Now it's someone else's land. Will there be spring in the taken land?
Walking along the route to the intersection of the blue sky and the green garden is like walking in a dream.
God, don't be silent, okay? Looks like I didn't come alone. Did you drag me here, or who called me here? Would you please tell me?
The wind is urging me on my way, and I am not allowed to stay for a quarter of an hour. The lovely bird smiled at me on my other side.
Thanks to the wheat fields, this year is a bumper harvest. It rained all day, which made you all have a good bath. Even I feel good.
In the field, you will also see several people who are desperate to farm seriously. At this time, the birds will sing and dance with him.
Butterfly, don't be too arrogant. You should say hello to even the humble grass. Because it was planted by my best friend, I miss it more.
Give me a shovel, I will set foot on this gentle soil, and I will pay my sweat here.
Like a child abandoned by the river. My soul is constantly wandering, I don't know why, I don't know where to go, it's ridiculous, please give me an answer.
In a field where a simple smile and sadness are intertwined, I walked here for a day with great expectation. But now it seems that spring will be taken away, let alone the fields.