Qilu Farmer
Hu Bingyan
Wind, frost, snow and rain disturb the farmland, and how much hard work pays off year after year.
My legs are covered with mud on the roundabout courtyard, and my whole body is covered with sweat.
When you receive the hope, your heart will be happy, but when the investment is deducted, your face will be gloomy.
A few officials and princes are worried about the people. Who knows that I am poor?
The red sun is scorching like fire
Author Song Anonymous Song Dynasty Dynasty
The red sun is scorching like fire,
The wild field seedlings are half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water.
The princes, princes and grandsons shake their fans
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips from the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
One grain of millet is planted in spring and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
"Two Songs of Compassion for the Farmers"
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knew that every meal on the plate is hard work?
"Farmer's Father"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi
The stars are rising when the hoe is used for plowing, and the long acres are filled with joy.
In the end, the grain and millet belong to someone else, and I don’t know where to leave my wife.
"Old Songs of the Wild"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
The poor old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil.
At the end of the year, I am hoeing and plowing in the empty house, and I am calling my children to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
In Xijiang Jiake, there are hundreds of dendrobium trees. The dogs raised in the boat grow to eat meat.