Even if the sun sets every day, one day is the most charming sunset. Pick a passion fruit to eat on a country road. When picking fruit, you will think of the whispering and critical voices of the uncles and aunts behind the village, chasing the running children and the mud under your feet.
You will think of the slowly flowing stream in the forest, flapping the uneven rocks and the trees swaying in the wind; I think of the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest after the rain and the unforgettable breath in the pigsty. Really, the taste of passion fruit is too strong. I have tasted the taste of my hometown, and the sweetness of my childhood is there.
Chapter 2: Imitate the lanterns in the second paragraph.
Even delicious tea leaves count. Among all the delicious foods, I love the sparks in the night, such as fire, light and moon, which slowly decorate the whole sky. Pick up a tea cake, raise your hand and put it in your mouth, you will think of grandma's nagging, and the smiling face of your neighbor will remind you of the awe in front of your temple.
I also think of the children who broke out of the village, and I think of the splendid scene at the temple fair. Everyone did not hide it, chatting generously, and the wild vegetables in the field evoked the charm of tea cakes, adding a lot of color to them. In the alley, next to grandpa's chessboard, there are always familiar tea cakes, which are in short supply. Really, tea cakes have given us too much company, accompanied me to grow up, in my childhood taste buds.
Chapter 3: Imitate the lanterns in the second paragraph.
Even the proud daffodils are counted. Among all these flowers, I like fragrant cloves such as osmanthus and the stars in the dark blue night sky best. When you mention the stars, you will think of the vast fields, the singing sound of the night wind over the fields, and the starlight shining into the forest.
The light and shadow scattered in the forest reminds me of my grandmother's kind face, gentle and long singing, the shadows of trees fluttering under the moon, the dazzling silver light scattered by the stream next to the trees, and the fish falling with the stream, reflecting the stars with the falling flowers and disappearing into the distance. Really, there are too many memories about stars, and the network of memories is crowded.
Chapter 4: Imitate the lanterns in the second paragraph.
Even the dark color I blended, among all the colors, I love the simple grayish brown and the gorgeous scarlet, which constitute a picture. These seem like a channel connecting ancient times and modern times, and it is a way for us to see ancient times.
When it comes to ancient times, you will want to go to the prosperous and open Tang Dynasty. At the height of the Tang Dynasty, all countries came to Korea. You will think of camel bells ringing on the Silk Road; Think of the magnificent picture; Think of the beautiful and open landscapes written by literati. Really, every time I mention this, all I think of is.
Chapter 5: The second paragraph of imitating lanterns.
Even counting the street lamp in the dark, the street lamp burned a hole in the dark, thus escaping countless stars and a bright moonlight. When it comes to the moon, you will think of wild cats foraging in the streets at night and meowing contentedly from time to time. You will think of the beautiful scenery under the moon, the trees swaying gently with the wind, the grass whispering, meticulous and quiet.
Thinking of the scene of family reunion, happiness is drifting away in the wind; Downstairs, I thought of people who were busy going home and tired at night. I think of countless lights in the street, holding the purest moonlight and sending the quiet overflow of the night to the world. Really, my love for the moon just overflowed, and I was talking in my sleep at night when I was a child.