馬鍬

Gabagaba to oto tatete susumu maguwa no ato ni, ryōgawa kara nagareyotte kuru an mitai na doro no umi ni kakinokosareta ōkina tsuchikure no shima ga ukabu.The harrow moved forward while making sloshing noises, and in its tracks was a large island of dirt, left unscraped in the red-bean-paste-like sea of mud that flowed in from both sides.