Poetry about primitive agricultural life

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. -April in rural Weng Juan.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"

The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night. -Cui Daorong's "Tian Shang"

At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. -Zhang Ji's wild old songs/Shan Nong ci

Village north village south, Grain Rain plows the fields. Xiumailiangang mulberry leaves are cheap. -Fan Chengda's "butterfly lovers, Spring Rising and Water Adding"

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. -Meng Haoran's "Tian Jia Yuan Day"

Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse. -Wang Wei's "Pastoral Spring"

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. -Meng Haoran's pastoral works

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. -Zhang Ji's wild old songs/Shan Nong ci