The Land That My Parents Never Let Go Of

For more than 50 years, my parents have been living in the countryside. They used hoes to write countless lines of poetry on the ground. Now, my parents, who are over 60 years old, still can't let go of the land that gave birth to us. They are still working hard on that vast land, sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. They work on the land year after year, and they still refuse to go out of the mountains that are next to each other.