On wet branches.
There was a string of frogs chirping.
Surprise the hoe that slept all winter.
Stretch. And he climbed on his father's shoulder.
Shake out the door. 
My father stepped on the muddy ridges, and his steps were firm and powerful. His eyes were full of love and awe for the land, as if every inch of land was his child who needed his care and attention.
The hoe shook happily on the father's shoulder, as if in anticipation of the coming labor. With its father's pace, it jumped and swirled, as if in a cheerful dance.
The croaking of frogs echoes through the fields, are they welcoming their father's arrival, or are they singing for the coming spring? On this wet note, there is not only a string of frogs, but also the harmony and vitality of nature.
When the father came to the field, he put down the hoe and took a deep breath. He closes his eyes, as if feeling the breath of the land and listening to the sounds of nature. Then he bent down, grabbed the hoe in both hands, and began his labor.
The hoe became agile and powerful in the father's hand, and it flew through the dirt and broke through the soil, sowing the seeds of hope for the new year. My father's face was filled with satisfaction and happiness, and his heart was full of anticipation and confidence for the future.
In this spring, the father and the hoe become the most beautiful scenery on the earth. Their presence has brought new vitality and vitality to this land. They work not only to reap the fruits of the harvest, but also to protect the prosperity and beauty of the land.
The croaking of frogs on the wet notes faded away, but the figures of the father and the hoe remained on the land forever. They are the guardians of the earth, the messengers of spring, and the sowers of hope. Their stories will be passed down through the ages in this land and become eternal legends.