Every time I go home, the feeling that makes me most comfortable is the morning visit. The vast rice fields, the bowls, cover the sunshine of the sun. The lean young rice tilted to the wind, the rice paddies glistening yellow. The smell of young rice mixed with the smell of soil, the smell of water creates a feeling that is wonderful, difficult to describe. Just knowing it gives me a sense of well-being. Far away, the flock of screeching applause, flying up to the sky and then parked down, stamping stamping as the toddler. Some of the farmers are out to visit rice, on the face of everyone is radiant, full of energy. The scenery of the plain rice field is so ordinary, until later when I was away from this place I still can not forget tomorrow. I love my country!
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