Talking in the fields in autumn

1. Autumn is coming. Huang Chengcheng's ears of rice are hung with heavy heads, cotton peaches are like small trees, and full of tidbits are like eggs. Ah, not rice fields, but an ocean of gold; Not a cotton field, but a world of silver.

2. Autumn is in the field. The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

3. Go into the fields, ask Xiang Tao, listen to frogs, and blow the evening breeze to see you.

The rice field in the lens is a replica of summer, and you in my heart are the reincarnation of the four seasons.

Since I can't walk far, this rice field is enough to make me happy. As long as I have my heart, life is full of scenery.

6. It is another harvest season, and the fields are full of golden rice.