Busy year in June, will be outside the paddy drove Barry to put together side by side on the dew glistening sweat and the rice seedlings tip. The new transplanter gallop on the water, the small seedlings Kekeji inserted into the soil, complete insertion of rice seedlings in the sun shine, the breeze gently blowing, waves on the float to the surface layers of the green.Men and women who are not afraid of hard work in the water busy, colorful scarf drifting in the water, the water just like colorful flowers blossoming out.Occasional laughter wind drifting into the distance, the cool north woods farms laughter awakened those birds sleeping, crisp chirping began their friends. Edge of a large poplar yard often have a lot of ducks hiding, the owner of paddy yelling driving ducks, because these guys will steal rice seedlings in the daodi.No way too busy, the legislation will do a few scarecrows to frighten wild ducks in the water, lifelike scarecrow a nose with eyes, wearing fashionable clothes do. Pump never know hard work, incessantly ringing, as on the ground and then sent to all quoted oil pool.Waterline in the clear water bottom can be seen, there are a number of aquatic weeds lush, the trees intermingled with dandelion juicy.Delicate yellow flower is not as a dust among the woods, dandelion here is the water lotus, Tingtingyuli, clean and beautiful.Ridge on the river bank, the grass enough to have half a meter high, distant cattle, sheep leisurely eating grass, cattle and sheep and go with white clouds, do not know who is who followed.The grass was full of dark purple flower Malan.Petals up, protruding stamens, are not afraid of trampling hooves of cattle and sheep, are not afraid of passers-picking, vitality full bloom with their views.At rest, small groups of sisters joking aside, while several flower off, then inserted in between playful hair: see, was beautiful?Look at each other, laughing: smug.Not to mention, wild purple flower shop in Barangay than red rose less. The sun sets and the sun put in the afterglow sprinkled water on a bark.Like the picture, like the quiet beauty, then the frog will be along for the ride.It’s very tiring way, without looking at the phone, for fear of falling into the water, which is the frog sounds watches.Qualified farmer said: Frog is a call out four p.m..In the end there is no scientific basis, no one went to question, but this quack frogs minus a lot of fatigue.Really like the word as written: Rice said floral harvest, listening to the frogs.Sweat does not flow in vain, to see behind the rows of rice plants, the heart of joy wells up.As the life softly paddy fields, planting spring, summer sweat, just for that maturity and autumn harvest, as well as a cozy winter fire next. Song and laughter all the way, driving home audio, playing “a Red Dust”, which is one of my favorite songs.”Who wrote the butterfly monument, who 千年等一回, Red always have a dream, why ask is wrong, he experienced the vicissitudes know how to regret!Who Mahogany turned into tears, who forever hand in hand in a dream, life is how to drink this wine is drunk, a thing of the past, frankly to face!Cold tears with the wind, before we know the taste of parting, how much heartbreak frost, the number gradually began to feel helpless. Petals fluttering like water, before we know precious flowering, to find how much burden much, how much you still the most beautiful scenery!”Life really is a flower or a short is short, say long is long, he is their most beautiful scenery, open up their flowering, with love to write different life.