In the morning, the sun rises over the east, and the earth is dressed in red. The gorgeous clouds, bearing the light, glow with color. The morning sun shoots its light into the river, and the breeze rises, and the waves jump and stir up the river full of gold. At this time, The plum had already returned from cutting a back of cattle grass from the field, and the younger brother was lazily getting up.
At noon, the sun is no longer the gentleness of the morning, and it shoots a dazzling light at the earth. The weeds slept helplessly in the sweltering heat, and the flowers hung their heads weakly. The wind was like a fan out of the stove, steaming hot, blowing on the body, burning hot. At this time, the plum was still digging potatoes in the field, and her mother said that she would have to go home after digging.
In the evening, the sun gathered its dazzling light and turned into a golden disc, slowly disappearing into a line of sky. At this time, The plum came home carrying a large number of potatoes.
After a hard day's work, Plum comes home and immediately has to cook for the family, take care of her younger siblings, and feed the poultry in the family. All the plums are busy before they have time to read and study, and the plums are the happiest and happiest of the day.