1, at noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
3. The mountains are green and the mountains are white, and the rain is like smoke in the rules of sound and sound. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
4, everyone knows that graceful, listening to Tian singing is not idle. Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
5. Nanshan is planted in the north mountain. Is mutual farming biased? I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
6. One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the Banqiao of Zhuxicun Road is inclined. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
7. I went to town yesterday and came back with tears. All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
8. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
9. I smell the west wind and rain in Qin, and I want to ask the west wind to return sooner or later. White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
10, her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with eyebrow painting. Year after year, she sewed gold thread and made wedding dresses for others.
165438+ In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so they planted silkworms in the fields.
12, at noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
13, the Tian family has less leisure months, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
14, Nanshan grows beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. You can make a fool of yourself in the morning and take the lotus home. 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.
15, regret alone, rugged calendar. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet. I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game. When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.