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With no more seeds, the father accepted the gift of his young son Together with his son with milk teeth, he planted a fried melon seed

By ElainePublished 3 years ago 1 min read

With no more seeds, the father accepted the gift of his young son

Together with his son with milk teeth, he planted a fried melon seed

The father also went to the ground from time to time to weed: "It's just about to sprout."

He answered his son's inquiry in this way. The spring rain also comes on time to water

The rain with a little coolness seeps into the very deep underground

The descendants of the cuckoo, for several generations

no longer chirp. But that doesn't stop them from reproducing

Since he had to wait for the seeds to germinate, my father had to stay in the

the abandoned village. Because of this father's piety

everyone admired him and everyone followed his example

The cuckoo has long been extinct and the spring rains are still pouring on time

with a bit of cool rain, seeping deep into the ground

We know that we only need to wait a little longer and it will sprout

nature poetry

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