There is a poem about the weekend.

The second weekend in May/Cabbage

My People, My Homeland

Standing in two geographical locations

Care and miss

Sunlight at early summer temperature

Appreciate the mature carcass of the earth.

The second weekend in May.

I am far from my hometown.

Gliding again and again

Highlight the beauty of flying

Accumulate the fullness of soaring

Mother's image

Still sweating.

Jump in the field

Let the work be in my heart.

Practice becomes the joy and satisfaction of life.

The second weekend in May.

Mother's Day

The wheat is almost ripe this year.