Specific poems about family activities written by villagers in Qingpingle.

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like the death of children best. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers.

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, the second son is knitting a chicken coop, and the naughty and lovely younger son is lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers, which is particularly pleasing.