(1) Original: Part One

In spring, as long as sowing the next seed, autumn can harvest a lot of food.

Under heaven there is no waste of heaven and earth, and the labouring peasants are still starved to death.

Secondly,

The summer noon, the sun is hot, farmers are still working, beads drop into the soil.

Who thinks, our bowl of rice, the grain of grain is full of farmer's blood and sweat?

(2) Translation:

One

Sow a seed in spring, and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

There is not a field that is not cultivated, but there are still farmers who starve to death.

Secondly,

Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from their bodies on the land where the seedlings grow.

Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?

2. Chrysanthemum

(1) Original:

Waiting for eighth of September in lunar year of Autumn,

Blooming chrysanthemums in full bloom, the fragrance of the fragrance of changan, the city is bathed in the fragrant chrysanthemum - Italy, the land is golden like the chrysanthemum - like chrysanthemum.

(2) Translation: The autumn wind is rolling in, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are swaying. The stamens and flowers are full of chill, and it is difficult for butterfly bees to come. One day, I will be a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

3. Wind and rain after summer heat

Original text:

The high wind drives away the urgent rain, and the residual heat sweeps away the air.

Because of the cold state, everyone comes in an instant.

There was a gap in the paper window, and Wan Fan laughed in vain.

Children reading autumn songs are reminiscent of drunkenness.

On July 24th, it was cold in the mountains, and it was summer on July 29th.

(1) Original:

The world is not hot, and clothes are given in the mountains today.

The cicada is gradually swallowing, and the autumn scenery is beginning to fade.

There are still many bases in the four seas, and you will rest for the rest of your life.

Drifting empty boss, everything goes against your heart.

(2) Translation:

The human summer solar term has not yet arrived, but the people in the mountains have added new autumn clothes.

The cicada in the dew is becoming more and more sad, and the sunshine in early autumn has begun to decline.

Despite the frequent wars everywhere, my residual life has long since lost its vitality.

After years of wandering, I am old in vain, and everything in the world is always not as good as my mind.