Frogs can be heard in the fragrance of rice and flowers.
I like to watch the waves of rice, and heroes from all over the world fall in the sunset. -Mao Zedong's Seven Laws of Shaoshan.
Li Shen's Two Poems for Farmers;
If you plant a millet in spring, there will be 10,000 seeds in Qiu Cheng. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Guangxi pastoral third author: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Yande farmhouse in Tang Dynasty
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Xin Qiji, a Song Dynasty poet, "Night on the Xijiang River in Huangsha Road"
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou.