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Walking Type Rice Transplanter  

Walking Type Rice Transplanter

    Early this morning, my dad woke me up and said I was going back to my grandma's house. I got up from the bed half asleep, stretched my arms lazily, and said dissatisfiedly, "I will never go back!" As soon as I thought of my grandmother's house, I saw the dilapidated scene of my hometown in front of me. Not yearning at all. However, my father still insisted on letting me go back, and I had to go back under my father's "force".     I got on my father's motorcycle, and within half an hour, my hometown was right in front of my eyes. As soon as I got to the gate of the village, I couldn't help but say "oh". The hometown in front of me and the hometown in memory are two different places. The bumpy sheep intestines road has become a wide and flat concrete road. Rows of tall trees have nowhere to go. Walking on the road is "ash in sunny days, mud in rainy days".     On both sides of the road, a Rice Transplanter is "deeply plowing". The industrious farmers…