Qingshanwei

On a June day, the sun is at its peak. Under the Daqing Mountain, there are ridges of green corn fields. The corn seedlings are growing happily, and the corn stalks are being pulled up section by section. Looking around, some corns are already heading. The edge of Baomi is a series of winding paths. The so-called fields are these paths. The paths merged into the main road, like a stream flowing into a river, or like a big tree branches growing from the main trunk. This big tree fell to the ground and became two-dimensional.