我总是带着睡意守护着田中大片大片的棉花。清晨的凉风吹淡睡意时,人们也三三两两上山了,一天的忙碌拉开了序幕。人们有的浇着田中的青菜,有的已在收获谷物。我也同外婆忙活开了。一棵一棵,我缓缓为它们浇水,大片的棉花好像怎么也浇不完。但我不能停下,它们,渴望着水的滋润,似乎在求助着我,等待着我。 I am always drowned to guard the large tracts of cotton in Tanaka. When the cool breeze bleak in the early morning, people are going uphill in twos and threes, and the daylong rush begins. Some people poured green vegetables in the fields and some were already harvesting grain. I am also busy with my grandma. One by one, I slowly watered them, and a lot of cotton seems to be poured. But I can not stop, they, longing for the moisture of the water, seems to be asking for help and waiting for me.