10% beneficiary to @beautycreativity. yellowing rice

I always walk to a beautiful village during rice season, whatever it is, it's cool even in the heat, but I can enjoy it. I can see from the perspective of refreshment that the season has arrived, thoughts wrapped in thick white clouds accompanied by blue skies will deepen into whispers of poetry and poetry to see further the story that will be stored tonight.

At the end of the village I stood for a moment looking at the situation with a good feeling about the growth of rice in this season, in that corner I could paint some of the scenes in the story, this is perfect and smooth in the blank ink wrapped around the farmer's fingers and the wind to caress the rice seeds it's yellowed.