Where Did That Ball Come From?

When I was a child, I didn't feel that leisurely days were a kind of happiness. The happiness at that time was always flying in the sky. I often vowed to engage in a great career for fear of being looked down upon. Now, if someone asks me what my ideal life is like, I will tell him without hesitation: "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the southern mountains." All the memories of childhood are closely connected with a village. The village is far away from the national highway, not surrounded by mountains and rivers, and does not have a city with wine flags. From a distance, it even looks a little decadent and lifeless. Only when you get closer can you hear the unique concerto of the village: "Dogs bark in the deep lanes, cocks crow in the mulberry trees." In spring, when grass grows under the walls of sunny houses, you can stand at the entrance of the village and look out into the distance, looking at the scenery where "the grass is green from a distance but not close at all". When you run towards it, your shoes are often covered in freshly thawed mud. When the soil dried and became softer, a lot of wild vegetables began to appear. Every household picked them, washed them with water, dipped them in soybean paste and put them in their mouths. Then they took a bite of the golden tortillas, which were so delicious that they almost licked off the tongue. I can't turn it over anymore. . Dizzy

"Readers who read this article usually also like the following article." Chrysanthemum, what article is it? Camellia or something like that?

I like this article very much, oh, corn cake..., Mars article, thank you. ***

It's beautiful. I like this narrative method. It's very touching. (Except for the Martian novel, hey, the author, you're too busy.)

Why can't I understand this text?

Picking chrysanthemums on the fence, picking chrysanthemums on the fence Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain~ "The color of the grass looks distant but nothing is close" in spring Apple trees in summer… Ripe corn~ I pick mushrooms to cook for my mother, and I don't stop until I hear compliments~ My stomach hurts when I see it~ I feel confused

I don't understand, but I still give you a flower.

High level Martian text, powerful

Look at the command of the ㄋBubu, Keyou is still in a state of hunger and thirsty

Childhood is a beautiful time and has become an irreplaceable color in life. I actually understood it. I learned a language by myself without a teacher, and I can speak Y! ! ! ! ! !