The poems describing various aspects of life at the bottom include:
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.
It is noon on the day of hoeing,
Sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work!
One grain of millet is planted in spring, and
10,000 millet grains are harvested in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world,
Farmers are still starving to death!