The road in the village, the soil can't cross the foot, and a group of people walked by, picking up dust all the way. Children of two or three years old play barefoot in the soil, like clay dolls. When they saw the stranger coming, their only bright big eyes blinked. Children who go to school help adults in the fields after school. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on this land for such a long time, desolate and tragic.

This is Daiwada.