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 in "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
The mother-in-law is full, and the child is 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 was a poor woman with a child beside her.
The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.
There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.
I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.