Write two poems related to farm tools silently.

The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.

The tiller forgets to plow, and the hoe forgets to hoe.

Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.

Diamonds are hard to pick, waste plows and hoes, blood is flowing, and ghosts are doing it.

Only when the awn seeds have passed the snow can the grass outside the Yili River begin to fertilize.

I don't feel lazy about this, and I think the hoe is too short and wasteful.

I also read the official report. I'm anxious. I'd rather know that Lotus is working hard.

I can't bear to flee my hometown because of the shortage of mowing grass.

Five acres of vegetable fields, Qiu Lai Rihe hoe.

I took the trouble to run in the rain, and the small hoe carried medicine and mud.

Wang Yuan * Qinyuan Geng Chun

A family of eight, a house of five acres, and all the trees are mulberry trees.

Buy ten-horned black cattle, drag plows and harrows, plow fields and splash grass to open up wasteland.

Sow in time, transplant seedlings, etc., and irrigate nakata for cutting.

Miaolinglong, everywhere sees the surplus, everywhere scenery.

When there is plenty of rain, Qiu Lai is healthy. There are also scented millet beads.

Attend until six o'clock, stay up late, call men and women and take them back to the warehouse.

Play the best, cook chicken and drink, and wife and husband * drink.

Nothing else, just being honest and simple, and having a drink with his head down.

Nothing else, but honesty and simplicity, kowtowing to the emperor.