He Does Not Understand

He doesn’t understand By luxu The seeds have sprouted The seedlings in the field are stronger The Ears of paddy have appeared Strings of grains of rice are ripe and gold Harvest them and dry them in the sun All finally have been carried into the barn The old farmer brought a stool and sat Narrowed his eyes Looking up at the sky Thinking about the harvest this year The water pipe smoke was purring happily An old dog, be free and at leisure Not far away Taking a nap The TV in the room Are repeating the spirit of the Eighteenth or Nineteenth Party Congress The old farmer doesn't understand, nor he will He only cares about the weather And asks his son if the sky tomorrow Will change.