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The gentle spring rain falls softly, caressing the earth and awakening the rural landscape. I stroll through the garden, where the rain moistens the soil, filling the air with its refreshing scent. In this secluded haven, I witness nature’s most generous gift — human waste, transformed over time into fertilizer that nourishes every vegetable, fostering their robust growth. At noon, I return to the kitchen, embarking on a unique culinary journey. The fresh vegetables from the garden, vibrant as a rainbow, dance with my spirit. And the delicious pork meatballs, they represent my heartfelt dedication to my family. In this rural idyll, I embrace life’s authenticity and beauty. Each drop of spring rain, each act of cultivation, embodies the harmony between nature and humanity. Here, amidst the tranquility and purity absent in urban chaos, I find inner peace and contentment. This is the pastoral poetry of the countryside — a reverence and love for nature, a hopeful appreciation and understandi
