C37 Cut wheat

The wheat was finally ripe. When it came to the Sickle Opening, the whole mountain was covered with a golden color.

Everyone in the village started running to the ground, and everyone in my house was no exception. Father, Cuihua, and I, we were all rubbing our fists and wiping our palms, ready for battle.

In front of May, after a busy April day, I saw that it was the season of the mangroves