​ My father used to work in the city and seldom stayed at home. But he would come b  86   to help harvest rice every year.

One autumn, he promised to help our neighbor, who lost his a   87     in a traffic accident in 1999 to harvest his rice. After Father harvested our own, his little rice picker broke. What’s worse, he had to return to work the next day b   88    his partner was ill in hospital. It m   89    that Father wouldn’t be back in a few days. It now seemed i   90    to help out the neighbor.

Father told us that he wouldn’t let the n   91    rice rot (糜烂) in the field. He decided to harvest it by hand w   92    a machine. “If tonight’s weather is clear, I think I can do it.” added my father. In fact, he was rather tired after a day’s harvest work.

After dinner, Father had a short rest and made his way to the field. A f   93   moon was glowing in the sky and the weather was cold but clear. He spent the whole night k   94   his word.

I would never f   95    the image：Father was cutting rice in the light of the harvest moon. Behind him, row after row of rice stocks stood at attention, showing respect for a man who kept his word.