Modern Poetry of "The Old Man's Vegetable Field"

The man in his eighties is smoking on the balcony.

The sun shone obliquely on the wrinkled face.

Eyes deeply looking at the vegetable field at the door.

His grandson is farming in the vegetable field.

Black mud was dug out and scattered under the hoe.

From time to time, several wriggling earthworms fall out.

There are stones covered with waterlines around the vegetable fields.

Quietly looking at this sweaty young man.

Seventy years ago in the spring.

His grandfather is like his grandson.

Vegetable field cultivation

Freedom and democracy after liberation in agriculture

Autumn forty years ago.

He is also like his grandson.

Vegetable field cultivation

Development and prosperity after the reform of agricultural reclamation

The black land sparkled in the sun.

Sprinkle food seeds and water them.

Maybe you can plant some leeks or garlic beside it.

Vegetables will ripen this winter.

The old man slowly spit out a smoke ring.

There is a growing vegetable in front of me.

If we can't finish it, we can take it to the market and sell it at a good price.

The old man murmured, and his smile was as bright as a cloud.