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But the nights are always cloudy and cloudy.
Dad came home two days ago,
Worried that it will rain tonight,
The weather before going home was old and gloomy.
I’ll be with him
Went down to harvest the wheat,
Stopped a car on the road,
It was agreed,
Wait back in sickle.
Then I waited in the field for two hours,
Dad is still the same,
Let what you can.
Finally received my own,
The “neighbors” were also called.
Went home tonight and bought a bundle of beer,
Have a drink with dad.
I went home yesterday and saw the wheat piled up,
I asked if I wanted to pack wheat,
Don’t pretend, sold a car and came back.
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