Do you have any poems by Han Gan?

Yuan Zhen: "The drought caused self-hatred, which led to the slaughter of seven counties."

I have heard the heart of God, and my life is clear and kind.

If I am guilty, I won't be hurt by Hu.

Hu Wei is a dry state, which harms thousands of miles.

A drought is tolerable, but its drought has become frequent.

Snow is discontented, and frost and rain do not fall in spring.

Under the imperial decree, wheat and barley were halved.

Half rent is not thin, but it is still trying to be tough.

I try my best not to be afraid. I am ashamed of my son's kindness.

Many women worship their aunts and talk to their grandchildren.

It is enough for me that corn grows day and night.

And fill in the millet tax to reward neighbors.

Without public and private responsibilities, drinking water is not poverty.

Before the words were finished, the drought revived.

It doesn't rain in June, and autumn is ten days.

If you are ignorant, you must always pray.

It's getting dark, and then worship the mud scales.

Think it over when you come back, I want to tell you.

Far from heaven, it's not like a personal relationship.

There is nothing wrong with going over and over again.

There is no reason to disturb the food.

Rolling conveyor, I'm afraid to make neither fish nor fowl.

Being a pawn is a burden, and nothing is uneven service.

There is no barley this year, thanks to Zhu Yubin.

There is nothing complicated about village officials and officials.

The operator was in a hurry to make a payment, and the duty officer was angry with the wine.

Seek punishment and punishment, and wander around without anything.

Born in a small family, I grew up in a small family and never lived in a county town.

Don't hate, don't smell anything.

Strong and rich, wine and meat, poor and unpaid.

All cases are self-inflicted, and nothing is a disaster.

Officials are divided into urban households, and land and water are superimposed.

You can't say anything until you get what you deserve.

In this case, encore is particularly pale.

By revealing the constitution, you will be protected from ghosts and gods.

Self-care is stubborn and stagnant, and sitting on the ground causes disaster.

Shame on the court, shame on the people.

Is there no god to kill you, and you are still suffering for me?

* * * kind words, comfort this song.

Water Margin "Red Sun"

The scorching sun scorched the wild rice in Tian He by half. The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

Light and fat-Bai Juyi?

The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people!

Du Lingcuo-Bai Juyi

The old man lives in Ling Du, and every year he grows a barren land.

In March, there was no rain and dry wind, and the wheat seedlings did not bloom and turned yellow and died.

In September and autumn, the frost is cold and early, and the ears are not ripe.

Officials know, but they don't report the truth. Rent and violent taxes are rewarded by exams.

If you want to pawn mulberry fields, you have to sell them and pay the taxes stipulated by the government. What about food and clothing next year?

Strip our clothes and take the food from our mouths.

The victim of abuse is a jackal. Why did he pawn the hook and saw human flesh with his teeth like a saw?

I don't know who reported the emperor's compassion and understood the people's plight.

The royal decree of mercy is written on white linen, and all taxes are exempted near the capital this year.

Yesterday, Li Xufang came to the door and listed the countryside with a ruler.

Ten of the nine taxpayers have been sent and exempted from taxes by our king.