This is a story as long and clear as the Irish bagpipes. At dusk, with the evening breeze, a string of sunlight fragments flickering among the leaves, the fragrant and fragrant apple blossoms, withered in my life.
Do you still remember who overdrafted the love of three lifetimes, who kissed a drop of cold tears on the cheek, who stood at the window on the street corner, and who squatted in the corner waiting for someone to pass by. Time, please go slowly, wait for him who is stumbling and not growing up, and forgive that woman who pretends to be indifferent.
When I was very young, I read such a simple and heart-warming story: It was time for the little chestnut rabbit to go to bed, but he held on to the big rabbit's long ears tightly. He wanted Big Rabbit to listen to him. His eyes were as beautiful as lies in the night sky, blinking and blinking, saying: "Guess how much I love you." Big Rabbit said: "Oh, I can't guess that." Little Rabbit opened his arms as far as he could, and said, "So much." Big Rabbit's arms were much longer, and he also opened his arms: "I love you so much." Well, this is really a lot, Little Rabbit thought.