The golden sea at sunset, the figures looking forward to the faraway places, the smoke of the cooks soaked in the setting sun, the small bridges crawling with the grasses of the betel stalks, the old wells covered with moss in the dappled patches, the hills where the flowers roam in the spring, the ponds filled with the lotus flowers in the summer, the autumn after the hometowns are strong in the heart of the country, the scarecrows in the wind in the open fields, and the warm mornings of the winter, these are all the things that can't be taken away from the back of my back ......