Author: Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs. (uptown)
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 community was next to the forest. The road turned to the stream head and suddenly I saw it. (Xia Gan)
It expresses the poet's joy in the harvest year and his love for rural life.