Poems about efforts 1. What poems describe hard work?
1, weeding day is noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers? -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shen's two poems of compassion for farmers.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: At noon in midsummer, the sun is scorching, farmers are still working, and sweat drips into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
2, pink is not hungry, I don't know that there is glory in the world. Every year, it is said that silkworms are hard, and I am covered in ramie. -From the Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe's Silkworm Girl
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: sallow and emaciated, dull, I don't know what glory there is in the world. Every year, someone tells me that it is hard to raise silkworms. Why am I wearing clothes made of ramie?
3, the hat is facing outwards, and there are ditches everywhere. Hard work is a problem concerning agriculture, countryside and farmers. Get a plow and look forward to a good year. -From the Song Dynasty: Wang Yan's Conan Zi Ming Shan Yun Yin Zhong.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Farmers wearing hats set out every morning, and their footprints have covered muddy ditches and ridges in the fields. Spring ploughing, spring planting and autumn harvest are the three hardest seasons for farmers in a year. Farmers work hard all year round, plowing their fields and filling them with water, hoping for a bumper harvest.
It's hard to grow up as a post station, and the official asked me to lead the post station boat. There are more hard days and fewer happy days. Water is like a seabird. -From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian's Song of the Boatman
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: it's really bitter. Growing up next to this post, the government forced me to pull the boat of the post. There are more hard days than happy times, sleeping on the boat and walking on the beach like seabirds.
In may and April, there were few idle people in the countryside, only sericulture was used to insert fields. -From Song Dynasty: April in the Country by Weng Juan.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: April has arrived, and no one is idle. As soon as sericulture is finished, the seedlings will be transplanted.
2. Poems praising hard work
1, many times, it is attitude that determines everything. With the right attitude, you can turn pressure into motivation and get on the stage of success.
Life is fair, although I dare not say that every effort will be rewarded, but my busyness now is not only to make up for my wasted time, but also to pave the way for my future life. 2. Looking back on the road of life, there are sunshine, storms and lightning in the journey of life; There are smooth roads and thorny roads; I have walked, experienced and looked back. Although I have suffered, been tired and cried, I have no regrets.
The long road of human growth is always full of challenges. Busy life, like the songs of the years, constitutes a wonderful chapter in life. She looks sleepy and has no strength to speak.
Eyes blurred, no focus, as if to say, give me a bed quickly. Hands feebly holding the wall, legs weak, looking at the appearance of falling down at any time.
4. Busy days will make me have no worries about leisure. I will always focus on busy things and let me devote myself to them. Although the busy time is in a hurry, it is not wasted.
No matter what happens in the future, I will still choose such a busy lifestyle, just like now. I enjoy life and feel life in my busy work.
People's enrichment can be filled with time. When they are busy, they always feel that time flies, which is the joy that their thoughts get from being busy and the right choice with peace and irritability. My life is so wonderful because of busyness, and life exists because of busyness.
6. Things have changed, and you will find how insignificant the so-called boredom and sadness are, and your mood will be cheerful. Although occasionally I feel really tired, more often I feel the happiness I have tasted in my busy life. Find your own value in the busy life and gain something in the busy life.
Although I like this busy life, I don't advocate endless work. The side effects of continuous overtime and day and night work are irritability, inefficiency and creativity. So during working hours, I will work harder, arrange my time reasonably, and try my best to finish the task in time. A busy day will bring me freedom at rest and plenty of energy the next day.
He stumbled out and almost rolled down the stairs. He rushed to the door of the office and stood there out of breath, his legs weak and his hands cold.
He saw countless people coming to the office, and his brain had lost the ability to command himself. 9. Colleagues are genuinely concerned and sincere, and everyone pays little attention to interests, so they are both colleagues, friends and teachers. They gave me my present life and made me better and better. 10, I always thought that work and life should be separated, but I found that what actually fills my life is work-problems at work, happiness at work, achievements at work ... and these need to be shared with people who know all this. Colleagues are undoubtedly the best targets, and they can understand my ideas without any obstacles.
This is the source that moves me very much and gives me motivation-the future soldiers of the future city! 1 1. This is a group of people with the same work background and even similar achievements and lifestyles. They get along with each other day and night, are familiar with each other, have endless words, are happy or unhappy, and everyone's emotions can easily be mobilized, laughing together, or sharing weal and woe. In the daily work of the project, everyone runs the family business like brothers and sisters, without power oppression and intrigue, and supports each other with their own shoulders. Everyone has the same interests and goals, and they are willing to talk to each other and listen to each other after work.
12. Being busy all day has accelerated the pace of my life, exercised my ability to deal with problems, smoothed out my unruly edges and corners, cultivated my worldly wisdom in life, and cultivated my ability to find shortcuts in difficulties.
3. Poems describing hard work
1, "Crossing the Zero Ocean" Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang was miserable and surrounded by stars.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history. In retrospect, I experienced many hardships in my early years as an official through the imperial examination, and now it has been four years since the armistice of the war.
The country is in danger like catkins in a strong wind, and individuals are like duckweeds in a shower. I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu.
Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history. 2, "Bee" Tang Dynasty: Luoyin, regardless of the flat land and the top of the mountain, is occupied by infinite scenery.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running around.
Bee, you picked all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness? 3, "Coal Ode" Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian cut the chaos and got Wujin, which was rich in yang and profound.
The fire rekindled into spring, and the furnace shone all night. Ding yiyuan relies on power and pays attention to the stone after death.
I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly. Excavating in the chaotic stratum, it is concluded that Wujin is coal.
There is endless heat, and the deepest feelings are hidden in my heart. A harmonious torch is like a spring breeze.
The flame of the blazing stove broke the dark gray sky. The production of Zhongding artistic utensils depends on generations rather than strength.
Although the stone is dead, it still retains its most loyal side. I just hope everyone in the world has enough to eat and wear warm clothes.
Take pains to get out of the lonely mountain forest. 4. Two Poems for Farmers in Tang Dynasty (I): Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Sow a seed in spring and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death. 5. "Two Poems for Farmers (Part II)" Tang Dynasty: In Li Shen, at noon on weeding day, 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? 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? .
4. What poems describe busyness and hard work?
1, "Silkworm Girl" Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe famished in pastels and didn't know there was glory in the world.
Every year, it is said that silkworms are hard, and I am covered in ramie. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: sallow and emaciated, dull, I don't know what glory there is in the world.
Every year, someone tells me that it is hard to raise silkworms. Why am I wearing clothes made of ramie? 2, "Guantianjia" Tang Dynasty: Wei Tianjia was idle for a few days and began farming. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Farming families can have a few days of leisure a year, and Tanaka's work has been busy since he was awakened. All the young people went to farm in the fields, and the yard was changed into a vegetable field.
When I come back from Tanaka, I often take my calf to the western mountain stream to drink water after sunset. Hungry and hardworking farmers never complain, and a spring rain that is as expensive as oil makes them full of joy.
The granary has long run out of old grain, but the government's scheduling is endless. Seeing farmers like this, I am deeply ashamed that I am a person who doesn't farm. My salary can all come from these farmers.
3. "Two Poems by Peasants" in Tang Dynasty: Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds 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? 4, "Dance Rhyme of Shahe River in Huanxi" In the Song Dynasty, Lu You was lazy and drunk in Shatou Jade Bottle, calling you to enjoy the small window. The setting sun blows the horn is the most important thing.
Busy days are bitter, idle days are few, and new troubles often continue the old ones. None of the guests is afraid of your company.
I'm too lazy to go to Shazhou to drink again and enjoy the scenery outside the window with you. The horn sounded at dusk can affect feelings most.
Busy days are bitter, and idle days are few; New worries often arise from old worries. I don't have any friends in my hometown, and I'm afraid you will travel far.
5. "Shuifu Jade" In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Jian grew into a post station, and the official made me lead the post station. There are more hard days and fewer happy days. Water is like a seabird.
Against the wind, the water is heavy, all the way to Qiangang, followed by Vivi. In the middle of the night, it was snowing and raining, and he drove back.
The cold clothes at night are wet and short, so why bother to wear them? There is nowhere to talk about hard work, and the boat songs sing together. What is the value of a small room? You can't go to your parents' hometown.
I want this water to be a flat field, so that the boatman doesn't complain. It is really bitter. Growing up next to this post, the government forced me to pull the boat of the post.
There are more hard days than happy times, sleeping on the boat and walking on the beach like seabirds. Against the wind and against the current, it seems to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the front column is far behind.
In the middle of the night, I braved the rain and snow along the river bank and was driven around by officials. At night, my clothes are cold and wet. I put on short shriveled clothes, my chest is worn out and my feet are frozen. I can't stand it! At dawn, there was nowhere to tell the hard work of the night, so we had to shout the boat song in unison.
A shabby hut may be worth a few dollars because I can't leave the place where I was born. I hope this river can become a flat and fertile field, so that boatmen will never complain about the sky again.
5. Poems describing hard work
Tube cutting wheat
Bai Juyi
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.
1. There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death.
2. In the morning, to control garbage and dirt, Dai Yue went home with a hoe.
When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.
It is rustic to steam in summer, and the sun shines on the back.
After the flowers are collected into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.
6. Poems describing hard work
Enter the rivers and lakes in the crown year,
The world is hard to wear.
What about sunrise work?
Feed a family and get dressed.
The moon shadow went up to the top of Dongshan again,
When I came back, I found my wife asleep.
Sitting in bed, sighing that it's late at night,
The window is empty.
The main idea of the poem is: when I entered the society in my twenties, I had to put on my work clothes and go out to work early in the morning because of the pressure of life. In order to have food and clothing to supplement the family. I didn't go home until the moon came out at night. Seeing that my wife had fallen asleep, I sat on the bed and lamented that the hardships of life had entered the middle of the night. I fell asleep before taking off my clothes because I was tired. When I woke up, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness outside the window, and I had to start a new day.
7. Poems describing the teacher's hard work
The platform is very narrow,
This blackboard is very long.
Tired from three hours of class,
Busy all year round.
White ink board,
Silver frost appears in black.
The world is full of peaches and plums,
Teachers are immortal.
Growing up,
Growing up is deeply grateful,
Always teaching,
Don't think I am stupid.
Draw paper by the curtain. Quiet.
Knock on the board, the market is noisy.
Master does not seek fame and fortune.
Later generations passed down 72 sages.
1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night.
2. I feel shallow at the end of the paper and don't know how to do it.
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I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan.
Oh, Bluebird, please go there and look at me.