Poetry describing hard work

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 rich in food, and children are full of 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 her son 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. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

1. There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death.

2. In the morning, to control garbage and dirt, Dai Yue went home with a hoe.

When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.

It is rustic to steam in summer, and the sun shines on the back.

After the flowers are collected into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.