Traveling Through Primitive Farming Fields

Zhuang Rou drove her small SUV over a mountain, feeling happy. After another hour or so of driving on the mountain road, she would be home. It's still full of Chinese New Year flavor in the countryside. I think of my elderly parents and my brother and sister-in-law's family, and I put the gas pedal on... "Touch!" The world was spinning for a while, and before she closed her eyes, she still thought, "I bought a cart full of New Year's goods, but they are all gone!" When you open your eyes, you're not dead! The people are there, the cars are there, and the goods are there. Fortunately! However, Zhuang Rou, who was drowned in the car by grass, looked at the grass world around her, and her mind was filled with thousands of grass and mud horses galloping... After Zhuang Rou got out of the car, she saw that the grass was taller than her. She tried to take a few steps, but the sharp blades of grass would cut her hands and face. It hurts, it hurts. It was difficult to move carefully, and it would also startle unknown insects in the grass, scurrying around and jumping on her.