Prompt：[Verse] The ears of rice hang low with a golden glow, The wind blows over that field, spreading its fragrance. He holds the seeds of hope in his hands, Busy day and night with dreams in his heart. [Verse 2] He travels across the four seas and the vast land, In pursuit of the miracle of the blooming rice flowers. Facing the loess and with his back to the sky, He changes this land with his own two hands. [Chorus] The dream of taking a rest under the rice plants is right before our eyes.