Year1
- g：
- 25g
- g：
- 30g
- g：
- 32g
-rbrbr: Hazy rain gauze fell gently on the small mountain village to bathe With this coolness, I took a bus back from other places and walked from the foot of the mountain to my hometown standing on the mountainside.
-rbrbr: The sound of the suitcase’s wheels alarmed the elves in the depths, and several barks were heard. I walked into the home I hadn’t seen for a long time and said hello to my grandpa who was lying on the bed taking a nap. Grandpa got up to pack my luggage and asked me about my situation outside. After a short rest, I decided to go to the vegetable garden to have a look.
-rbrbr: Not holding an umbrella is the true feeling of a farmer returning home. Slowly turning around every tall tree in the corner of the quaint house, you can see the farmland spreading along the hillside and the vegetable fields scattered among them. There is a rapeseed field under an old house with black tiles and white walls directly in front. The rapeseed flowers bloomed like a small sun in the drizzle. When you first look at it, there are ripples of joy in your heart; when you look at it for a long time, you will feel a special feeling of warmth and intimacy.
-rbrbr: Walk leisurely from the path to the vegetable field, getting closer and closer. There is a small back among the young flowers. It is my grandma who is preparing for this year. Rapeseed is an oilseed crop. The mature seeds of rapeseed can be used to extract oil and are a must-have item in the kitchen. In such a small mountain village, due to geographical restrictions, there are few places to grow camellia. In addition, every year, there is a need to bring some to children in other provinces, so there is not much left. Therefore, rapeseed is particularly important.
-rbrbr: Grandma bent over and cleared away the weeds growing on the land bit by bit. Rapeseed will grow well only if there are no weeds, and this is the standard for a qualified farmer that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. The rapeseed is already taller than the fence. The light green rapeseed pole is like a model with gorgeous rapeseed flowers; and like a simple farmer, the rapeseed flowers are his straw hat. Grandma was wearing a blue tunic and black trousers, and her hands full of cracks were staggering on the land, placing small piles of grass aside. I stepped forward and ran my young hands over the land, pulling up the weeds one by one.
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