Every morning I walk on the familiar way to school. Both sides of the road have many beautiful scenery, but I like most is the rice paddy field in the morning. The vast rice field.The field of rice is yellow and yellow. Early in the morning, in the field, cool, quiet space. The smell of grass flowers, copper cabinet, scent of rice ash spread over the copper. Some dew drops on the leaves and gradually increase in the warmth of the sun. Sunshine has risen, the field is now bright yellow color bright yellow.The distance, white herd of frogs to increase the beauty of copper. I love the rice field, it is not only a place for people to increase production but it is also a green paddy fields, a field of childhood, a memorial field of the individual as well as of the birth. Out in the rice paddy field home. The more I notice the beauty of it and I know it has taken up a part in my heart