I feel depressed and can't see hope. Poetry is crazy in spring, and cloudy in spring is low. The distant forest is full of air, and the long road is full of wind. Although the house inspection is temporary, the feelings have changed. What I saw was terrible, and what I heard was sad. After last year's drought, the fields were not as good as plowing. It rains late in winter and it is rare to stay in the wheat. There is no hope of going there, but now I'm hungry. All the people, old and young, are digging and looking for it. This thing can hardly be better, it is given by curly ears. Yesterday, the clouds can drive away the wind, and there is no doubt that it fills the stomach; It's poisonous today, and my stomach is scarred. He died on1October 7th and 8th, when the road passed through his body. Dogs peck at their bones and kites peck at their skins. Hu is a disabled citizen, which makes this bird and beast fat?
This realistic poem was written by Su Shunqin, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. It reflects the tragic situation that ordinary people are lying dead in the streets because of famine, and the bodies are left for birds and animals to eat after death.