Busy visiting wheat and planting melons in the field,

The firefighting hero of the world.

There are ratified quail holes hidden,

The quail flies three feet over the hill.

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The wheat in the wheat field has just been tasseled for a few days, and the spikelets on the ears of wheat are still only like two small green leaves, and they have not yet been filled.

Kyushu and Qingming sat on the ridges on the side, carefully observing the yellow wheat flowers.

The wheat flowers bloom from the bottom of the whole ear of wheat and are now in the middle. The flowers in the middle are bright yellow, while the wheat flowers on the bottom are a light beige color.

This wheat flower will soon be able to go through its peak moment, as long as you stare at it for more than ten minutes, it will bloom and fail, and it will become a pale yellow like the bottom flower.

The life of the wheat flower is also short, from the appearance to the dust only three to five days, but it gives birth to a full wheat mang, and when the harvest season, it can become noodles on the table, bread in the dessert shop, to provide people's daily necessities.

Therefore, although the life of the wheat flower is short, the light and heat exerted are long-lasting. Just like the heroic people, selfless dedication.

"By the way, Kyushu, that day you saw the villagers burning incense, worried that the mountains and forests would catch fire." Looking at the wheat flower in front of him, Qingming suddenly remembered the incident of the previous two days, "Do you know, I once experienced a forest fire. ”

"At that time, I wanted to use my immortal power to extinguish the forest fire with rain. But I don't want those drizzles to have no effect at all. I watched the fire reach people, but there was nothing I could do. ”

Kyushu looked at Qingming and listened carefully to Qingming telling this touching story.

"Later, a group of people dressed in bright orange clothes rushed in, extinguished the fire, and rescued the people around them."

"Later, I learned that their name was 'Firefighters', and although they were not very old and had no special skills, they did what even I couldn't do."

"Kyushu, do you think they are a group of cute and respectable people?"

I didn't reply for a long time, but it turned out that Kyushu fell into his own contemplation. She thought of her father, Kyushu's father might not be able to accompany Kyushu and her mother at any time because of temporary tasks.

Kyushu has complained about her father, even her father's work, and those who let her father rest and be on call at any time.

But now, Kyushu feels more pride, and she is proud of her father!

But...... Kyushu was worried again: Dad has to work again, and he has disappeared again, Dad must not be distracted because of himself!

Kyushu was very annoyed, he shouldn't have played petty with his mother at that time, how anxious should they be now?

Seeing Kyushu's somewhat lost eyes, there seemed to be a layer of mist, Qingming took Kyushu in his arms and comforted: "Kyushu, don't worry too much, now I haven't found a way to send you back, it's useless if you're in a hurry, it's better to look for clues slowly, brothers and sisters will help you find a way!" ”

Kyushu nodded silently, she naturally understands these truths, but what child will not worry when he leaves his parents? What's more, with an empathetic child like Kyushu, she will also worry about her parents.

A sound similar to a frog's cry sounded on his side, startling Kyushu, and a fluffy touch came from his wrist immediately, and he looked at what frog was the source of the call?

It's clearly ...... A bird!

The bird was the size of a half-sized chicken, but its head was rather narrow and lacked a distinct crest. The chestnut and white feathers on the body are unevenly dyed a little black.

Kyushu remembered that she had seen this bird, when she was a child, she fell in love with the "little chicken" bought on the side of the road, and her mother bought a pair of them, and took them home to raise, and later raised them like this bird!

The name of the "little chicken" Kyushu remembers that my mother said that it was called ...... "quail"!

Looking at the quail in his hand, Kyushu wanted to touch it, but he didn't expect the quail to be frightened in turn, and it fluttered a few times, like a monkey in the sky, jumped high, fluttered away!

Looking in the direction where the quails flew away, Kyushu saw farmers and uncles plowing their fields under the midday sun, bending down to put their watermelon seeds in the digging pit.

One sows seeds, another covers the soil, and another waters. The division of labor and cooperation, each performing its own duties, even if it is just a small thing, also shows the wisdom.