The hope of the farmers is all in this beautiful field

In this new spring

The ploughshare cuts through the dirt and grinds white like brushing teeth

Rows of fish-like fields

And the whole thing was raked and scraped evenly, as flat as water

Rows of rice grow on it

And send more powerful teeth

Eat the stalks of rice

Spit out the countless grains

All show the wisdom of the farmer's hard work

How capable they are!

From the Cow to the Machine Age

The post-80s generation is a leaper

And their children

Follow into the rice beating machine room

Enjoy the joy of harvest together

Come out and shoot off a head of white ash

But I can't shoot it off

A few gray hairs on their heads

In this harvest of autumn

their results

Like this bright Mid-Autumn Festival full moon

"Song of Things" 29 Love the field is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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