"Guan Mowed Wheat" The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are even busier. 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 to the salary fields with them, and the young men and women are in Nangang. The weather is full of rustic heat, and the sky is burning on my back. I am exhausted and don’t know the heat, but it’s a pity that the summer is long. There is a poor woman again, with her son in her arms beside her. She holds 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. When the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry farming. An official's salary is three hundred shi, and he has a surplus of food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.