The banyan tree by the pond, quietly watching the sunset, slowly walked towards the other side of the mountain. The childhood we remember is carefree, colorful, and cheerful!
We were young people who studied hard in the cold window, and we were also angry with books. Dreaming of returning to the Golden House in a golden carriage and horse, there is still Yan Ruyu at home.
Hit the water in the middle of the stream, and fight in the survival field. He has worked hard, worked diligently, and has also traveled south and north, and has also left his hometown. The tears, sweat, and blood that have flown through will become a painting. Dreaming of the source left and right, the wind and water rise, never wanted to bump and bump, toss and turn!
See her, like an endless prairie, full of flowers! Dream of her, my fairy, sitting gracefully on my white horse! The ending of the love story is that the family of three is living happily.
The years are merciless, and the time that flies like electricity makes the sideburns frost.
After all, it is to learn the sea to fight, eliminate geometry,
After all, it is love agitation, career rush, after all, there is porridge to warm the body without lamb greetings,
After all, there are far away piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea,
After all, there is chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea and Gou and,
After all, there are years of precipitation after the plain, light and easy. Quiet and beautiful life!