It's the best time, and happiness is like a rolling wave of rice. And I was standing at the edge of the field, but I didn't know where to start.
In fact, every happiness has a night when you can't sleep, and how many times you lose your head, you can't see the distance. The sun-lit rape flower becomes the main theme of happiness, and is closely watched by a bee.
The most beautiful time is when the sky is a little blue, and when the opportunity collapses, all the determination has set off, and it is a food street that can be picked up and eaten.
No one thinks of a cottage where the smell is nostalgic wherever it is thrown. Many things are too poor, such as a life that will be cut in half with a hard pull.
The village where a drop of rain once lived, a green leaf lifted by thousands of ants, the spirit of the spirit, like a poem slowly walking through the earth, I don't know how many holes are beckoning to them.
In the face of endless happiness, I did not know which word to choose as a confidant, and raised a glass with me in the lonely night until I drank the last drop of moonlight.