In life, dirt can be seen everywhere. It lies at people's feet and is trampled by people without complaint.
Spring has come, everything is revived, and the soil is dedicated again.
winter jasmine
Plum blossoms and daffodils ... are fertile and open proudly, but there are only some footprints on the soil to enjoy the flowers; Autumn has come, everyone is immersed in the joy of harvest, but the soil is accumulating nutrients to prepare for the spring ploughing in the coming year.
Maybe the soil is ordinary, but I see a lot of extraordinary things from it. It has no gorgeous appearance and elaborate carving, but it nourishes the life of nature all the time and breeds everything with its broad mind. Because of the soil, we have dense forests to shelter us from the wind and rain. Because of the soil, all our seeds can be sown and enough food can be given to us.
Clay, you have made contributions to mankind in obscurity and have never been proud. I will write a hymn for you and sing that selfless spirit.