I love to write after the rain. A duck in the paddy fields cultivated with its mouth diamond drill ah, ah suck suck, ripples swing from its mouth open to ocean.It is on the ridge of three goose companions, stood a different attitude, with one leg of site, head into the crook between the goose back in, then the runners a rest, there is a snow-white feathers in its carding. And green grassland behind is goose.This prairie, in fact, is more than a river bed of the ditch.Impression that the river will surge once a year, flooded fields duck love.Now covered with juicy grass on the wide river bed this. Buffalo between the light green grass fed, lying in the anti-chew hay, ditch on the other side of the green carpet is a cattle.Strong wind blowing, lively large cattle run wild tail in the run up.The wind stopped, a false alarm, then buried grazing.This was the scene saw a crane, from cypress top plate hanging down, fell back of the bull, ox shakes, not rash crane, flying cow next.In addition twenty-three also coming to watch. Between shades of green, surrounded by several white light yellowish brown Claret put some sturdy spin.Cang between crisp cypress swing, clouds of dark clouds were blowing the other side of the tree.Cypress tree crown leaves two leaves appear out of the blue gem, and cypress front row maturing rapeseed sky blue side by side. What a green painting.