Beautiful imitation of Hechuan's poems

When I am familiar with the smell of soil, or look at the sleeping old houses, I think of the small Woods next to the old houses full of childhood happiness, and the sparrows in singing in the trees; I saw the idle fish in the clear river, the big white goose swam around with its head held high, and I heard the shouts of dragging its long tail echoing in the street; I think of rice rustling in the wind, fat corn, red apples, purple-black grapes and smiling pomegranates; I remembered the weather-beaten old pagoda tree and the fragrance of Sophora japonica floating in the air. .....