When Sunlight Falls upon the Fields

At dawn, the Longji Rice Terraces rest beneath a veil of mist. Sunlight spills through the clouds, cascading along the golden waves of rice — as if the earth itself were breathing. The mountains rise and fall like verses of a poem, and the paddies shimmer with silver light beneath the sky. Smoke curls from distant homes, and birdsong echoes across the valley. In that moment, heaven and earth become one, and time moves softly — singing a quiet song of harvest and years gone by.