Last night, I was traveling with my mother to my grandmother's house, passing a large field on the way. In the height of summer, the time of sowing has passed for a long time, but there is a considerable period of time from the time of rice harvest, the seedling buds of the rice are already very long, enough to be twenty centimeters, but there is no growth of rice, and maybe that's why, the rice seedlings are standing straight up. A large area of rice seedlings with the wind swing, converging into a sea of green, these are also the farmers ah. Under the guidance of the wind, a light fragrance straight into my nose, straight into my heart, so that I am refreshed. Taro leaves are scattered, I think it should be a few days before the wind and rain to make things! A leafy old camphor tree has a few plants in the back on behalf of the sunshine, a symbol of peace sunflower, you see he is quite high on the branches, a large flower plate on the top, which neatly carries a lot of sunflower seeds, golden petals evenly arranged on the side. Loofah vine winding in the shelf, not to see a few green, white loofah appeared in the dense foliage, they are playing hide-and-seek with us! Peanuts bear fruit silently under the soil, and without digging up the ground, an inexperienced person would never know how well they grow. In the field, we can often see the figure of a few farmers working hard, they joked and laughed with each other, and told each other the joy of labor. This large field is their heart and soul, we should also cooperate with them, cherish food, cherish the fruits of the farmers' labor.
I was quietly thinking about these things, I was immersed in this is the autumn like summer in the field, mom called several times "Grandma's house to", I heard, I just said goodbye to them.