When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist in Taohua Ridge, Lin Daya was squatting in front of the stove, tinkering with a pot of oily lard residue, muttering: "Who said fat people can't counterattack? I raise my cubs with my mouth and a hoe. If you don't believe it, look at it."
Concept: The city is too prosperous. It describes the rural life in my heart, which is sweet and warm, but also trivial.