My childhood was associated with the western countryside, with the charming moon and water; there is a zigzag dirt road as if deliberately arching his back to hug it all the way to the heart of each blade of grass and bamboo bank; There are vast rice fields to watch in the afternoon. My childhood was the mornings when I curled up in a blanket like a lazy cat, even though the sun had crept into every crevice of the roof outside, the rooster crowing was bright as if urging, the plow was somewhere. sloppy, the sound of martial arts howling loudly in a river in front of the house…
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