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In the fields, there seems to be a misty rain and a dream of Jiangnan. Fish and rice from the water town nourish half an acre of farmland, everything here. Gave so many childhood memories. I remember that my father held the buffalo with the plowshare and was probably another unfortunate person. I always imagined that his fate was not good. I lament that life is not easy. If I had a lot of money, it would be great to have flowers blooming facing the sea. Some people want to ask me, where can I join hands with my family and loved ones to warm the world? Once upon a time, I imagined that I would be beautiful and have the lingering fragrance of roses as a gift to my favorite lover. There was a brief period of youth and unexpected encounters, passing each other with a bang, and thoughts of leaving. Go to the farthest place, but there is no money, and there is no lover or comrade in bloom. The beauty of Qianying and your charm touched my heart. Crying in a BMW is not as romantic as laughing while riding a bicycle. I watched a heavy snowfall in Tokyo and Seoul airports. There have been too many gaps between ideals and reality, full of love and boldness in reality. Growing up here, the white-walled and black-clothed cottages are the ancient village, with its winding field roads and stunning scenery. The trail along Zhuangwan is the only dirt road leading to the back mountain. When you arrive at Ludang, you can see the farm. The old family in Qingqingyuan is the village that moved here from Wuchi Township. The doors face each other and become an alley and a courtyard.