In July, Mars sinks to the west, and in September, people wear cold clothes. The north wind screams in the winter moon, the cold in the twelfth lunar month increases, and I don’t have a single piece of coarse cloth clothes. How can I survive the New Year! In the first month of the year, we work on edging and in February, we work in the fields. Women and children work together, delivering soup and rice to the edge of the ridge. Mr. Tian Guan smiled.
In July, Mars sinks to the west, and in September, people wear cold clothes. The sun is good in spring, and the orioles are busy singing. The girls picked up tall baskets and walked on the path to collect sericulture. In the spring, the sun is slow and the white wormwood is collected enough. The girls were worried, fearing that the young master would take them away.
In July, Mars sinks to the west, and in August, the reed stalks will be harvested well. In March, when pruning mulberry branches, I picked up an ax and a plow, cut off any branches that were too long, and pulled the branches to pick young mulberries. The shrike is still shouting in July, but Ji Ma is even busier in August. The dyed silk can be either black or yellow, and the scarlet one is more beautiful. I have to make clothes for the young master.
In April, Polygala is knotting, and in May, cicadas are cackling. The grain is harvested in August and the leaves are dropped in October. In the winter months, I have to hunt raccoons, catch foxes, and make fur coats for the young master. In the twelfth lunar month, everyone gathered together again to hunt and practice martial arts. The small wild boar is for myself, and the big wild boar is for the father-in-law.
The katydids snap their legs in May, and the weavers flutter their wings in June. In July, crickets are in the wilds, in August they are under the eaves, in September they crow at the door, and in October they move down the bed. The fire smoked the rats, all the holes were blocked, the north window was plugged up, and the firewood door was covered with mud. I called my son and my old wife to come and move into the house as the Chinese New Year is approaching.
Hawthorn cherries are eaten in June, and sunflower beans are cooked in July. Dates are beaten in August, rice is boiled in October, and sweet wine called frozen mash is made. After drinking it, the elderly feel full. Pick melons in July and gourds in August. In September, we harvest pockmarks, pick some bitter herbs and collect some firewood, and we farmers will make our mouths dry. (Pa: Yin Hu hú, subsistence.)
The threshing floor is laid out in September, and the grain is put into the warehouse in October. Grain early and late, yellow rice and sorghum, sesame, beans and wheat. We mud-legged men! The crops in the fields have just been harvested, and errands have to be done in the city. During the day, we cut a lot of thatch, and at night, we cut the grass ropes until they were long. We quickly built the house, and we were busy plowing the fields and sowing seeds.
In December, ice is made to make a sound, in the first month, the ice is carried and stored in the cellar, and in February, ice is taken to offer sacrifices, including leeks and lamb. There is frost in September and sweeping in October. Hold two bottles of wine and kill a sheep.
They all went to the father-in-law's hall, raised their horn cups on their heads, and wished "Longevity without borders"!