Yuji Town, Mall County: The Autumn World is the wind blowing rice incense

Our reporter Ding Hao Correspondent Huang Chunyan

Entering the countryside and field in Yuji Town, Mall, the beautiful scenery in autumn. The surplus of autumn, the sky is high, the autumn wind blows, and the golden waves are golden, walking in the countryside, picking a ray of poetic plants, full of wind and fragrance, and the autumn water is long.

The rice fields in autumn are also a beautiful landscape. The rice rubbing each other and made a "rustling" sound. The mature rice, the heavy waist rods carry the peasants' sustenance and dream for one year.

On the field of autumn, the rice was ripe, and a piece of golden rice ears danced with the wind. At a glance, the entire rice field was covered with a glittering carpet. The air is filled with a strong rice fragrance. The mature rice ears are full, full of hope and longing, the wind blows the rice fields of the rice fields, and the ears of the rice ears are busy. The autumn is like a precious key, opening the door of a bumper harvest.

Walking on the countryside, the breath of harvest is full of harvest. Looking at it from a distance, golden is golden, and there is a busy scene in the fields, and you are in it, feeling long, a beautiful harvest picture. The golden paddy fields contrast each other, forming a beautiful autumn harvest picture.

The autumn world is the wind blowing rice incense, which is golden. The rice is golden, and the taste of harvest is getting stronger. The most harvest season, thousands of acres of rice fields are strong. In the autumn wind, the curtain of autumn harvest and autumn slowly opened.

Gently walk into the autumn, open all the senses, breathe gently, the warm light hugs the earth, happiness blooms in the field, everything makes people happy and happy, a yellow sun, golden rice field in the autumn wind, the golden rice fields in the autumn wind In the middle of the rippling, the eyes were overlooking, and the golden rice fields were burning like a golden flame. Overlooking the farmland fields, a huge golden painting plate is covered with the earth, dense field stalks, layers of layers, staggered vertically, like autumn skirts, like the seal of time, deeply engraved into the annual wheel.

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