Get the rice.
Author: Li Gou
The early morning sun filled the mountains and the fields were still wet.
When a woman cries, everyone is afraid to stand up.
The green and yellow ones have been closed, broken and stiff.
Birds and rats are full of official warehouses, and they are rented in today.
Fengnianhang
Author: Lu You
The autumn wind is rustling and the autumn days are sparse, and the rice fields are exhausted.
Although people with lofty ideals are sad in their twilight years, farmers are self-sufficient and happy in one year.
Stir the fermented grains to call the neighboring songs, pecking the millet yellow chicken for the first time.
The long fish is healthy and ready to go, and the new rabbit is fat.
After 40 years of hard work, isn't it a natural obligation to eat enough?
Scholars can talk about literacy, not young people.
The autumn harvest is sunny.
Author: Huang Zuo
Farming is fun at first, that is, watching clouds and water meet the plain.
Towel Lane has a yellow ridge and a green drum full of respect.
Ten miles away, the geese are sharp, and the chickens and dolphins are scattered in the forest.
In the good weather, there is a desire to worry about the country, which can be heard everywhere in the village.
Guan Tian Jia shou huo
Author: Guizhuang
When the rice is fragrant and ripe in autumn,
There are thousands of acres of buildings.
Jurchen, which has been exporting food for five years,
The sky is full of ambition, but I have no field.
Turn off the heat
Author: Li
Guo Pingtian is rich and Qiu Shenqin is diligent.
Short scythes lack the moon, but many crops cut Huang Yun.
Old wax accounts for three whites, and this year it is ten.
In the Taiping Caotang, chickens crow all over the ears.
Rice harvesting and seedling separation rhyme
Author: Gu Qing
Negative Guo Yuanchi takes the homestead, and the weather is old and sunny.
Millet and rice are high, and cattle and sheep are scattered in Sichuan.
When the mountain rises, the fog rises, and the ant incense urn rises.
The sunset is a dream at the west window, even if Dan Qing doesn't pass on.
Tube cutting wheat
Author: Bai Juyi
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.
What are my advantages today? I have never been involved 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.