The green fields are the scrolls, and the seedlings are the pens. Bending over, dividing the seedlings, and transplanting them, the posture is as graceful as a swallow gliding over the waves. Hands and feet work in unison to depict the spring scene. With the rise and fall, the green waves are unfurled. Hope is planted in the ridges of the fields, dancing out the vivid poetry of farming and the beautiful expectations for a bountiful harvest!