People always remember and forget.
Since you will forget, you should cherish the memories.
People are always alive, but they will always die.
Since it will pass, we should live well.
Paddy fields; The smell of rice
Twilight gap
I walked with you in the rice fields in the country.
Carefully cross the small ditch between the ridges.
You squatted down and carefully stroked a pile of rice stalks.
You said the name of Daoxiang Village is so poetic.
I said that's the name of the bakery.
You said you didn't like cakes.
Do you like to peel off flashy rice?
The wind gently wrinkles your hair.
Still fiddling with rice noodles
Your hair is flowing and the rice string is flashing.
At this moment.
I really want to hold you in this sea of rice.
Quietly watching the last trace of gold on the horizon washed away.
Into this ethereal atmosphere
The air is filled with fragrant rice.