When my
mother
scolded,When
there were
mean times
in the
village,
And I was
almost
tired of
living;I
thought of
thee, Shen
Nung - And
the green
grain thou
gavest,
The yellow
corn so
rich in
bread,The
nodding
wheat that
gives
colour to
the blood,
The
vegetables
that give
strength
to the
bone. You
taught us
all these
things,
You made
them
ours,You
made them
beautiful,
and gave
them to
us. You
bade our
land be
fertile,
the soil
in which
they grow.
Because












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