From the age of eight or so, I had to contribute my share of labour along with my father and two elder brothers.
Kneeling(跪) in a rice field, I was up to my thighs(大腿) in the 1 . It splashed(溅) all over me, wet, sticky and 2 . When mud splashed into my eyes and onto my lip, I'd stand up, find the kettle of fresh water and try to 3 it away; but it was always a long 4 .
In midsummer, the sun beat upon my back, making me feel like hot bread 5 the side of a pan. 6 ran down my mud-covered arms and legs. It felt as if ants were 7 all over me. To prevent the sweat from running into my eyes, I kept myface as 8 as possible.
I told myself, Be 9 ! If my parents and brothers could 10 taking it, so I could. A kind of 11 took place of the hurt in me. So thinking, I slowly pulled myself together and I crawled (爬) on.
I 12 hard in the countryside, and I am proud of this. Crawling in the mud had taught me to take sweating as part of my life and not to be afraid in the face of 13 . More importantly, I had learnt the 14 of"you reap what you sow". Plant your feet 15 on the ground, work hard and you will be rewarded.
