Winter has left quietly,
The gentle breeze,
holds the auspicious clouds,
Gently shaking off the drizzle,< /p>
Thousands of threads,
The patter of water.
The trees sucked to their heart’s content,
The earth happily accepted the holy baptism.
Look at the tall grass,
quietly sticking its head out,
looking up at its immature face,
shyly Looking around,
Secretly tell the sleepy seeds,
Grow quickly,
This is the best opportunity.
The willows are beginning to sprout new green,
The branches are covered with caterpillar-like flowers,
The old elm trees are not covered up,
Blossom and pollinate to their heart's content,
The apricot-bone flowers are so embarrassed that their heads turn red with shame,
I don't know why.
The birds are even more weather-resistant,
Holding sticks with downy feathers in their mouths,
building nests on the branches,
Nesting under the eaves,
I am afraid that the egg-laying period will be delayed.
The clouds have disappeared,
The wind has dispersed,
The rain has washed the air so clear,
The breeze has wiped the sky so clean Blue,
This is called the coveted wind and sunshine.
People are rushing to the fields,
Seizing the good opportunity,
Listen,
The motor is rumbling,
< p> Laughter,The symphony of sowing and harvesting sounded in my ears.
Children walked out of the house,
played to their heart's content,
and imitated adults digging soil and mud.
Grandpa called his grandchildren to his side,
brought soybeans and soaked millet,
while pulling Xiaomo,
< p>While telling the origin of Tianba porridge.Eight thousand years of Rong Shu millet,
including sweet rice porridge,
originated here,
This ancient Farming culture needs to be passed down from generation to generation.
Look,
Father-in-law Sun smiles,
turns his silver beard into a body with body temperature. The huge pen is tracing the green land for the picture of flowers blooming.
Ah!
The time for all things to sprout has come.
Plant the seeds of hope quickly.
The golden harvest is leaning on it.
The autumn wind is waiting for you!