What are the ancient poems about fright?

Don Wei Wu Ying

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

A subtle spring rain is full of vitality, and a rumbling spring thunder is coming. Farming families can have a few free days a year, and Tanaka's work has been very busy since the shock. All the young people went to farm in the fields, and the yard was changed into a vegetable field. When I come back from Tanaka, I often take my calf to the western mountain stream to drink water after sunset.

Hungry and hardworking farmers never complain, and a spring rain that is as expensive as oil makes them full of joy. The granary has long run out of old grain, but the government's scheduling is endless. Seeing farmers like this, I am deeply ashamed that I am a person who doesn't farm. My salary can all come from these farmers.

Second, "Twenty-four poems were sung in February"

Don

The sun woke up first, and the earth was bright.

Peach blossoms bloom in Sichuan brocade, and eagle-year-old spring pigeons.

When is it time to rush, bud? Instant repair.

Everything in the world has farmland.