In spring, plant for a few days.
Water and fertilize, add some love and kindness.
The days will sprout
In summer, days begin to get crazy.
Weeding and weeding is the most important thing.
Let the days grow in the days.
In autumn, the sky hangs at the door.
Increasingly prosperous.
Sit quietly in winter.
Around the fire
Chewing the days
Talking about stories outside the day
2.& lt Good Days >
Bask in the sun
Stroll in poetry
Calm eyes fluttered in the distant mountains.
My child is in the snow.
Sweet laughter
Soak in flowers
Western Wall's wife smiled calmly.
Infinite tenderness
Birds with red branches.
At sunset, smoke rose from Ran Ran.
3. My wife and I
My wife and I
walk abreast
Autumn wind blows gently.
In the gap of fallen leaves
We don't talk much.
Have a busy day.
At this point, we
Go together
Familiar street
Familiar airflow
Occasionally, the wife will.
Grab my arm.
Stay close together
If there are no acquaintances
This position will
Until I get home.
4. < Recall a night many years ago >
You always cook.
Wait for me.
that night
You and I are very close.
Without saying a word
Forgot that snowflakes were flying at the door.
Outside the house.
All the lights went out.
Only two old trees were scarred.
Talk it over.
5. < Take a walk >
In the evening, I always like a family walking in the street.
My daughter was walking in the middle.
My wife and I walked hand in hand beside two ridges.
Birds are chirping in the tree.
Children are chasing and playing in the street.
The air is full of the fragrance of the earth.
And the smell of cooking smoke
Acquaintances and strangers come to me.
I greet everyone with a smile.
Invite them home sometimes.
My wife happily talked about the interesting things of her classmates during the day.
My daughter flies among us like a bird.
Crisp laughter echoed in the air.
Occasionally meet stray dogs.
We will pick it up and find the anxious owner.
Quietly leave in the voice of thanks again and again.
Walking in the street under the setting sun.
Look at those happy people.
Think of friends far away.
My heart is warm.
6.& lt Happy Life >
Falling snowflakes
Fluttering outside the house
The daughter in the hut is piled with building blocks.
The wife hooked a sweater and smiled quietly.
Fire is silent.
Poetry is silent.
I stand up occasionally.
My daughter always comes to kiss my face.
I'll kiss her, stretch and sit down, too.
Some winds linger at the door.
Always singing with snowflakes.
The kitten fell asleep sweetly in the quilt.
He is sleeping
Scattered mice
Gather around the grain
Talking about a happy life
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