Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
You can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
Farmers still starve to death.
Bai Juyi, don't buy it.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the bones on the road freeze to death-Du Fu
It's not the silkworm farmers who travel everywhere —— Zhang Yu's Silkworm Girl