The ears of wheat in the wheat field set off against the soft autumn wind, making people miss you. How many people can understand the story of a seed sprouting? There are many people like me, but there are also many people who are not like me. Why not all the brilliant things can write romance? It's just that different things, in different ways, all have the delicious taste of a grain of rice. "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the sill, and the dew is thick." A few more people can see it. The formation of a petal involves the preparation of many kinds of flowers and applause. I hope that among the beauty there are also seasons that belong to you. Although the sparrow eating a grain of rice is small, it has all five internal organs. Not many people can understand that my joys and sorrows are not only connected, but also have many stories that are in the same vein. Later, their rice grain became a well-known memory of the annual ring.
Purpose: Inspiring stories