There is a poem about a tailor who has no clothes to wear, a builder who has no house to live in, and a farmer who lives in a field without food. How to recite that poem, how to wait?

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.

Zhang Yu-Silkworm Girl

I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.

Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.