Poetry about blood and sweat

Year: Song Author: He Wenji

The sweat field is not long, and autumn fragrance overwhelms thousands of flowers.

For several years, leopards hid in the fog in the mountains and the wind blew on the sea.

Kui industry is badly needed, and micro-officials are not enough to talk about poverty.

A guest came to Longmen to play, saying that he was worried and worried.

Chi Li is on her way.

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In June, the world is full of pills, and the wind is thousands of miles away.

My emperor is kind and thrifty, but he offers it, and the Sixth Palace does not attack the Tang Dynasty.

The maharaja hates distant treasures. He doesn't know that he often dies in the dark.

Why are you miserable in the county? It seems that you are tired when the summer heat grows.

The color and fragrance are all rotten, but the name only exists, and the bird can't win.

It was terrible at first sight, but it was hard.