The trip to hometown (the third day)

It is harvest season these days. The farmers are very busy in their paddyfield. You can see the vast golden color of reap paddy without endless. We went to the field today after lunch. The sun was hanging in the middle of the sky, sweat dropped down from the farmers to the ground, and reminded me a Chinese ancient poem"锄禾", I always read the poem to my son when everytime he waste rice and told him that it is hard work for grandpa to plant paddy. I decided that my son should back to hometown at least once a year to experience the country life.