(1) The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.
(2) At the foot of Ehu Mountain, the rice beams are fat, and the pigs and chickens perch on opposite sides. The shadows of mulberry trees are scattered in the spring community, and every family supports people to return intoxicated.
(3) The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sunlight shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.
(4) The fragrant rice and seedlings are ripe in late autumn, and thousands of acres of roads are crisscrossed. For five years, I have been transporting grain to the Jurchen Kingdom. I am determined to have no land in the world.
(5) One night the scorching sun turns to rain, and the dream returns to the cool and moist clothes. I don’t have to worry about leaky houses and wet beds, and I love streams with deep banks. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the fifth watch of the phoenix trees should bring more good news. Even if there is no field, I am still dancing happily, not to mention the hope of the new year in the field.