Paddy Rice
Rice yellowing waves nyiur waving
The breeze whispered sweetly
Some children go to reap
Walking in the rice field tampa hesitate
It's not as easy as turning your palms
To change a situation
But always remember one friend thing
Nothing in vain what we try
The scorching sun burns the skin
The whole body in wet sweat
But we must always be strong
To realize an intention
The melodious sound of birds chirping
drove us home
Let not your friend be depressed
Keep our spirit toast.
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