Author: Bai Juyi
Planting Sang Ma in thick land will help the people.
Life is fabric and silk, and everyone has thought about it.
Outside the body, levy, and obey.
The state set up two taxes, the original intention is to worry about the people.
At the beginning of Jue, prevent her from lewdness and forgive her internal and external ministers:
Tax plus one thing is all in vain.
But after a long time, corrupt officials have to follow suit;
I am eager to spoil, there is no winter and spring.
Weaving silk is not a horse, restraining silk is not redundant;
Xu Li forced me to accept, and I was not allowed to wander around for the time being.
At the end of the year, the world closed, and the evil wind broke the village.
At night, the fireworks are exhausted and it is white.
Young people don't cover, and old people don't get warm.
Sadness and cold are pungent in the nose.
Yesterday, I lost my residual tax because I peeked at the official treasury door:
Silk is like a mountain, silk is like a cloud;
The number is the envy of others, and the supreme is offered with the month.
Take my warmth away, Mel.
Entering Qionglinku, it turned to dust after a long time.
Look at cutting wheat.
Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with 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 is another poor woman with a child in her arms. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Du Fu's "Military Vehicle Shop"
Chetuo and Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you has a bow and quiver around your waist.
My parents and wife will say goodbye to each other until the dust buries the bridge outside Chang 'an.
On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited.
Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.
On the border, people's blood flows like the sea, while the heart of Emperor Wu is still beating for the war.
Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain?
Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight.
Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain?
Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
Faced with tax challenges, how do they pay? .
If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.
Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.
The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky.
The Book of Songs-Storytelling
Vole, vole, don't eat my millet!
I have served you hard for years, but you don't care about me.
Vowed to get rid of you and go to a happy land.
Promised land, won my position?
Vole, vole, don't eat my wheat!
I have served you hard for many years, but you are not kind to me.
Swear to get rid of you and enjoy the state.
Guo Le Guo Le, why am I straight?
Rat, vole, don't eat my seedlings!
After years of hard work, you don't want me!
I vowed to get rid of you and go to the suburbs to laugh.
That happy suburb, that happy suburb, who is still lamenting the long cry!
Wang Mian's sorrow.
The wind blows sand into the empty house, and old Wu Hao sings firewood on the house.
Whose man went on an expedition? Parents and wives cry to each other.
Weeping has gone, and passers-by are sad.
The deceased has a heart, and the mourners feel everything.
She was a big girl the year before last and sold children last year.
They are all forced by official taxes, not by hunger.
Cloth wears out grass and clothes, and there is no frost and snow in a winter.
These days, young and old are not in groups, and taxes are unknown.
Last night, thunder suddenly broke the mountain wall, and heavy rain came from the north like a torrent.
At this time, it was June in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sour wind was biting and chilly.
There is no fire in the east village and the west village, and the clouds are as black as ink.
You can't sleep because you are both busy.
Open the door and dare not speak loudly. There are many tigers grinding their teeth outside.
I have never suffered like this since I lived here for more than ten times.
I feel this heavy sigh, and I can't feel the tears touching my face.
Powerful, heroic Tianhe? Wash away the troubles of Qing Yu District 9, sit down and let your generation live a peaceful life!
Ode to history
(Tang Li Shangyin)
Looking at the countries and families of former sages, they became thrifty and extravagant.
Why should amber be used as a pillow, and the real pearl is a car?
If you don't meet Qinghai horse, it's hard to pull out the snake in Shushan.
Several people sang songs in the south in advance, and finally Cangwu cried for Cui Hua.
Poetry into Beijing
(money)
Spaghetti mushrooms and incense are harmful to people.
The breeze swept through the air with two sleeves so as not to interfere with Yamaraja's brief conversation.
Qibi, Shuduanzhou County
(Song Bao Zheng)
Pure heart is the foundation, and the right path is the plan. Show dry eventually becomes a building, fine steel don't make a hook.
The warehouse is full of mice and birds, and the grass is full of foxes and rabbits. There are lessons in history, so don't be ashamed.