Tung Tree Flowers Are Fragrant and the Moon Is Half Bright

The green mountains and forests are full of birdsong, and crystal clear dew hangs on the tips of every green bamboo leaf... "Sister, look, it's raining." The green vines pulled the bamboo branches playfully, and there was a ticking sound in the forest. It was the dewdrops that wetted the dry mud drop by drop, making the dust hidden in the mud disappear in shock. "Qing Tong, if you keep doing this, my brother and I will get wet." Qing Tong pulled his 3-year-old brother and moved him aside. ... It was as beautiful as a painting, but as time passed, they never imagined that growing up would be so painful.