A feast in the fields, the crops enjoy a good harvest

From childhood I toddled around at my father's heels, and the place I went most often was that field back in my hometown.

Thinking back to the feeling of bare feet on the soil back then, cool and chilly, feeling myself, feeling the land.

Because of work, I understand even better that this "land" beneath my feet
gives so much for us and endures so much grievance; facing this land I always feel boundless gratitude~

Father farms in a friendly way (I am truly very happy inside)

From land preparation, building structures, making liquid fertilizer by hand, fertilizing, pest control, harvesting....

On hot days sweat soaks through the whole shirt; on cold days he weathers wind and frost in the rain,

Whenever I see Father, I think of Zhu Ziqing's "Back View"

We grew up stepping on Father's hardships. (I do not know what words could better express the feeling of "gratitude")

"Farmers, ah! It is truly hard work. (Especially having been through it, the understanding is even deeper)

Time always nurtures all things; I remember the little tomatoes had just been transplanted, and now they have quietly turned from green to red.

In the field hang string after string of little tomatoes turning red, as if a feast is just beginning,

Everyone is welcome to come taste this abundant fruit given by the land, the Jade Girl cherry tomato.

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