Joy and Dream

The Padi’s Field

Who said I life in a palace or a expensive condominium? Who said I play on a beautiful garden with so many colourful flowers? No my friend, I’m a villager, just an ordinary villager. The padi field is my garden, clumps are my roses, mud is my soft green grass.

My sky doesn’t painted with beautifully crafted air balloons, but we have kites with bring our spirit to the sky with the same enthusiastic. There are no operas, sonnets in my village, but we have the frogs crickets and their buddies sing for us every night, and the cicadas for the next day.

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