When weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped on the ground.

Who knows Chinese food,

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.

Benjamin II. The whole poem is as follows:

Plant a millet in spring,

Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

Farmers still starve to death.

Sympathy for agriculture 3

Farming on the ridge,

Hunger grows in the hands.

Weaver girl shuttling under the window,

Hand-woven without clothes.

I miss Yan,

Become a woman's posture.

Smiling is worthless,

The whole family is born fat.