Farmer's rice harvesting jingle

Farmers suffer, farmers are tired, farmers life really suffer. Spring plowing, summer shoveling, sweaty backs, up early in the morning and late at night, but also tired. Motorcycle oil, cell phone bills, food and meat are expensive. It is not easy to work in agriculture, and it is not easy to say that you can't plant the earth. The harvest is small, the investment is large, and the new car becomes old in a few years. When there is a drought, people will be blinded, and look at the empty oil drums. A barrel of oil is more than a thousand dollars, and I have to buy rice and flour on credit. Two dollars is enough for food and drink, but there is not much left at the end of the year. In July and August, there are a lot of exams, so I can't afford to pay for gifts. If you want to use the money, you can't get it back without a guarantor. A person's whole life is one line of work. Anything is better than farming. The four seasons of the year lie in the spring, but without rain in the spring, you will be in a daze. Seed fertilizer is expensive, but you have to water it after planting. Farmer's words, remember, plow carefully and catch all the seedlings. Seedlings are healthy when they come out of the ground, but a wind and sandstorm will wipe them away. The spring rain is as expensive as oil, but if it rains too much, it is still worrying. If you want to get out of the car, there is no good road, and the four wheels will make a mistake when they enter the ground. Out of the water, is mud, anxious mood need not be mentioned. It is expensive to use oil and car, and the seeds and fertilizers have not been sent out for sowing. I hope the weather will clear up and wait for the water to disappear, then I will sow seeds and fertilizers. The temperature is high during the three-volt days, and there is no rain for three days, so I still have to water. I have to do it again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again. A dibble, water a dibble, a hailstorm left a pole. I can see through all this and have no choice but to develop animal husbandry. I raise sheep, you raise cattle, every day grazing or worry. Grassland war, forestry area, before the annual festival to play the skirting. And send money, and send gifts, a year without sending to catch you.