Tube cutting wheat
Author: Bai Juyi
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 and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.
There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her 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 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
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Farmers rarely have free months, and when May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow.
Women carry vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water slurry in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. The men who collect wheat are all in Nangang.
Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun. Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer.
I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket on her left arm. Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her.
Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger. What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture. Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year.
I feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.
Su Xinshi xugong branch
Author: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
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Next to the sparse fence, there is a path leading to the distance. The flowers on the roadside trees have withered, but the new leaves have just grown, the leaves are sparse and dense, and the shade has not yet formed.
The children ran after the dancing yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into a golden cauliflower, and the children could never find them again.