Answers to Reading Father's Equinox

1. Poetic: My father walked through the green and tender wheat seedlings like a colorful painting.

Warmth: My father hummed a tune and worked in the wheat field with a shovel. It seems difficult, but it is very satisfying.

2. Drums, flowers and painters, these metaphors make the image of spring come alive at once, and the fresh green is on the paper, as if people are in the vibrant spring when everything is revived.

My father is a hardworking and simple farmer. He works hard, lives contentedly and has great wisdom.

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