By standing on the rice paddy, I had this nostalgic feeling while looking and reminiscing all those happy and difficult moments I had encountered while living in those places with A, B, and C marks in the picture.
At A, we used to grow corn twice every year and upland rice once we could get a newly cultivated land at the beginning of rainy season. I could still remember those times when we could not go home at night time if there was a haivy rain; when it was pouring and the river was flooding, we would stay overnight in a very very tiny hut.
At B, we did grow both rice and corn. We would stay in our farm in the mountain for weeks especially harvest season. I was in high school at that time so I had to walk in the morning and afternoon for at least 1 hour and 45 minutes everyday. I had to cross the river even if it was flooding and the water rose up to my neck or sometimes over my head. The volume of water came down the mountain and it went through Allah river that caused the flood.
At C, my eldest brother did grow corn and trees in that farm. Now, he abandoned that place because he could no longer make it anymore. He's retired!
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