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For the rest of the day, you are in the pool
You advance the plow of the buffalo.
You ignore cold and chill,
You can only ground the soil.

You sow the seed in the ground
That your tongue may be corrupted;
The harvest has come to nothing
All your hardships are clothed with joy.

So is every grain
Of rice turned into rice
In our mind and spirit
There is a lesson to be planted.

That's a real picture
Of all your weariness
Every grain is fun
It is the thrill of your life.

So in our heart,
A golden saying is etched;
To all and to every heroine
You, farmer, the hero.

Thank You!

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