As follows, I hope you will adopt it:
Harvest Rice
Author: Li Gou
The morning sun comes over the mountains, but the fields are still wet with dew.
The married woman misses her son and cries, but dare not stand up when meeting someone.
The green and yellow are collected successively, broken, stiff and bent.
The official warehouse is full of birds and mice, and now it is rented again.
A Harvest Harvest Journey
Author: Lu You
The autumn wind is blowing and the autumn sun is thinning, so we have to build a field and harvest rice before we finish the work.
Although a man with lofty ideals will be sad in his old age, a farmer will be content and happy in his years.
Pouring fermented grains and white wine to call the neighbors to sing, pecking at the yellow chickens for the first time.
The long-term fish comes out of the net and is strong and ready to fly, and the new rabbit lies on the plate and is fat enough to make a sound.
After forty years of hard work, a full meal is not a blessing from heaven
Scholars can only read and write, so they should not act like Yangxiong Lao Tou Pavilion.
Autumn Harvest is Happy and Sunny
Author: Huang Zuo
Farming has just begun to become a joy and many things happen, that is, watching the clouds and water connect to the plains.
The driveway is covered with yellow ridges, and the crowd is filled with green amid the sound of drums.
Ten miles away, rosy clouds are visible, wild geese and ducks are visible, half of the forest is slantingly illuminating scattered chickens and dolphins.
I am willing to worry about the country in the good year, and I can smell it in every village.
Viewing the Tian Family Harvest
Author: Guizhuang
The fragrant rice seedlings are ripe in late autumn,
Ten thousand acres of roads are crisscrossed.
I have been transporting grain to the Jurchen Kingdom for five years.
My ambition is to have no land in the world.
Guanhuo
Author: Li Pleiying
Off Guo Pingtian is broad, autumn is deep and hard work is gained.
The short sickle row lacks the moon, and the many crops are cut by yellow clouds.
In the old days, wax accounted for three whites, and this year it was ten points.
In the Taiping cottage, the chickens are full of ears.
The rhyme of dividing rice seedlings for harvesting rice
Author: Gu Qing
The negative Guo Garden and the farmland, the old sunny weather and the peaceful year.
The millet and rice bushes are harvested, and the cattle and sheep are scattered all over the nearby river.
The mist rises from the Ziqi Zeng Mountain, and the ant-scented fermented grain urn rises and ripples.
I dream of the setting sun while pillowing my head against the west window, even if I have paintings I will not pass them on.
Viewing the Cutting of Wheat
Author: Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women and aunts carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
They go with them to the salary fields, and the young men and women are in Nangang.
The weather is full of rustic heat, and the sky is scorching on my back.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with a child beside her.
She is holding an earring in her right hand and a basket hanging on her left arm.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
My family’s farmland has been exhausted, so I’ll just throw it away to satisfy my hunger.
What merit do I have now? I never did farming or mulberry farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think about this, and I will never forget it.