The Soothing Beauty of Rice Fields

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Green is so beautiful. Little birds fly freely here and there. The wind blows not too fast, not as fast as the wind off the beach, like a receptionist who does not formally greet visitors. He swept tired and tired who scattered in the minds of the mind due to activities in the office all day. It's a sight that is hard to find, even if it's in the city, it's not there. The more late she looked at her, the more beautiful she was. Not to mention he was further beautified with a distinctive blue in the sky that was so bright that was accompanied by a sparkle of light from the last rays of the sun on that afternoon.

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I turned my gaze back to the vast stretch of rice fields. There is a group of women on the edge of the rice fields. They wear the same hat as "Mr. Farmer" was used. They look like a family. Very warm together, accompanied by laughter.

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They were walking while carrying a used bag that had been torn. Each sack they carry contains vegetables. Seen they carry water spinach. All I know is water spinach. I didn't have time to ask them because I had to go home.