Before my eyes, is a peaceful village in the golden sunshine of summer. The car went through the smooth, smooth paved road. The two sides are ripe golden rice fields, vastly spread. Occasionally, a few aunts and uncles went to see the rice paddy, and were riding their bicycles back home, passing by the car. When the car entered the village, I was interested in seeing the houses, the roads were small but clean. The gardens are lush with trees, and the small ponds are floating. Everything is so beautiful, so strangely lovely. Inside, I sat down on a cool wooden chair, drank a glass of iced apricot juice prepared by my grandmother, and felt very relaxed.
Sometimes, I and my neighbors go to the fields to see the ripe rice, or go out and go fishing. Then he went to play football in the open ground in the middle of the village. After that, let's fly a kite at the foot of the dike
