The native chicken is struggling to find green worms in the vegetable field,

A green worm is juicy and fat,

Looking up at the sky,

began to envy the floating clouds,

One day flew into the clouds,

But there were no green worms in the clouds.

When I was young, there was no shortage of green mangs,

The moment the tiny man picks up the knife,

People have reason to believe that they are no longer small,

The growth played a melodious melody,

Maybe that's the beginning of inspiration.

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