Thursday, June 30, 2011

July midsummer

Apricot yellow, and the son of the wheat ripe, apricot, eat the wheat harvest. This is the most childhood memory most.
When July midsummer, golden wheat fields and dazzing, crisp, clear the worm chirp the extreme heat the wheat is golden ocean breeze flowing, dance Louis Vuitton, the constructing MaiLang row by row, slowly fluctuant, soft, like a spoiled brat is to inform agriculture people busy season wheat harvest.
The July midsummer, in the fields of wheat is ripe.
In the clear blue sky blue, BaiYunBai dazzling, place oneself below blue sky white cloud relaxed and happy.
Golden the straw side by side, straight grain close to stand, wheat on the play and chase a cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo birds shout Louis Vuitton", "stop in the scarecrow top of head of sparrows, noisy vexed the smell of sizzling wheat, be like wanted to support to break belly jump out. The flower surface butterfly and some bee, and to join in the fun, in sharp MaiMang dancer waltzes and goes on, with the "drum kavalan frog" sounding, shows "rice fragrant flowers, in the said to a pond of pastoral scenes.
Busy farming people, bending over the fields, the rhythmic waved the sickle, a bundle of bundles of boiled yellow wheat harvest. The MaiCha is always abrupt break all the scratch crus feet to stop bleeding is wiped, a a held the straw of the harvest.
The farmers, sniffing people having a rest a little light filled the liquor, the heart and became drunk.
The July midsummer, the parents of the wheat is ripe.
, and, as he was, and giving away the sunset, and still see from the field to parents.
Ripe wheat son, father, mother and the dark whet sickle busy kitchen prepare breakfast before dawn, dry rations, night and JiaZiChe hands push to the field Louis Vuitton, and reap, and for the shortest time, avoid to complete harvest threshing breeds insect. Autumn
Parents of wheat harvest very good technique, leaned over and over, pull a bowed down with wheat under plunge into a bunch of a bunch, and then gently in the paddock, for fear that a little bit a hard, will support the round of wheat to billow out waste. Bowed to the waist, like the body in fields of steaming steamer basket, sweat, and rain with back in the ground Louis Vuitton, instantly be thirsty earth blot. Be MaiMang scratch face and arms, carefully cut a long blood and a better day, these marks have been followed. Never heard a word of the language of the complaint, half as two head tireless work this year. The plow

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