初庄稼地里的麦子熟了,金黄金黄的,又是一个丰收的季节。瞧,田里的刘老汉正哼着小曲,挥着镰刀,快乐地收割着这甜美的劳动果实。一个税务员从田边走过,向刘老汉喊到:“刘大爷,今年收成不错吧,明天是缴税的日子了,可要记得来呀!我不耽误您老忙了,我还要通知其他人,再见!”刘老汉 The wheat in the early cropland was ripe, golden golden, and it was a harvest season. Hey, Liu Laohan in the field is humming a little song and waving a scythe and happily harvesting the fruit of this sweet labor. A taxman walked past Tanabe and shouted to Liu Laohan: “Uncle Liu, this year’s harvest is good, tomorrow is the day for tax payment, but remember to come! I’m not going to delay your busyness, I’ll also inform Others, goodbye!" Liu Laohan