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1. When I was a child, even in such a hot weather, we still had to cut rice, plant seedlings, pull peanuts, and pick corn in the field. At that time, people were really able to endure hardship. In my childhood, I never saw anyone suffer from heat stroke.

2. Autumn has arrived, the rice is ripe, and the rice fields are golden, and it looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The rice grains were so full that the stalks bent down.

3. Look, this grain grows wonderfully, and the ears of grain are like a wolf's tail, heavy; The wind blows and bows to us!

4. Autumn in the fields. The rice in the fields was ripe, yellow and clear, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people are driving their harvesters in this direction, and they are letting every grain of rice into the warehouse.

5. The countryside is so hard, every time I work outside for a long time, I will think of my elderly mother in my hometown, she is so kind, but so hard, at this age I have to cut rice and dry rice, seeing her tired all my life, I will cry every time I think of it, I can only blame my incapable son.

6. The rice is ripe, and the golden ears of rice dance in the breeze. I watched and was completely enchanted by the mesmerizing scenery. I lamented that without the hard work of the farmer uncle, there would be no food that we could eat.

Is; Who knows that Chinese food is hard work!

The rice is ripe, if you want to post it on the circle of friends, I think the best way is to shoot it, and if you put it in the circle of friends, others will definitely shoot it.

You can directly post this ** of this rice, and then this means that the rice I am planting now is mature, so what kind of thoughts or thoughts you want to express can be directly published.

There is a bumper harvest, and this year's grain output will definitely be leveraged, so if anyone is free, come to my house to work. It's work, it's time to work.

1. The rice yellow of the hometown is a burning color.

2. The rice is ripening day by day, and the air is filled with the fragrance of rice.

3. It is another harvest season, and the field is full of golden grains of rice.

4. The heads of the rice are arranged beautifully, especially when they are gathered into mountains or piled up into the sea.

5. The moment the rice is milled into white rice, countless new rice lives have truly entered our lives.

6. The rice grows upwards and in the direction of the sun, which is their pursuit that will not stop throughout their lives.

7. Rice is bare and green and golden, which is the trajectory of all life, and human beings are no exception.

8. In the paddy field where my mother moved, the tender green seedlings were erected in rows, neatly and evenly, like a green carpet.

9. Rice is reborn into a substance called rice, and the air generally nourishes human beings and mankind for a long history.

10. The wind blew over the structure of rice and blew the rice complex. I walked slowly in the eyes of the rice all the way to the youth of the rice.

11. The village is not moving, and the vivid rice is holding up the home with leaves and colors. Standing on the embankment at the head of the village, the sky is full of green like a fire burning in the countryside.

12. After the rice is harvested, it is like a homeless man who has rolled up his luggage and is about to leave at any time. They stand quietly in the windy field, looking helplessly at the land that once provided them with nourishment.

13. Autumn in the fields. The rice in the field was ripe, yellow and clear, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people are driving their harvesters and are coming this way, and they let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

14. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the rice field, the full ears of rice are full of ripe joy, bending over, bowing back, and bowing head, it seems to be a model of modesty for successful people.

When autumn comes, fruitful, autumn is high and refreshing, a mature breath comes to the face, all of this is the magic canvas of nature, carefully with lines of different thicknesses, colorful paints, sketching one after another beautiful and moving, colorful pictures, making people feel refreshed.

The whole rice field is like a golden blanket, and the yellow and clear ears of rice hang down the heavy ears.

I harvested a lot of rice today, and when I saw these rice, I remembered Yuan Longping's grandfather, the golden rice, full of grains, heavy and intoxicating direction, the yellow and clear grain, so that the ears of grain could not stand up to the waist, but the yellow and clear grain, but it still kept swinging, as if it was happy to dance, looking from afar, the whole rice field was like a golden light and looked far away.

Autumn is coming, the rice is ripe, this autumn is here, this year's rice harvest is abundant, Mom and Dad have a smile on their faces, the rice is ripe, the farmer's uncle is happy, autumn, the rice in the rice field is ripe, the seedlings in the rice field are ripe, the leaves on a golden tree are everywhere, and the wheat is ripe, it's time to harvest the wheat, or the hometown is beautiful, the family has land, works outside, the scorching sun, try to catch up with the wheat harvest during the Dragon Boat Festival this year.

I don't have any more wine, I imagine that when the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the rice field, the full ears of rice are full of ripe joy.