prepared for a winter, planned for many nights, worked hard for a spring, and worked busy for a summer, and finally waited for the fruits of autumn.
Now, they are either bright red or golden in front of you, like a group of proud soldiers waiting for review.
They are energetic, energetic and vigorous.
They stand proudly, telling their sweet stories.
They are all warriors who have experienced wind and rain. They are born towards the sun. They overcome many difficulties. The rain blew the wind, and drought, flood and insect plagues have taken away countless of their kind.
However, they survived stubbornly and tenaciously, waiting for the autumn with fruitful fruits.
One general becomes famous and has thousands of bones are woven. How many people have worked hard for this fruit and this ripe autumn?
Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard. Every fruit and every grain of food are hard-won, and we should cherish it.
There have been many incidents of pitting farmers and harming farmers. Will those who "pick up the bowl and eat, put down the chopsticks to curse" hurt?
million farmers are as obscure as this vast land, working hard and selflessly dedicated.
They sent us one mature autumn after another, raising the Republic with perseverance and blood and sweat.
One porridge and one meal should be thought of as hard as it is, and half a thread of thought is always difficult to remember.
Don’t be unconscienced as a human being. We should be grateful to hundreds of millions of farmers, because they gave us food and clothing through hard work.
It is another ripe season, another autumn with fruitful fragrance.
If there is no epidemic, you should really go into the countryside, go to the fields, use our eyes, our hands, and our hearts to experience the fruits of autumn.
