Looking out the window, the wheat in the field is yellow and bright. Spring flowers have fallen, and reeds fill the riverbank. The seasons change, and the sound of cuckoo and more colorful butterflies are sent; blue skies and blue trees, flowers bloom in front of the courtyard. Alas! Beautiful times are difficult to linger, flying and chaotic, annoying everywhere, really yes, love and hate, mixed joys and sorrows.
Happiness Grass (xfc) was written on the afternoon of May 25, 2021
I shoot with my phone (wheat)
I shoot with my phone (hollyhock)