1, summer is full of rustic steaming, and it burns back to the sky. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
At noon on the day of weeding, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? (Li Shen's "Farmers")
Other related poems:
First, Tian Jia
[Tang] Nie
Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.
The grain did not show in June, and the housekeeper has repaired it.
Second, Xunxi Acura
[Qing] Dong Yao
It's lucky to add a little money when the rice is green and yellow.
February, the new April and May Valley, who are you working for?