The world through the eyes of a little girl.
She was still young and had never left the village. The farthest perspective was at the end of the road. It was a winding road with birds singing and flowers fragrant, wheat fields and smoke, and a clear dream of unrestrained imagination.
Reading guide:
Oh, this article was written during the period of youth when the spring and autumn were most sad, and I was forced to express my sorrow for new words. It is an essay, with children's words and thoughts flying around. If you read it casually, it may be very boring!
There is no overall story, it is purely a nostalgia for a disappearing village.
Ps: If anyone sees it, I will update it slowly! Except for the latest chapter, the ones that show updates are changing typos.
Concept: The value of childishness
