Thesonghasinthefarmerfieldtoturnthesoil.Suddenly,heseestohaveaharetofleeflusteredfromthesidethickpatchofgrass,hitsinontheedgeofapaddyfieldtreepillar,assoonasthenpouredintheremovesisalsomotionless.Assoonasthefarmerwalkslookedthat,Therabbitdied.Becauseitrunsthespeedtooisquick,allhittheneckfolds(shé).Farmerhappyextremely,ahisstrengthhasnotspent,BaiJianalsohasbeenfatthebighare.Hethought;Ifallcanpicktheharedaily,thedayfeltbetter.Henceforth,heagainwasnotwillingtoleavethestrengthtofarm.Sideeveryday,heplacesthehoe,liesdownnearbythetreepillar,waswaitingforsecond,thirdharehitthistreepillartocomeup.Intheworldwherehasthatmanycheapmatter.Thefarmerdoesnotcertainlyhavetheharewhichpicksagainhitsdies,buthispaddieswentoutofcultivationactually.