Big appreciation in the smallest

I am a farmer's child, a botany student on it, so pulls the nerves with agriculture. Can not push agriculture to so far. I missed a lot of agriculture because of my profession now. The fields of the crop, the mustard fields, the golden rice fields call me with cataracts. There are different types of crops in different seasons. Those scenes always flutter in the eyes.




I want to get back to the lost golden days, though it is never possible. Urban people do not get seasoned changes. But I can understand exactly when the season is coming.

 Autumn, Late Autumn, and winter really want to go out to the village house.
In winter, the fields are filled with different types of flowers and crops. Fresh fresh vegetables are filled with vegetables. 

What kind of fresh vegetables do you find in the city? How many days do not eat winter leafy vegetables at home? Secretly, the mind just weeps. This is life, this is the real reality of life. So, with the time and opportunity, we have different types of vegetables and trees in the place of residence. I try to feel the small range of rural areas. It may seem insane to many, but I am the village's environment, crazy for the joy of agriculture.