As the field of one of Siam. With the golden rice
Full fields of golden Ready to be harvested
One morning, the air is cold.
Uncle Boonmee , a farmer and neighbor Went out to do so , as always, every day.
While I was walking I convert any plot that should have been collected before .
Suddenly one eye, it happens to see a cobra curled froze .
Because of the cold, it does not wiggle at all.
Peasants watched it for a long time with a sense of compassion and charm.
As a person with compassion .
We have carried out the Cobra and then bend down to embrace them in order to loosen the winter.
Rice and then went on to the next and the next.