Ancient poetry in the field

The ancient poems on the field are as follows:

Tianshang

Don Cui Daorong

The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.

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The spring rain is enough, which makes Gaotian white; In order to compete for seeds, farmers braved the heavy rain, dressed in hemp fiber, and came to the fields to farm in the middle of the night.

When people and cows have no strength, it is far from dawn.

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and talented silkworms are inserted in the fields.

In the middle of the night, while the tiger was ploughing, the cow couldn't walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.

Wake up the children in the middle of the night and go to plow before dawn.