On their way down the mountain, it was already dusk. The western sky was as red as blood, tinting the horizon with a flush of evening clouds. In the distance, the vast farmland and the crops in the dry fields were full of life, with a mix of yellow and green. In the golden wheat fields, members of the commune were still bustling with the harvest.
Standing halfway up the mountain and looking out, the view was magnificent! This beautiful scene made Zhou Jiao unable to resist taking out her camera, adjusting the focus, and capturing a series of landscapes.
After taking the photos, Zhou Jiao regrettably said, "It's a pity there's no color option."
Zhang Guoqing comforted her, "The camera can't capture the shock in your heart right now. You could try painting it. When we get old, I'll organize an art exhibition for you. At that time, we'll include calligraphy and embroidery for a talent showcase."
