A much-thumbed copy of the Thousand-Character Classic, its edges frayed from turning. Cold comes, heat goes. …
A much-thumbed copy of the Thousand-Character Classic, its edges frayed from turning.
Cold comes, heat goes.
Harvest in autumn, store in winter.
Note: Qiuniang, look, your name is in here. I can write it now too.
Spring shoots, summer flowers,
harvest in autumn, store in winter.
Think always on the work of the fields,
and there will be no want, no hunger.
Note: Miao, I couldn't find your name, so I asked the headmaster to help me add a line. What do you think? Does it work? The headmaster is learned, but he doesn't put on airs. He said this is called the Thousand-Character Classic. But the one in my hands, this is our family's Thousand-Character Classic. When I come down there, we'll read it together.