The Wheat Is Ripe

Remember that summer when the cicadas were chirping? The watermelon in the well, the squeaky ceiling fan, the straw mat to lie on and watch the stars, the clear flowing stream, the refreshing old popsicles, the orange-flavored glass soda, the white rabbit that is so sweet that it makes your throat itchy, the roof where people gather to chat, the politeness and affection between neighbors, and the New Year's Eve full of New Year's Eve... In that era when material was not abundant, we ran freely over the fields like the wind, chasing butterflies and laughing heartlessly. Our lives were simple but happy. Now please fasten your seat belts and board this nostalgic train with me, and let us return to that slow-paced but glorious and pure time. Hit the key points: Period writing, nostalgic style, partial to group portraits, realistic, slow-burning, daily, a combination of sweet and sadistic, 1v1, he. Intention: Love what you love, and we all have a bright future.