Author: (Tang) Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.
Among them, the sentence describing the maturity of wheat is "The south wind rises at night and the wheat turns yellow."
The sentence that farmers are persecuted by taxes is "I have lost all the taxes on my land, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger."