1. Don Li Shen, a kind farmer.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Commentary: Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where the seedlings grow.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?
2. "Returning to the Garden" Dong Yuanming.
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Description: When beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan Mountain, the result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings.
Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.
The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
3. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fan Song Chengda.
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Commentary: Cutting land during the day and rubbing hemp at night, both men and women on the farm help their parents to do things, do housework and let their parents rest. Children know nothing about farming and weaving, but they also learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
4. Country April song Weng Juan.
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Commentary: A small river flows in the green hills, and cuckoos are singing happily in the drizzle and breeze.
How busy people are in the countryside in April, before they finish sericulture and start farming.
5, "Guan Mai" Tang Bai Juyi.
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 loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with 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 a child beside her.
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.
Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Explanation: Cultivators seldom have free days, and every family is doubly busy in May.
Last night, a south wind blew, and the wheat was covered with long ditches and brown.
Women carry bamboo rice and small rice, and children carry crock pulp soup.
After going forward, we drove the noon bus to the field, and the boys were working hard in Nangang.
The country weather in summer makes my feet steaming, and the burning sun makes my back burning.
I'm exhausted and I don't feel hot. I just hope this summer will last forever.
There are even those poor women holding babies beside them.
Right hand to pick up the lost ears of wheat, left arm hanging a broken basket.
Listening to their conversation in a few words can not help but cause me infinite sadness:
"My family's income has been taxed, and this leak has suppressed the famine."
What are my advantages now? I have never been engaged in farming and sericulture.
If you eat rice with nine grades and three hundred stones, there will be surplus food for adults.
I am ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day long.