Li Shen
Plant a millet in spring,
Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn.
There are no idle fields in the four seas,
Farmers still starve to death.
Minnong
Li Shen
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who knows Chinese food,
Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
Bai Juyi mowed wheat in Guan in Tang Dynasty.
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
The Fisherman on the River: Fan Zhongyan's Song
People come and go on the river,
But I like perch beauty.
Look at a boat,
In and out of the storm.
Plough map
During the drought, farmers look forward to the spring rain.
Looking at rice with tears in her eyes.
The children once asked:
Food and clothing parents,
Who do you complain to?
Reading is a nation now.
Spare no effort.
Unforgettable old village head,
It was given to me that year,
A handful of hometown.