My father’s generation_250 words of high school prose poetry
My father’s generation
This loess is the lifeblood of my father’s generation
People of my father’s generation
Worked there every year after the spring breeze
Sowing the spirit of their hard work
My father’s A generation treats the farmland like a family
Standing at the head of the field holding a hoe handle under the stars
Watching the land grow with a spirit that makes people smile
Soil The colors have taken deep roots in the palms of their fathers
They peel off layer by layer without losing their authenticity
Their sincerity towards their parents
——For replanting again and again
Thousands of people of my father’s generation
They are our backbone and our pioneers
They sow the spirit of hard work in the land
Teach us to pick it up to comfort the purple souls of our ancestors!