A poem about going to the fields in the morning, noon and evening.

Silkworm girl

When I went into town yesterday,

I came back with tears in my eyes

Those who are covered in Luo Qi,

Not a silkworm raiser.

Tao-Mei (Song)

Tao used up the dirt in front of the door.

There are no tiles on the house.

Fingers are not stained with mud,

Linlinju building

"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen

Weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate,

Every grain is bitter.

"Compassion for Farmers"-Li Shen

Plant a millet in spring,

Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

The farmer is still starving to death.

Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"

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.

The mother-in-law has plenty of food and clothing, and the children are full of paddles.

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.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.