I would like to use this book to commemorate the more than three million people who died in the drought in the 18th year of the Republic of China
In the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Suffered from famine in the next year. Sorghum noodle soup, Drink once every three days.
Poor peasants, Life is really hard. Lay down two buckets of millet, Blow to the sky.
who pass by, I want to sell my wife My wife and I suffer poorly, The situation is really sad.
The eldest is seven or eight years old, Two to three years old, And another hug, Give it to anyone who wants it.
It's not that I'm cruel,

My family is really poor, Baby, don't be hurt, Try to escape with your life. ——Shaanxi Folk Song "Selling My Wife"