I stood on the sand nest beam behind my aunt's house and watched the sun set little by little. The wind was too tight, and a flock of sparrows flew close to the ground. I saw Huaiwen's daughter-in-law, holding a bundle of grain poles, suspiciously

I stood on the sand nest beam behind my aunt's house and watched the sun set little by little. The wind was too tight, and a flock of sparrows flew close to the ground.

I saw Huaiwen's daughter-in-law, holding a bundle of grain poles, looked at me suspiciously, and entered the backyard without speaking.

In the distance, at the root of the southern wall of Zhuangzi, someone drove the sheep to the well to drink, and a little lamb cried timidly, but soon it was carried away by the empty wind.

In this small village deep in the sand, more and more people have left, many sheepfolds have been deserted, many firewood stacks have decayed, like a yard that has not lived for a long time, the wall skin shows hay crumbs, the paint on the window flute is peeling, and the curtain of the flower door is also burned by the sun. #抖出你的家乡