The rice field carries countless memories of his childhood, playing with friends, playing with grandpa scarecrows and so on. Now my grandfather is also close to his back, and there are few memories left. So I want to make something. When I see the picture, I can have a few minutes of travel and fly to those beautiful moments in my memory. Of course, it is more of my own self-hi, and I have not expressed the beautiful and touching things in the rice fields. The scarecrow may only be beautiful to me, just hope not to frighten others like the scarecrow in the horror movie, that is really a sin.