Oh, I miss the fields after harvest!
Flocks of sparrows swoop down to pick up fallen rice,
The smell of new straw wafts up the golden sunlight,
Hear the salty scent of sweat.
Someone's laughter is heard somewhere?
Thousands of kites fluttering in the wind,
Thousands of kites carry sweet dreams,
Like a shimmering candy of memory.
Oh, I miss the smoke from the fields so much it makes my eyes sting!
The smell of grilled snakehead fish on straw wafts by,
The strong rice wine is too strong to drink,
The waves are filled with the quintessence of the homeland.
The sound of footsteps in the deserted fields,
Frogs croak on rainy nights,
The monsoon winds dye the sesban flowers yellow,
Fish overflowing the shore swaying the late night moon.
The land turns to welcome the bustling New Year wind,
Green fields put on new clothes,
The fields are as smooth as a girl's wasp waist.
Sweet and fragrant rice scent.
The land loves people so it struggles to grow,
Day and night he breathes his soul into the earth,
The scent of the earth is filled with abundant love,
Silent sweat soaks the soil, disguising as poetry.
MYSTERIOUS SEEDS
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