Ancient poems with black or white colors

The water depth in Nantang is all asparagus, and growing rice in the field is not a boundary.

The phosphorus in the farm is at the bottom of the water, and the jacket is half stained with mud in the reeds.

The desert sand in the field has become a house, and when it comes back, it is a cow, staying alone.

The flooded hands and feet are covered with sores and the mountains fly around.

Mulberry is going to sleep again, but my mother-in-law won't go to the fields when picking mulberry.

The hot and dry weather in the south of the Yangtze River is poisonous, and the seedlings move brightly in the rain.

A year's practice is long and hard, and every family has to compete with God.