Barley is yellow, and women cry and hide. East to Djibouti, west to Yang Liang,
Ask who is waist, sickle, beard and Qiang. There are 3,000 soldiers in Shu, and this department has worked hard.
As calm as a bird with feathers and wings, I returned to my hometown with white clouds.
Ancient songs (Han Anonymous)
Planting wheat in Gaotian,
This matter will never work out.
This man is in a foreign land,
Why don't you look haggard
Jixing (land patrol)
Wheat comes on, rain ripens plums, and every time you open your eyes.
The wine glass is not understood as worrying about the enemy, and the book is opened as a medium for sleeping.
The bones exist in name only, and they are buried with moss.
I have lost everything I know, but it is sad for me.
Sigh in autumn night (land tour)
Shili Feng Dan 'an, Sanmai Village.
Many mountains hinder the eyes, and autumn is easy to disappear.
Fire lifts the boat over the dam and people bark at the door.
I'm so sad, it's raining harder!
Show children (land tour)
Hundreds of mulberry trees have been planted in the east of Sheshe, and Baibu Pond is still being built in the west of Sheshe. Early tea is harvested and late tea is produced, and wheat is barley yellow.
As soon as I'm finished, I can't hold my head up anymore.
Reading habits are not swept away, and the bamboo in front of the lamp is simple and yellow.
I am ecstatic that my son is ruling the chaos from the side.
You don't need to drink when you are drunk, but you can get a book. It sounds good.
Life is sick, and the unique book addiction is incurable.
I hope my son can plough enough food and clothing to study in thousands of books.
Recite (land trip)
In the case of unknown reasons, Cang Bo looked at himself.
Cultivate endless forests and occupy the whole world.
The wheat fields around the village seedlings are gloomy, and the soft mulberry is full of strange fruits.
Doctors are really friends, searching for the disabled and * * *.
Zhangshan Renyuan (Su Shi) travels with prostitutes.
Apricots are golden and wheat is ripe, and young birds and magpies beat hsinchu.
Therefore, mundane things bother you, and fine horse red makeup fills the valley.
Although the intention of carrying a pot to persuade wine is very heavy, cuckoo's voice is faster.
The wine is scattered and the door is closed, and the lonely calendar is hung with sparse trees in the sunset.