What are the post-80s doing?

Do you know a bird called hawthorn?

The post-80s rural children almost all know each other, right? But now the memory of this bird is sometimes clear and sometimes vague!

At that time, I especially want to know if you know each other. Their family suddenly floated downstairs on a few branches. Light as a cloud, like the wind. The dance is graceful and free. If I were a painter, I would sketch them out on my drawing paper at once. Unfortunately I am not, thinking about how to write down this beauty? If you were around me, old, would you reminisce with me and say, what are those birds calling? The black head, the big one, the small one, should be a family. I said, called hawthorn la... I'll ask you a lot of questions. Do you remember the colors when you were a kid? For example, when I look at the blue color of the white lotus cigarette box in the hands of an adult, it is like a hungry wolf greeding for prey. I like the flowers and greenery of the New Year paintings, and I really have to thank that poor years, simple, simple, true, enthusiastic, dreams are all...