春种一粒粟,秋收万颗子。
四海无闲田,农夫犹饿死。
Each grain of millet sown in spring
Will by autumn harvest a myriad bring.
Across the land no fields lie vacant,
Peasants still found----starving, dying.
1- Each grain of millet sown in spring
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