In June, the rice in the field will begin to ripen. At first, it was just patches, corners, and holes filled with yellow and green. But only a few days later, the vast rice field was spread bright yellow. Even everyone must be happy and praise, the rice is ripe. At this time, the rice grains are no longer as straight as when they were girls. Because the pearls of heaven and earth are now big. Which seed is as round as a pea? They form large clusters, swinging on the tops of the rice stalks. Make them all cuffed. Every time the wind blows, the heads of the rice grains sway and touch each other, creating a whispering sound. It was as if this was the last meeting of the rice families before saying goodbye to each other and returning to each house's warehouse. At these times, if viewed from afar, the field looks like a golden river, the water surface is bobbing. The surface of the rice river seemed to glow in the hot summer sun. Makes anyone who looks at them have to squint their eyes. In the air, is the scent of ripe rice. It's sweet, nutty, and a bit greasy. Everything is like fermentation, ecstatic in the heat of summer. In the afternoon, the sun gradually weakened, the farmers pulled together to visit the rice. They carefully watch and smell each field to make sure the rice is ready for storage. Everyone was smiling and laughing. Because the overwhelming yellow color here has signaled a bountiful harvest. Scattered in the distance, a few storks fluttered slightly to be close to the rice, as if to admire this golden rice field for the last time, before this place was only straw and straw. On the top of the eagle tree near the fields, chirping flocks of small birds are also joyfully singing hello to the harvest day. They wait silently, to pick up the remaining rice grains after the harvest day.

The scenery of ripe golden rice fields for me is always the most beautiful. During the many months of farming and caring for farmers, that yellow color is the color of victory, of a warm day.

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