun is setting in the hills and gardens.
I have many thoughts when I wake up in the morning, and I often have little understanding when I sit during the day. I envy the swans soaring into the sky, and feel ashamed of the chickens and ducks fighting for food.
I look out at the Golden Horse Gate and sing as I work hard on the woodcutting road. There are no close friends in the countryside, and no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?

"Watching the Wheat Harvest" by Bai Juyi from the Tang Dynasty There are few idle months for farmers, and in May, people are doubly busy. The south wind rose at night, and the wheat fields were covered with yellow.
Women and mothers-in-law carried mats with food, and children carried pots of water. We went to the fields together to provide for the crops, and the young men were on the southern hill.
The feet are steaming with the hot earth air, and the back is burning with the scorching sun. I don’t feel the heat even though I’m exhausted, but I regret that the summer is so long.
There was also a poor woman with a child in her arms beside him. In his right hand he holds the remaining ears of corn, and in his left arm he holds a shabby basket.
Listening to their words to each other, those who hear them will feel sad. After paying all the taxes on my land, I picked this up to fill my stomach.
What merit do I have now? I have never engaged in farming or weaving. The official salary is 300 dan, and there is surplus food at the end of the year.
Thinking of this, I feel ashamed and can't forget it all day.

"Miscellaneous Feelings of Rural Life in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty works in the fields during the day and spins hemp at night, and the children in the village are all in charge of their own households.
The children and grandchildren, who are too young to do farming and weaving, are also learning to grow melons under the mulberry trees.
"April in the Countryside" Song Dynasty/Weng Juan The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of cuckoos.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April. After finishing sericulture, they start planting in the fields.
"Visiting Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty/Lu You Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers, in a good year there are enough chickens and pigs to entertain guests. When you are surrounded by mountains and rivers and think there is no way out, you will find another village beyond the bends and flowers.
Xiao and drums follow the approach of Spring Festival, and the clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if you allow me to ride the moon at leisure, I will knock on your door at any time of the night with my walking stick.