Jiahe twenty-four years.
The drizzle of rain weaves the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and gentle words are everywhere in the halls and alleys.
The peach blossoms beside the Suzaku Bridge are blooming and the catkins are full.
"Hey, Miss He, please slow down a little bit." Grandma, who was washing her clothes by the stream, laughed and her clapper made a splash of water on her clothes.
He Wenxi ran barefoot on the stone road, giggling, squatting by the Zhaoxi River, watching a few small fish floating in it.
He Tingyun stood behind the little girl, watching her scooping up water with her little hands, stroking her gray beard, and said with a smile: "Wenxi, do you want to go to school with your grandfather today?"
He Wenxi turned her fair little face and touched her wet sleeves: "Is there anything fun in the school?"
"Of course, there is a new student in the school today," He Tingyun picked up the little girl and weighed it in his hands: "Wenxi is heavy again."
"Huh, no." He Wenxi made a small face, folded his hands on his chest, and looked very proud.
Intention: live a good life, be optimistic and positive
