If you plant a millet in spring, there will be 10,000 seeds in Qiu Cheng.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Translation:
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn.
All over the world, there are no fields that are not cultivated, and there are no fields that are not cultivated, but there are still farmers working, but they starve to death.
At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil.
Who would have thought that every grain of rice in our bowl was bought by farmers' hard work?
2. bees
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Translation:
Whether on the flat land or on the mountain peak, beautiful scenery is occupied by bees.
Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
3. April in the countryside
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Translation:
The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, and the cuckoo is singing.
April in the countryside is the busiest time. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
4. Song of Autumn Pu
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
The fire pierced the heavens and the earth, and the red star flashed in the wood smoke.
Copper smelters sing while working on the bright moon night, and their songs resound through the cold valley.
5. Silkworm Girl
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
Translation:
Yesterday I went to town to sell silk, and when I came back, tears soaked my towel.
Why are you so sad? I saw rich people dressed in silk and satin, but none of them were sericulturists.