The night is hazy, getting up is busy,
Go to the streets to pick up rubbish.
The figure is rickety and the pace is vigorous.
His temples are gray and his face is yellow.
Acquaintances in Lu Yu panicked,
Talk about the status quo and hurt yourself.
I won't carry a gun until I'm 20,
The melting pot first came to the countryside.
Forty just arrived at the factory,
Fifty coincides with being cut.
There is no way to buy out qualifications,
Since then, I have been wandering and sad.
Son, all the land will be returned,
House demolition is even scarier.
What about the demolition regulations?
A room is worth one square.
Grandchildren study quite well,
The foreign hukou is heartbroken.
Old age is a great help,
Don't think about big business.
I also thought about small business.
I'm afraid the city management will lose heart.
Thinking about the past, having no livelihood,
Finally, it is better to clean up the garbage.
Not afraid of hardship, not afraid of dirt,
Not afraid of taxes, not afraid of wolves.
Clean up the mess in the city,
Famine is confined to families.
Hundred Poems 2
One year in spring,
Cultivate and sow a good year.
Sweat dripped on fertile soil,
Get up early and be greedy for the dark and dare not be idle.
Cattle, horses, donkeys and mules are all farmed.
Pigs, sheep, chickens and dogs also add up.
Wind and rain,
August and autumn are busy.
The straw hat on his head burns in the sun,
Suddenly exploded in the rain.
Although the agricultural tax was reduced,
How much money did you earn?