What is the poem "Village Residence"?

It's another beautiful day when I wake up. I'm going out for a walk. Women sit at the door doing needlework, staring at their hands; The old people took a pot of feed and poured it into the henhouse to fill the chicken's stomach; Men are weeding and sowing in the fields, and sweat as big as beans flows down their foreheads; The children were not idle either. They ran to the mountain, picked up a pile of firewood and carried it home to cook. Everyone is busy. It seems that I have to find something to do. ...

It's noon, and I'm tired of my work. The old man's legs are sore; The child was panting with fatigue; Women can't even lift their hands; Man, sitting in the shade, wiping sweat and drinking water. They had lunch and then went on working.

But the children had nothing to do, so they took hoes and ran to the shade of mulberry trees to imitate adults and learn to grow melons! They are puzzled, clumsily planting melons, and their mouths are still chanting: "Little melon seedlings, grow up quickly, let me eat you when you grow up."

After reading this picture, I chanted aloud, "Till the fields during the day, you will be numb at night, and the children in the village will take care of their own affairs. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. "