The afternoon atmosphere of my hometown. 25 years ago we always played here. It was the custom of our rural children to play the rice fields. We play kites when the harvest season has arrived
This is the same place about 13 years ago. I keep memories with my friends. That period will not happen again will only be a history that will never be forgotten
They are my nieces. They are my picture of that time. I played like them back then. We play with a toy we do not know gadgets like kids nowadays. We make toys from wood and clay. That kind of atmosphere is no longer visible today. I really miss that moment. Tp the time will never wait and keep going and will never come back
I envy seeing those who live in simplicity but they can still smile without complaining about the bitter its life. They live life sincerely without complaining. Kabahagian life this will be felt when we can accept this situation with sincerity. And make sure that whatever omnipotent determination is best for us
This is the view of our rice field in the countryside. This is where we make a living
Taken with Xiaomi Redmi Note 3
