Season of the autumn, all blues sky heartfelt
come to closer, field of goodness the harvest season, the farmer is
looking for his harvest, all the hardship all the pain he endured day and night
for his cultivation of his soil, for him the soil is holy, his soil
never betrays him, sometimes drought take away from his belief but soil
promises him another season, that is his duty bound so he
commit his soil, so he knows his soil intimately and humbled by,
when he has a great good season for his rice, the rices in his
field bow to him their heads humbly and sincerely, signed of full of
goodness and wisdom, and they ready to serve their purpose for
nourishing for humanity. Confucius teach us humble
is virtue and wisdom Learning from the rice farmer.
I am just saying.
