1, Be kind to farmers (1) Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
2. When farmers (2) weed at noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
3. Garage shops, car accidents, Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you has a bow and quiver on your belt. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky. Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty. Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.
4. You don't know that nothing grows except weeds in Hanjia, a thousand villages in 200 states of Shandong. Although strong women are willing to farm, Long Mu has no tools. Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting. The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
5, don't look at Qinghai head, it is simply a forgotten old bone. The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky.
6. Since ancient times, without Lang Yi, where is Lang today? I won't blame you for coming back late. You can't go to Lin Qiong.
7, the thief retired from the official, where peace passed, twenty years in the mountains.
8. The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind. In August and autumn, the wind roared and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
9. The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and Jiaoer lies in the cracks. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
10, watching mowing, the family has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer. There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.