Thanks For Farming Civilization Poem by Cui Gya

When the sun reaches 330 degrees in longitude
I want to solemnly worship
The farming civilization of the past
And all the creatures
Though they all end up in dust
Salute the first person to develop grain production
He raised his home with experience
Paying tribute to the first group of white friars
They pioneered and nourished mankind with the fruit of industry
From then on, there is surplus grain in barns
From then on, there is fine wine in cellars
My well-off life benefits from your efforts
This kind of bow shadow
Must understand the earth
Must love the soil
No matter where it is
Chinese traditional calendar in the East
About equaled to the edition of lunar calendar in the West
We were grateful to heaven and earth before BC
When we all had the appearance of sage