I turned the picturesque terraced fields of Guizhou into postcards

That day, I woke up very early. The terraced fields opposite the hotel where I stayed were on a highland, offering a panoramic view of the white clouds twisting into a long white dragon rolling through the canyon. It was incredibly vivid, with a head and horns, and distinct "dragon fins," like a heavenly omen, solemn and majestic. This highland is a great spot to watch the sunrise, but unfortunately, the clouds were thick that day, so I missed the sunrise's changing process. The gentle rays of the sunrise softly caressed every early riser working in the fields, shining over the terraces. It was already harvest season. The straw was tied into neat "human character" shapes and stacked orderly on the ridges. The beauty of harmonious coexistence between humans and nature is something no artificial art form can imitate or surpass. I only hope this beauty will last forever and not be destroyed with ill intent. The ripe rice grains in the fields were plump and golden. The roots and stems of the rice bent into beautiful arcs. This joy of harvest was displayed without restraint. "Every grain is hard-earned, every grain brings joy," I sighed! Living! Going back three generations, you and I are all farmers! I am grateful for nature's gifts and also thankful to the indigenous people who live in harmony with nature for creating this brief but everlasting memory for me. I turned them into postcards, the ones I love.