"The sky is blue and the sky is yellow, the ground is yellow, the west wind is strong, the wild geese from the north are flying south, who comes in the morning and is drunk in the frost forest?" The person on the stage opened his mouth and said slowly, with a soft voice, like a mountain stream turning thousands of times, like wine entering a sad heart, cutting through the night, and going straight into the soul. Among the lights and figures, I seemed to see flying sleeves.
"Girl, the play has started, why don't you go in?" The boy at the door asked tentatively.
"Waiting for someone."
I nodded to him as an answer.
"That girl's friend is really..."
The boy is not angry on my behalf.
I smiled and looked towards the stage.
"The person I was waiting for has arrived."
Purpose: The feelings of family and country also include the love of children