The picture is shown through sunset on a quiet countryside field. The green palms in the distance create a mellow vitality to the picture. The rice field stretches a green color of newly planted seedlings, and on that rice field, there are farmers who are diligently transplanting the seedlings into the field. The winding red dirt road stretches along with the rice fields. On the side of the road, there was a lovely house with red-tiled roofs flickering behind overgrown bushes. What a beautiful afternoon!

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Bức tranh được thể hiện qua cảnh hoàng hôn trên cánh đồng quê yên ả. Những hàng dừa xanh mướt phía xa tạo nên sức sống êm dịu cho bức tranh. Cánh đồng lúa trải dài một màu xanh của những cây mạ mới cấy, trên cánh đồng lúa ấy có những người nông dân đang cần mẫn cấy mạ xuống ruộng. Con đường đất đỏ quanh co trải dài cùng những cánh đồng lúa bát ngát. Bên đường, có một ngôi nhà mái ngói đỏ xinh xắn thấp thoáng sau những bụi cây um tùm. Thật là một buổi chiều tuyệt đẹp!

Early in the morning, I went to visit the fields with my mother, the village road has not had a footprint. The rice fields are ripe like a carpet of iridescent velvet, they hold me to a stop. I have noticed the beauty of the rice paddies coming in season.

The field appears in all its simple beauty in the sun. Thousands of bright yellow rice flowers, stocky, crooked, leaning their heads together as if to say one thing: The season is here! From the sea, the leaves turned red, giving up an ecstatic scent. The scent of flower grass, field, new rice scent. Above the top of the grain, the dew glistened like diamonds. A few drops of dew jumped up and down between the leaves and then faded away with the warmth of the sun.

The breeze passed, the rice flowers gently moved. Rice waves undulating like ripples flapping their banks. The sun is gradually rising, and the sunlight will fall into the ground. Each group of butterflies is hovering over the rice tops. All with a strange rich, warm yellow color. Far away, a glimpse of people go to drain water, be shore The breath of heaven and earth, fragrant steam, and barrage are typical of the countryside.

The rice fields were flushed a golden color, and the sun turned yellow. Lines of people poured into the fields to harvest, white hats undulating in the fields along the banks. Chattering voices, voices calling to each other. Everyone beamed at the rich season. Somewhere, the chirping chirp of a lynx. They circled the fields and then soared above the clear and high arch of the blue sky.

I love this field very much. There are many hands of human labor, they do not hesitate to shine, rain and hard. They always cultivate, always sow seeds for the next season