Poems about cherishing food
1. "Compassion for the Farmers"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand in autumn Particles. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
2. "Compassion for the Farmers"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work!
3. "The Fisherman on the River"
Northern Song Dynasty·Fan Zhongyan
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass. You see a boat going in and out of the storm.
4. "Two Ode to History·Part 2"
Author: Li Shangyin Tang Dynasty·Appreciation
Looking at the virtuous countries and families in the past, their success was ruined by diligence and frugality By luxury.
Why should amber be used as a pillow? How can a real pearl be used as a chariot?
If you go far away, you will never see a Qinghai horse, and if you are too weak, it will be difficult to pull out a Shushan snake.
Several people have pre-recorded the song of Xunnan, and in the end the blue sky cries the green flowers.
5. "Staying at Xunni's House under Wusong Mountain"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
I stayed under Wusongshan, feeling lonely and joyless. The autumn work in the Tian family is bitter, and the neighbor's daughter is cold at night.
Kneel down and eat the carved rice, the moonlight shining on the plain plate. It's so embarrassing that I can't eat with three thanks.
A gentleman uses frugality to overcome difficulties.
6. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Women carry baskets of food, and children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
My feet are full of rustic heat, and my back is scorching with the scorching sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.