The wind passes through the green paddy field,
The saplings ripple there with the wind,
They nod their heads in pleasure
And invite the wind more to give its treasure.
The vast field is in a beautiful speed,
It is not easy for anyone to control his greed;
I gaze at them in wonder
And their beauty forces me to surrender.
Nature is so much kind to this place
That it can defeat everything in the race.
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