There is also a poem with the word "Tian"

1, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear. Cui Daorong Tanabe.

2, women and aunts are eating, and children are lifting pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm.

4. Jojo, Fu Tian, cordially greet each other. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.