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Wind, frost, rain and snow disturb the farmland, and how much hardship the years have paid.

My legs are covered with mud, I wander around the yard, and I sweat all over in front of the grain.

Hope is pleasant, investment is depressing.

A few officials are worried about the people, but who knows that I am poor?

The sun burns like fire.

Author Song Ming Song.

The sun burns like fire,

Noda's seedlings have withered by half.

The farmer's heart is like soup,

Grandson shook his fan.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every meal in our plate is obtained after hard work?

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen

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.

Two Poems for Farmers (Part Two)

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

Farmer's father

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi

Transport and hoe? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness.

Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.

Wild old songs

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.

At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.

The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.