This is the second year I have visited the rice fields to paint them. In mid-August, at six in the morning under the rising sun, I stood alongside people who see themselves as small, unaware that they are among the essential elements of this world and the foundation of happiness — planting the rice fields with their own hands on the open land. The fragrance of the rice paddies, the cool morning breeze, and the sunlight before it reached the peak of the sky intoxicated me. On the day I set out to paint the rice fields, I cried from happiness — tears of gratitude for the blessing of being able to connect so deeply with my world.