“People love storks, storks come. Storks love people, they come back”, I read it when watching animated footages of hundreds, even thousands of storks chirping to call each other to fly back to the good land. Storks like friends.

That is the brilliant yellow of the sunshine and the wind, and of the ripe rice fields with the corpulent, firm rice grains. That is also the yellow of straw and the pleased faces of farmers on the harvest days. The scene of the countryside is bustling and animated but simply beautiful.