Every National Day is sunny, sunny and round, and the sound of the machine on the ridge is sweet.
The rice waves moved to the fields instantly, and the golden light was dazzling and the fragrance was overflowing.
Second, pick cotton.
On National Day, the sun is shining and cotton is smiling.
Cocoon hands and branches both pass by, and white clouds remind the eyes.
The third is to grow rape.
After planting rape, the sky got up and watered with sweat and sunshine.
Forget the morning and evening in the National Day, laughter moistens young crops with waves.