Memories Of Grandpa Yuan

"I dreamed that the rice grew taller than sorghum, and the tassels were longer than a broom, and my colleagues and I sat under the ears of rice to enjoy the shade." He wrote his meritorious deeds on the earth, and devoted his life to plowing the fields in exchange for a rich harvest of rice. Today marks the 2nd anniversary of Yuan Longping's death. The wind blows the rice, I will miss it forever!