Li Shen, a poet in Tang Dynasty
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who reads Chinese food,
Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
If you plant a millet in spring, there will be 10,000 seeds in Qiu Cheng. It will be filled with the heat of the countryside and the scorching sky.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Within the four seas, there are no idle fields, and farmers still starve to death. Pearls are precious and rice is king.
If you store grain as gold, you don't have to worry.
A porridge and a meal are hard to come by.
Half a silk and half a wisp of persistent yearning is unbearable.