Poppy

Looking up, the clouds in the sky seem to be at hand. The clouds are like all kinds of marshmallows, especially white and cute against the blue sky. Looking at the green mountains and dark blue sky, they are like a beautiful painting. The breeze slowly kisses the cheek, and the gentle breeze kisses the cheek. The sun shines on the body, and the leaves swaying in the wind add a touch of romance; but when I lower my head, I can see that the road is still a dirt road and the clothes sewn from rags on my body, as well as the soles of the cloth shoes made by my mother have been rubbed through, and the uppers have a small scratch somewhere. Zhang Yuan stood on the only road in the village and looked at the scene in front of him. When he lifted his toes, the broken shoe uppers were exposed. At that time, there were no socks to wear. It only took five minutes to walk from the village to home. The number of brick houses gradually increasing in the village made him a little envious at a young age. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.