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The yellows in the fields sway gently in the evening breeze,
swaying freely, telling the thousands of charms that are about to harvest.
The unripe but want to ripen the taste of farmers full of hope.
The red mountains in the fields blushed affectionately in the sunset glow,
The wind gently kissed and gently brushed the blooming petals of the wild chrysanthemums,
is like the warmth hidden behind the fresh breeze,
is like the sweet and ripe nectarines exuded with the strong temptation.
The crescent moon in the sky was drunk,
hanged obliquely onto the branches of the sycamore trees in the small courtyard.
The rural fields release a full sense of charm,
through the tender yellow and fresh green branches on the roadside,
renders the seedlings growing wildly on the ridges of wheat fields and rice fields.
row by row, one by one,
all the way, one by one,
carries the hope of farmers' family happiness.
blooms in the vast land of China,
nourishes the curling smoke from the farmhouses in the morning and evening.
I love this natural and charming countryside,
I am the daughter of a farmer,
I will never forget the hard work and simplicity and kindness of the farmer.
That is the infinite affection of green leaves towards roots.
no matter how high they fly or how far they go.
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