"Compassion for the Farmers One"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
"Compassion for the Farmers II"
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work!
"The Fisherman on the River"
Fan Zhongyan, Northern Song Dynasty
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass. You see a boat going in and out of the storm.
"Two Poems on History·Part 2"
Li Shangyin
Looking at the virtuous countries and families in the past, success was caused by diligence and frugality, and luxury was broken down.
Why do you need amber to be a pillow? How can you use a real pearl to be a chariot?
You will never see a Qinghai horse when you are far away, and you will never pull out a Shushan snake if you are too weak.
Several people have prepared the music of Nanxun, and in the end the blue sky cries the green flowers.
Chapter 2
"The House of Xun Ni at the foot of Wusong Mountain"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
I stayed under Wusongshan, lonely and nowhere joyous.
The autumn work in the Tian family is bitter, and the neighbor's daughter is cold at night.
Kneel down and eat the carved rice, the moonlight shining on the plain plate.
It’s so embarrassing that I can’t eat even if I thank you three times.
A gentleman uses frugality to overcome difficulties.
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of heat and rustic, and the back is scorching with the light of the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with her baby next to her. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.