Reaping the wheat,
shedding the sweat.
Who's praying there?
Begging for the harvest.
Running to the east,
back to the west.
The land is vast,
fulfilling whose heart?
Sickle in the hand,
strawhat on the head.
The farm is wide,
so labour is hard.
The sun is shining.
The wheat is waving.
Farmers are smiling,
satisfied with the whole thing.
2017.6.4tulipjia拙作。已到麦收时节,想写点割麦子的事。