like a pair of soft and warm hands
lead me into time. The river
the old house in my memory
My mother keeps four little ones
spinning around the top of the pot
but her smiling eyebrows are still like a half moon
My father's dark and sturdy shoulders
After selling tofu. Face
Every time he works and has a rest, his copper dry tobacco pots and pans are always
-Li La Li
The strong smell of dry tobacco is in the air-
It is scattered
Looking forward to the stars at night
A small square table and four Xiao Mu stools. A few candies of fruit
always make us
-four children sitting in the courtyard
sweet in their mouths and sweet in their hearts
laughter and laughter
only then can we understand-
Happiness is really as simple as this:
Grandpa's spoil
Dad's company and
Mom's meal
Tonight.