The Farm

I liked to go to a farmland close to my home. A variety of vegetables and rice was cultivated by the farmers. It was beautiful and spectacular. It was like the patchwork---colorful and harmonious. What an amazing view it is! You could also see the clear river, and there were the tadpoles swimming in that. When I closed my eyes, I could hear the birds, frogs and crickets singing together. (Maybe there were some animal that I never know.)At the same time, the wind carried flowers’ fragrance to me. I thought that I was like a princess, and everyone loved to please me. I was enjoying the nature chorus and perfume. There’s no place in the world like the farmland can make me feel comfortable. Although I was indeed a child, I still had a lot of pressure and complicated problems to handle. Whenever I had a bad mood, I would go there as soon as possible. To me, the place was so private that I could take a break to make me energetic. But it is change now.
The farmlands become the building. The river is not here anymore, and so do the tadpole. The birds don’t want to come here. The wind can’t bring the perfume for me. There is some farmland still stay, but it is not a patchwork anymore. It is a destroyed painting---dirty and chaotic. Where is my chorus? Where is my secret king land? Who steal my treasure? When I close my eyes, I can hear the land is crying. I know I have the responsibility. I’m one of the murderers. We are destroying the earth. And we have destructed my secret base. If we don’t stop doing it, we will take the harm at the end.