I prefer the mountains and fields.

Coming from another place, the freshness and strangeness make me unconsciously come into contact with unique things. They flow in the river of daily life, and we are like a foreign branch, always creating small ripples when the microwaves pass by. The thick fog in the morning shrouds the whole mountain and field. When I open my eyes, the fog is so thick that it seems to float into the house, lingering around me, making my heart feel lighter. The trees and distant mountains in the fog have a more mysterious aura than on sunny days. Standing there, birds occasionally fly overhead. The four seasons rotate, and nature alternates, which is an inevitable law. After the autumn harvest, the mountains and fields fade away from their heavy colors and appear desolate. People also put away their good interest in visiting. Beauty lies in the whole picture of life and breath. If you look away, there are many things worth exploring in the mountains and towns. Sometimes beauty does not easily reveal its true face, and sometimes it is right in front of you. A mountain bird flying by, a breeze wandering through the mountains, a vibrant field... Nature allows the mind to stroll, illuminating the purest perception and imagination within people, leaving a beautiful annotation in the mountains and fields with a free soul.