#Anyang headlines #sesame
In my life
It seems that many agricultural matters have fallen behind
Suddenly, that section of turquoise rods
That wide leaf
And the little white flowers that are like fairies
It seemed to hold my soul
I was enchanted
Rushing forward
It's like hugging a lover
That black sesame clip
Like two flying butterflies
Construct the memories of childhood
A few friends stole sesame seeds
The teacher said: Sesame blossoms are getting higher and higher
Goodbye sesame seeds, I have become middle-aged
It turns out that the life of the rich again
Not as happy as this slice of sesame seeds
Sesame seeds are a plant
It's not a plant
It's childhood, hometown, childhood
And lingering nostalgia
In the sesame fields are grandma, dad, mom