The crops are ripe

I left the stubble for the earth

In a hungry "grunt" repeated boulder rolled down

The grass is flattened, but the rice cannot be flattened

One after another is bitter

Flesh and bone separation, one after another

Kill the body, but you can't kill the soul

When the earth comes back to life

Rice is happily planted in the paradise of life

"Song of Things" 53 The rejuvenation of the earth is in the hand, please wait a while,

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