Write a poem about grasshoppers in rice fields.

My paddy field

I can cross skillfully with my eyes closed.

The gully ridge of this 5000-mu paddy field

Go from east to west every day.

It takes 2500 steps from south to north.

Take another step 1500.

5000 mu of paddy field is spectacular enough, isn't it?

But it only occupies the behemoth of the motherland.

A small piece of land

That is to say, my 5000 mu paddy field

How many tons of rice can be produced each season?

How many people can eat and wear warm clothes?

The motherland has been neglected.

But in my eyes, this rice field

Even bigger than the whole world.

Every time I roll up my trouser legs in the rice field.

When walking

I feel like I'm reviewing my motherland.

Mountains and rivers

Especially when there are countless grasshoppers.

When flying under your feet

It reminds me of a better country than my motherland.

More solemn than this sentence

-People

I think the grasshoppers that thrive in this 5,000-acre rice field

How can there be a billion giants?

They will all end up like me.

Silent life and death

Can't fly high, can't jump far.