Shili sheep farm was your smiling face yesterday, and there are expectations for you in this life on both sides of Pujiang. In the blooming season of Magnolia, your children wish you peace, you have my childhood attachment, you are my teenager's dream, you give me the warmth of old age, you are the harbor of my life, and storytellers light up one after another. You bless silently and watch attentively. Maybe every window has a sad and happy story, but you make every ending complete.