One summer afternoon, the sunshine made the field burning and caused workers to easily lose their temper.

Village blowing wind is blowing in the distance a large field burning vapor, has been spread to the horizon, the elderly the eyes welled up with tears in Mode, crystal disclose the holy light.

Acrid fumes of still-burning thatch - hours earlier the rooftops of orderly houses - assaulted my eyes and nose as I stepped out onto a bed of ashes in a smoldering rice field.