Dear Steemians Friends
On this Good Night, I want to Little tell about farmers
The harvest arrives, the village farmer, picking up hope. The boys ran nimbly in the paddy fields. Rice yellow dangling, dangling harvested. Rumbling in a hollowed-down mortar, a melodious rhythm. Dusk comes, they go home, bring hope.
Seeing the joy that emanated on the face of my farmer was reminded of a singer named iwan fals with his song that describes the happiness of the farmer. Reap expectations when the harvest arrives. The picture is far contrary to the condition of farmers siren tujoh this harvest season.