Poetry describing poverty

Compassion for Peasants —— Don Li Shen

one

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death.

Secondly,

It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Tian Jia

Don Ni Zhong Yi

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.

In June, before the grain came out, the government repaired the warehouse.

Xun Xi Ji pin

-Dong Qing Yao

It's lucky to add an extra money when the rice is green and yellow.

February, the new April and May Valley, who are you working for?