March: Grafting these young trees, thinking of the days of my grandchildren.
April: Digging the soil of the paddy field, sincerity concentrated on the edge of the mattock.
May: Returning home with the dim moonlight glinting on the edges of our mattocks.
June: Boundless wealth stored up by gracious heaven: dig it out with your mattock, take it away with your sickle.
July: Weeding the paddy field [[132]] in a happiness and contentment which townspeople do not know.
August: Standing peasant worthier than resting rich man.
September: Ears of rice bend their heads as they ripen. (An allusion to wisdom and meekness.)
October: White steam coming out of a manure house on an autumn morning.
November: Moon clear and bright above neatly divided paddy fields.
December: All the members of the family smiling and celebrating the year's end, piling up many bales of rice.