A friend of mine lives in a remote mountain village, and her mother is a tailor. The road in the village is very muddy, and there are many weeds on the roadside. It has been a week since I received his letter. One day not long ago, she told me in the letter that the river had dried up, like a dead man. I think it's right for people in trouble to get help first, so I made some arrangements and asked some friends from work to come to my activities. We voluntarily donate money to the village to buy seeds and distribute them to farmers by tractor or other means within two weeks.

(Landlord, what you said is a bit rough. I'd better suggest you tidy up. )