There is such a taste: fragrant and harmonious, but astringent; There is such a feeling: practical and warm, but plain; There is such a feeling: I am entangled in dreams, never giving up ........................................................................................................................................................... soil, not explaining its own width, and not affecting its accommodation of everything; Soil does not indicate its thickness, but nothing can replace it; Earth does not show its profundity, and it does not affect its position as the foundation of all things. Everything in the world, except the sky, is probably just dirt. The sky gives people an unpredictable and ethereal feeling. On the contrary, soil gives people a kind, simple and motherly feeling.

We all set foot on the yellow land and aim high. The so-called "if you don't fly, you will fly into the sky." When we rode the east wind, climbed high in the sky and reached the paradise of our dreams, we suddenly looked back and thought of the land that gave birth to our life. We always do. After reaching the other side of our dreams, we will miss the other side where we struggled to fly away.

"Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply! " The sages told us that only the most sincere love is the best return to the land. All beings, who can achieve the equality of all beings? Dirt. The soil did it. In the soil, eggplant can grow as big as it wants; The vine can climb as high as it wants, and it can grow there if the sky is willing to take it in; Sunflowers have the right to chase the sun, and even an unknown grass has the freedom to grow tall. All this is because they were born in the mud and grew up in the soil.

The earth breeds everything. Lotus, out of mud but not dyed; Willow roots in the ground; The golden ears of rice also yearn for the soil-bending over; May, proudly standing in the snow. Even in today's society, you can't leave the land for a moment On the yellow land, thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground; Rugged farmhouses have sprung up; Even cement bars should be smelted with yellow mud.

Soil is the witness of our life. It carries the dribs and drabs of our youth; Record our eventful years; It also includes our feelings about the fleeting time of light and shadow ....................................................................................................................................................................

Earth is also the home of everything in the world. Falling red turns into spring mud and returns to the soil; Deciduous leaves seek roots and return to the earth; Dandelions scattered by the wind will eventually take root and sprout in the soil; The wanderer will eventually return to his hometown.

For us, soil is the affection of fallen leaves for roots.

I feel very dull, but I can't finish talking. -endnotes