Bend down to grow vegetables, look up to admire the flowers; when we grow old, I want to build a vegetable garden with you

Our vegetable garden does not need to be too far away,

In the early morning, push open the courtyard gate,

Follow the winding little path for a few hundred meters,

And we arrive at our field.

Our vegetable garden does not need to be too big either,

About 3 mu is enough,

One mu for vegetables, one mu for melons,

And one mu for some favorite flowers and plants.

In early spring, we carry hoes on our shoulders,

Turn over a handful of fresh soil,

Sow the sprouted seeds,

After a spring rain, the seeds sprout in no time.

You like to eat green vegetables,

So we will, on the flat parts of the field ridges,

Plant row after row of lettuce, rape greens, cabbage...

Do not panic about the uneven parts of the vegetable garden either,

We can plant some chili peppers, cucumbers, tomatoes...

In the corners and edges,

We can also plant some chives, scallions, and small cilantro,

Add a handful when cooking soup or noodles,

Simply endlessly delicious!

We will also use fencing around the vegetable plot,

Enclose it with a low hedge.

The hedge should not stay idle either,

Plant some climbing loofah, green beans...

The summer days are long, cicadas call overhead,

Together, while the afterglow of the sunset lingers and the heat gradually fades,

We go to the vegetable garden to weed and catch insects,

When tired, we sit by the field ridge and rest.

Pick a cucumber casually,

Wash it by the stream and we can munch on it,

And there is mung bean soup we boiled ourselves,

One sip, and the taste of happiness seeps into the heart.

The days drift by, and when golden fallen leaves spin down,

It signals that the harvest autumn has arrived.

Green and glossy leafy greens,

Bright red chili peppers and tomatoes,

And all kinds of pumpkins, winter melons...

We prepare a few bamboo baskets,

And take the freshly harvested vegetables, melons, and fruits,

All home to enjoy slowly.

Or on weekends, invite a few good friends,

Have a picnic together in the vegetable garden.

From the field to the dining table,

Picked and cooked fresh,

The fruits of labor we picked ourselves,

Taste especially sweet when eaten!

When we were young, we always longed for the big city,

Wanting to show our talents amid the noise and vanity.

Only after struggling and hustling in the floating world for decades,

Do we realize that the place we miss most,

Is just a small plot of land in the countryside.

Work at sunrise, rest at sunset,

Three meals a day, with the land as our companion,

Perhaps this is the most ordinary kind of happiness.

I do not need you to be greatly wealthy and noble,

I do not need you to be famous far and wide,

I only wish to grow flowers and vegetables with you in the garden,

And grow old slowly together.