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.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
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.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked 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 read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Translation:
Farmers rarely have free days, and every family is doubly busy in May.
Last night, a south wind blew, and the wheat was covered with long ditches and brown.
Women carry bamboo rice and small rice, and children carry crock pulp soup.
After going forward, we drove the noon bus to the field, and the boys were working hard in Nangang.
The country weather in summer makes my feet steaming, and the burning sun makes my back burning.
I'm exhausted and I don't feel hot. I just hope this summer will last forever.
There are even those poor women holding babies beside them.
Right hand to pick up the lost ears of wheat, left arm hanging a broken basket.
Listening to their conversation in a few words can not help but cause me infinite sadness:
"My family's income has been taxed, and this leak has suppressed the famine."
What are my advantages now? I have never been engaged in farming and sericulture.
If you eat rice with nine grades and three hundred stones, there will be surplus food for adults.
I am ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day long.
Appreciate:
This poem is clear in narration, natural in structure, clear in hierarchy and strong in logic. At the beginning of the poem, the background is explained first, indicating that May is the busy season for wheat harvest. Then write down that women lead their children to the fields to give food and water to young people who are cutting wheat. Later, it described young farmers cutting wheat with their heads down in Nangang wheat field, fumigating their feet with the heat, and baking their backs in the hot sun. They are tired and don't feel hot, but they just cherish the long days in summer and can do more work.