I have wanted to make a film about corn for a very long time. Every year we grow this crop, so why not make a film devoted entirely to corn? After finishing the short film about wheat, my thoughts suddenly became clear. I decided to follow the natural order of growth, just like writing a narrative essay. That became the foundation of my editing approach.I grew up eating corn porridge, and a love for corn runs deep in my bones. Once the seeds are planted in the soil, the sprouts emerge, growing taller day by day. We weed, fertilize, and water the fields, and the corn keeps reaching upward. When the ears finally form, we become busy again—harvesting, peeling, and hanging the corn to dry.I often feel that when farmers hang corn, they are creating art. Look at the corn hanging on the walls, climbing the trees, stacked on rooftops—golden and varied in form—each cluster looks like a golden sculpture.In fact, we farmers create art every single day. The neat green rows of corn in the fields are art. The farmers working and sweating under the sun are art. And when the entire village turns golden, what could that be if not art?