How can you not think of home! A place for the soul of hometown, a place for healing! Listen to the pond frogs, listen to the sound of Zen, listen to the old cows, listen to the wind blowing through the poplar forest! A handful of small in the evening

How can you not think of home! A place for the soul of hometown, a place for healing! Listen to the pond frogs, listen to the sound of Zen, listen to the old cows, listen to the wind blowing through the poplar forest! A small chair in the evening, the sunset in the evening breeze, the clear sky, silence, silence! There was a faint smell of smoke in the distance, I am afraid that the old lady's hot kang was hot again, and there were two barking dogs, watery. The smoke also smoked a lot, quietly, quietly, something invaded the bone marrow. Adjust your pace, come back, heal the soul, definitely, and fight!