The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
The door is that thing
(Tang)
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
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Yao Nai Shan Xing
The cuckoo flies to persuade early ploughing, and the spring hoe pounces on Chu Qing. Thousands of stone trees crossed the road, releasing water from paddy fields all the way.
Wei's poems about Guan Tian's family
A light rain, a new flower, how many days will the Tian family be idle? Agriculture starts here.
Wangzhengzhou
The father of Tian Tian returned to the grassland, and the children of the village ate grass in the rain.