There is a name called modern survival poem.

The spring when everything is revived.

I saw your face.

You are green.

You are very warm.

You are very sweet

You are the light of the sun.

You have brought a vision to farmers.

The new makeup you brought to Master Yuan.

Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn.

I saw your amazing posture.

You are golden.

You are mature.

You are complete.

You are a silent and ubiquitous blessing.

You bring comfort to hard work.

You have brought fruitful results to cultivation.

In the winter covered with snow and ice

On a stormy summer day

Your footsteps are not everywhere.

I saw your time.

I see you're pregnant.

I see you spinning.

You are experiencing the true meaning of life everywhere.

I was born in your arms.

Like a seedling

You take care of me.

Give me bitter well water.

Give me a poor life

Give me a strong will.

Give me a kind heart.

My roots

Deeply rooted in this tragic land

For the faith of life

Standing in the shadow of the soul.

I can always see you.

You bring me the beauty of the fire of life.