Tang Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
The mother-in-law is full, and the child is 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 was a poor woman with a child beside her.
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
Rural work in spring
Tangwangxu
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Spring cultivator
Liutang Zongyuan
Nan Chuchun came early and was proud of keeping out the cold.
Vilen unearthed paste, Bai Zhe entered the camp.
Before decorating the scenery in the suburbs, people plow the fields occasionally.
There are birds in the garden, and Zhuze Xinquan is clear.
Farming is sincere and simple, and imprisonment hinders life.
Therefore, the pool is going to be abandoned, and the mu is made of hazelnuts.
Yin Mu has connections, but he has accomplished nothing.
From Tian's words, I want to express my feelings.
I stroked Lei Lei as soon as possible and looked back at the clouds.
Guantianjia
Don Wei Wu Ying
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang 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.
4. April in the country
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.