Because these days
Light field, lush grass, the wind drift, it was my dreamed of home and the bypass in front of a small river, is still quietly flowing. Standing in the city center, around is not to like, the grassy aroma is substituted into the smoke filled walls. All the photos are still brilliantly illuminated, print out the past, two fresh woods quietly become a brick wall of iron. Little river was still light ice, however again also could not return to clear the fish and shrimp, children do not want to play here, everywhere cloth through mud. If time could turn the clock back, I want to go back to the old days filled with fresh, the sky is blue running cattle and sheep, I also barefoot in the river trip, feeling the breeze Shushuang. Starry starry night, you leaned on my shoulder, through the window o…