#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
author：A slow life of light rain and dusk
#翻开我的生活日记 #
Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds singing in the low trees next to the dark and rounded rocks, which was a small scene in the mountains after the rain in early summer.
It rained for a few days, so that this long dry mountain sucked up the ganlin, and all the tired and unexposed trees stretched out their turquoise branches in the rain, greedily breathing in the fresh air between the mountains. It was as if some invisible hand had skimmed over every green tree, every inch of land, every leaf was shining and verdant.
In the distance, the foggy, faintly contoured place is still a mountain, and it is a kind of beauty to stay in this lonely mountain without a trace of distraction.
#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
#Open My Life Diary #Overnight, the old farmer with the straw on the back window was planted with sweet potato seedlings on the small stone hill, and the light rain that gradually moistened the soil was still pouring down, and there were birds
