Looking for an ancient poem by Shi Naian. The red sun burns like fire, enjoy it.

The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

See "The Water Margin" for this poem, and Bai Sheng sang it fluently when picking wine for his post. It's probably a folk song in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. When writing about the summer drought, the contrast of different moods and attitudes between farmers and Wang Sun reflected the class contradictions in feudal society at that time.