Five poems about people's livelihood

The wine in Zhumen stinks and the bones on the road freeze to death. -I chanted 500 words of Du Fu from Beijing to Fengxian.

There are thousands of mansions in Ande, and all the poor people in the world are smiling. -The thatched cottage was destroyed in the autumn wind, Du Fu.

Since the military revolution has not stopped, children have been fighting for the eastward expedition-Du Fu, the third trilogy of Qiang Village

My family's land tax is all gone, so I rely on this to feed my hunger-to cut wheat and Bai Juyi.

In June, the grain and grass were not exhibited, and the butler had built the warehouse-field.