Deep footprints, modern poetry

The fine spring rain drenched my body

The rich spring fragrance made me drunk. My heart

Walking on this curved ridge

I found a line of deep footprints extending on the muddy road

The water mist fascinated the vast field

The seedlings in the paddy fields were green and blue

Looking at this. Thin mother

picked a seedling in the spring breeze

trudged along this path

hat and hemp fiber were covered with water mist

wrinkles on her face were covered with sweat and warmth

the paddy fields on both sides of the path were covered with skylight

many birds were reflected

the mother waving her hands and pulling out the seedlings

loaded with a load of joy and hope

. Bathing full of swallows

whispering spring breeze and spring rain

enjoying the warm and beautiful spring scenery

What is chirp talking about

An old swallow suddenly said

There is a deep footprint on the road.