Poetry about agriculture

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

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Be kind to farmers and 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.

Transplant Song Feng magnum

Reach into Noda and look up to see the water.

Six clean squares are meters, and retrogression is progress.

Tao Yuanming, the third of Five Poems of Returning to Yuan Tian Ju

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.