My farm is so large,
With soil that’s not very rich,
It barely produces anything,
Not even a drop of water can show coolness in the soil,
Even when I plant crops, they just wither away.
I wonder what kind of chemicals are in this land?
When the seeds sprout, they create energy that’s just not there.
This farm doesn’t even respond to rain,
The seeds that grow end up stunted,
What kind of farming system is this?
It’s strange that even pests don’t ruin the crops, but the seeds still dry up!
The size of the farm is astonishing,
And the distance seems endless,
Like the world itself,
But the harvest is so small,
Even someone with half an acre does better than me,
I don’t know what the problem is?
Before I started farming, I prepared the land with all my heart,
But the numbers keep going down,
From positive to negative;
Hmm! There’s a hidden secret!
The farm's roots are rich and fertile,
But the seeds aren't growing well,
Even the tiny bugs that pass by make them fall,
Honestly, this farm feels like a directionless smoke,
Why is water spreading all over the land?
It seems like a system without any goals.
This farm has the potential to thrive,
But I remember that a weak foundation leads to poor products,
Because there’s no unity or teamwork,
That’s why some seeds just wither away,
I feel like my eyes can’t see,
And my ears can’t hear,
Nor can my mind discover new ideas,
It’s strange how the farm is fertile,
But I believe that only art can shape science.
My farm! My farm!
It’s a great time to see the roots,
To grow strong fruits,
Because without a plan, many farms end up burning without any direction,
The art of building knowledge is the crop of a farm filled with many clean and valuable things.
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