Observe the harvesting of wheat by Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Women and aunts carry baskets for food, and children carry pots of pulp.
They go to the salary fields together, and their young men and women are in Nangang.
The weather is full of heat and rustic, and the sky is burning on the back.
I am exhausted and don’t know the heat, but I am grateful that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman holding a child next to her.
She is holding the earrings in her right hand and her left hand. The basket is hung on the arm.
Listening to his words of concern, the listener feels sad.
My family's fields have been exhausted, so I pick this up to satisfy my hunger.
What merit do I have now? , I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and I have more food every year.
I am ashamed of myself when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
《 "Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers" Li Shen
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work.
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers still starve to death.
"Tian Family" Fan Chengda
Daytime Out The fields are weaved at night, and the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for the fields and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons by the mulberry trees.