My rice fields. With my eyes closed, I can skillfully cross the ditches and bumps of these five thousand acres of rice fields. It takes 2,500 steps to walk from east to west every day, and another 1,500 steps from south to north. Five thousand acres of rice fields are spectacular enough.

Okay, but it only occupies a small piece of land in the behemoth of the motherland. This means that my five thousand acres of rice fields can produce exactly how many quintals of rice per season and provide food and clothing for many people. The motherland is negligible, but in my eyes

This rice field here is even bigger than the whole world. Whenever I roll up my pants and walk in the rice field, I feel like I am inspecting the mountains and rivers of my motherland, especially when countless grasshoppers are flying under my feet.

It reminds me of a word that is a hundred times more solemn than the motherland - the people. I wonder how there are billions of grasshoppers thriving in these five thousand acres of rice fields. They will eventually live and die in silence like me.

Can't jump high or far