Qilu Farmer
Hu Bingyan
Wind, frost, snow and rain disturb the farmland, and how much hard work pays off year after year.
My legs are covered with mud in the roundabout courtyard, and my whole body is covered with sweat.
When you receive the hope, your heart will be happy, but when you lose the money, your face will be gloomy.
A few officials and princes are worried about the people. Who knows that I am poor?
The red sun is scorching like fire
Author Song Anonymous Song Dynasty Dynasty
The red sun is scorching like fire,
The wild field seedlings are half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water,
The princes, princes and grandsons shake their fans
Shihao Li
Author: Du Fu
In Toushihao Village at dusk, there were officials arresting people at night.
The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to see.
How angry are the officials? What's the trouble when a woman cries!
Listen to the woman's speech before her: "Three men are garrisoning Yecheng.
One man has sent a letter, and two men have died in the battle.
The survivors will survive, but the dead will live forever. That's it!
There is no one in the room except for the grandson.
The grandson is still there, so she can't go in and out.
Although the old woman's strength is weak, Please return home at night.
In case of emergency in Heyang, you still have to prepare morning meals."
The future is coming in the morning, and I say goodbye to the old man alone.
Qiupu Song Li Bai (14)
The fire shines on the sky and the earth, and the red stars are scattered in purple smoke.
On a bright moonlit night, Nan Lang’s song moves Hanchuan
Bee Luo Yin
Whether it’s flat land or a mountain top, the infinite scenery is occupied.
After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom is it hard work and for whom is it sweet?