Ancient poems about farmers

Two Poems on Pity for Peasants

(Don Li Shen)

Weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate,

Every grain is bitter.

(Don Li Shen)

Sow a drop in spring and harvest thousands of trees in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers starve to death.

Li Shen, an Anhui native, was born in the seventh year of Tang Dali (772).