At the end of the Tang Dynasty, all kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous fees made the people breathless. They worked hard for a year, and all the gains were squeezed dry by the aristocratic tyrants, and they only went hungry all the year round.
One spring, Luo Yin went for an outing in the suburbs. Bright sunshine and warm spring breeze make people feel very comfortable. All kinds of flowers are also competing to open at this good time. Red apricot blossoms, pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, and some unknown wild flowers are like a market, clusters and piles, so lively. Flocks of bees are buzzing around among the flowers, very busy. Luo Yin was deeply fascinated by this scene. He chased these elves and walked forward while enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. He came to a mountain forest and found many beehives. Little bees collect pollen from a distance and fly to the nest to make honey. They worked hard and were busy, but the sweet syrup was taken away by the beekeeper. Seeing this, Luo Yin was very emotional. He really complained about bees, so he thought of the farmers who worked hard in the fields. Aren't they like bees? I am busy working hard, but the fruits of my labor are occupied by those who get it for nothing. Luo Yin couldn't hold back his anger and wrote this poem: "No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard and who will be sweet? " I sympathize with the working people.