My daughter Jane is fond of cattle. She is six. There is a cow farm in the university and she often goes to see them. I don’t like the smell of cow dung，so I always refuse to go with her. I have been tired more and more whether working, living or studying in the last several years. I need to relax now. So when Jane asked me take her to the caw farm, I agreed without a moment thought.

It is fine weather today. White clouds drift through the blue sky and birds sing in the dense trees. We were, as it were, intoxicated by the soft air and sunshine of autumn. Jane picked  up the wheat straw hood on the ground and feeded it to the cow. I photograph her. Then I saw a cow’s eyes on camera. Its eyes are big and bright. It stucked out his tongue and flared his nostrils. They are also lives like our human. Up until this point, I understood why Jane loves them.