The Beauty Of The Rice Fields Is Fun

The yellow green is so beautiful. Little birds fly freely here and there. The wind blows not too tight, not as fast as the wind off the coast, like an intangible receiver greet warm visitors. He brushed the tired and tired scattered in the minds of mind due to the activities in the office all day.

It was a sight that was hard to find, even if in town, it was not there. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful he was. Not to mention he was further enhanced by a distinctive blue color in the sky that was so bright accompanied by the glow of light from the last rays of the sun that afternoon