Mother-in-law pays for food, and the child carries the pot pulp. She and her husband went to Jiaotian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It's steamy enough in summer, and the sun shines on your back. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There was a poor woman with a child beside her. Her right hand grabbed her ear and her left arm hung on the basket.
Listening to his caring words makes people sad.
Today, I have no merit. I used to work in agriculture and mulberry. I have collected 300 stones, and I have surplus grain at the age of 20.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.