109.悯农（二首）Commiserating with Farmers

One
The farmers are weeding at noon
Sweating drops into the soil soon
Who knows his own rice food on a tray
Each grain came from the toiling day

Two
Being sowed in spring is a millet grain
Ten-thousand grains will be got in autumn
Within four seas is no waste land, though
Died of hunger, the farmers’ harvest is no