The president of the rainy season has arrived. Describe the landscape of the fields in the morning during the transplanting season Comments

    The president of the rainy season has arrived. Describe the landscape of the fields in the morning during the transplanting season Comments Time goes by, one season moves into another. Soon the rainy season arrived, a season that required Cambodian farmers to resume their farming activities in time for the growing season. Farmers in Chambok village, my hometown, as well as other farmers in Cambodia, are very happy with this rice harvest. Early in the morning, when the sun is shining brightly from the east, our farmers are quick to learn to plow with oxen and actively plow the fields. In the early morning of this season, nature is like a magic potion to cure the heart of those in crisis. In Veas Sre, there is only fresh water, there are small fish swimming and playing happily. As for the other fields, there are green seedlings here, one field over there, one field stretching far away from each other, the eyes are divided into a grid with bright black and gray fields running intertwined, which is too flashy. Last night's heavy rain left the morning water drops on the rice leaves and grass, and when the sun carried the sun shone, then the drops were colored like diamonds. Ten thousand are chasing the light of the moon in return, but this vision will disappear when the light of the sun shines brightly on the earth. Liquid palm trees stand upright, flaunting their beauty along hundreds of thousands of fields, standing to protect their transplanted seedlings from the sun. Going a little farther, some of the fields have seedlings that are sprouting green, while others that have just been transplanted are growing green. For the fields that have not yet been planted, there is a lot of water, bright and beautiful, with various aquatic plants growing together, which should be interesting. One tree, one tree, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there, one tree there. The herd of kong krasar, after swaying, then went down to do business in the mixed white or gray rice fields, making a sarcastic noise. After a while, they left the place to find food in other places, and a new herd came to do business here. On the other side of the field, the farmers' uncles worked hard to plow the land. From time to time he shouts to chase cows! Huy! The stories combined with the sounds of glass lizards crawling on the ground, gnawing on earthworms, are like the sound of folk songs coming to the concert in the middle of a field. In particular, the farmers who arrived at the field by boat rushed to transplant to get ready so that the hot days will not be able to complete the work. They transplant, talk and play. Some people are talking about farming this year, but others are also joking, joking or telling funny stories, creating laughter in the middle of the fields. On the other hand, some farmers' uncles tried to deliver the punches in a hurry, but did not dare to stop, but also took the whistle as a beautiful traditional song. The swaying waves from the southwest bring the scent of lotus, daisies and other wild vines growing in the pond and the nearby forest to drift the fragrant Kunthea scent, creating a strong but captivating feeling for this peaceful place. More. At the same time, they dare to guarantee that there is nothing as beautiful as the landscape of the rice fields this fall. The fresh air provides comfort to the people unlike a city full of toxic fumes. Farmers' lives are free, there is no oppression, exploitation, but full of solidarity, help each other in times of emergency, together build the national economy to grow and prosper. This glorious landscape during the transplanting season has nurtured me to love my ancestral land, to love my life as a farmer, and to be a source of strength for me to study hard to learn good techniques to use in the fields and change my habits. Rice fields have become self-reliant on agricultural issues as the core of national development for prosperity.