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It has been a year. Last year, it was the autumn harvest, and the mature wheat occupied most of the village. Looking over, it looks like a golden ocean in the afterglow. Practical, yes, the spring light is now lying on the wheat field with eyes slightly closed. Maybe everything around her made her feel at ease, but after all, she was a person in a hurry. After thinking for a while, Chunguang picked up her phone and sent a message to her circle of friends: No one stood up with me at dusk, and no one asked me whether the porridge was warm. The picture was a wheat field. Soon the circle of friends will explode. "Scattered Clouds" likes instantly: It's late at night with no one to accompany me, no one to share the wine with me "Original intention": green tea bitch "Long Years": Isn't that my family's field? "Song of the Red Dust": No selfie, bad review! ! "Simple": Some people think I am young, others think I am impatient ..................