Morning star on the horizon
Began to tremble and glow
Early farmers
Enjoy the loneliness in the field.
The sound of hoeing
Awaken the fragrance of the earth.
Inclined trees, land
Bend a beautiful arc
Printed in the twinkling sky.
Only the farmer's undulating back
Changing angle
Country, road, wilderness and sky
Gradually clear up
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February's country author: Huaihe willow
A few native chickens are leisurely foraging.
Several domestic dogs dozed lazily.
Several willows wrinkled their skin.
Wisps of smoke from the kitchen chimney got into the clouds.
The fireworks are gone.
The taste of the year has faded.
Young and strong men and women have disappeared.
Leaving only the old, the weak and the sick
This tired country
The days of lively reunion are very short.
The remnant winter is still raging.
Left-behind children stay in school glumly.
The sick old man struggled hard.
Too dry.
The ground is too dry.
Wheat seedlings turn green slowly.
How I look forward to the spring breeze and spring rain
Warm and moist this helpless village.