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People who grew up in the countryside, some of them slowly like the lights of the city after entering the city. Either KTV singing or singing, or the bar drunk and dreaming, completely immersed in the lively atmosphere of the city.
But some people, when they get to the city, still like quiet, to be precise, field-like quiet.
The lights are green, the traffic is busy, and the busy is just the emotional relaxation of human beings after running for survival.
Some people like to be lively and vent their dissatisfaction. Someone walked up to the field alone and listened to the sound of the wind blowing.
Blue sky and white clouds, four fields quiet. The sun is bright and reassuring.
Forget the unpleasantness at work, forget the tired mood of running, relax your legs and immerse yourself in the breeze of the field.
Cool breeze, soothing. The golden fields make people feel the joy of harvest. The busy harvest scene makes the human body feel the joy of harvesting.
Not every effort is rewarded, not every effort can be improved.
Look at the fields, the golden rice waves. To discover, the vitality of life exuberant.
Rice, a lifetime of growth, do not know how much wind and rain to endure, do not know how much grinding, do not stop working hard, do not stop paying. Finally, in late summer and early autumn, the golden joy is dazzling.
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Look at the fields, look at the rice, life is nothing more than that. Let the wind or the rain blow, blow the pole, can not knock down the spine, but can straighten the chest, water the heart.
Everyone in the world wants to succeed, but what is so easy to succeed.
Everyone wants to harvest, but not every pay, every drop of sweat has meaning.
Stream it! Sweat it! Tears!
Stream it! Let's try to flow first! Stream it.
Without action, it is never possible to know what the outcome will be! It's like a field, it's not cultivated, it's not barren, it's overgrown.
Start cultivating your own world, slowly sowing your own rice seedlings, trying to move forward every step, carefully raising your own seedlings, and growing up with it little by little.
If you are sad in the process of moving forward, look at the field; if you have worked hard for many years and do not see the hope of harvest, then look at the golden yellow of the rice waves, in the warm wind, let the fragrance be intoxicated.
Someday, there will be a harvest, although it is not known to which way it will come.
Go on firmly.
Golden rice
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The ears of grain are golden, hanging heavy joys and dreams
Green leaf mango, mixed with straw aromas with fruit aromas
The fields are wide, play golden rice waves, smiling faces
The frog declares Lang, dispels the mosquitoes and terrified waves, and the rice stalk is tough
The seedlings appeared, giving birth to another year of new hope and persistent hope for life
The sound of jointing, the upward strength of the vigorous new season and the passionate yearning for destiny
Lush growth is inseparable from the hard work of farmers and the soft sound of water
To precipitate the fragrance, it is necessary to rely on the unbridled blooming and slow grouting of rice flowers
Harvest golden, busy scene, hurried shoulders
Joy soars, the heart is full, laughter is cheerful