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The next morning, I was too noisy by the sound of firecrackers to write, so I went to the balcony to take a look and found that there were many cars and bulldozers parked on the wasteland next to our community... I quickly ran downstairs and ran to my father's buckwheat field in one breath. Under the sun, there were bees and butterflies in those brilliant little white flowers. The flowers were flying, and I stretched out my hands to block the bulldozers that were heading towards the buckwheat flowers. I watched the white-headed reeds floating in the sun fall down one after another, and I heard the roar of the machines getting closer and closer to me... I was finally persuaded to step aside, because this land had been sold long ago and was to be developed into a residential area...