Dear friends … please praise the good poems or entries of potatoes (potatoes, potatoes)! thank you

In summer in Qiu Lai, a breeze blew all over my hometown, and the potato fields were dotted with purple flowers, and the new buds bloomed wantonly. After the Millennium and a pillow of first frost, the potato smiled and leaned out of the ridge, waiting for the shovel and sickle to harvest.

potato

It is a portrayal of people's spirit of "hard work and plain living, seeking truth and being pragmatic"

Potatoes changed us.

We transform the earth.

probably

The earth itself is a big potato.

Salute to the great potato! ! !