Face the mountain.
In the morning, the rooster crows and the sun rises.
The sky in the town is exceptionally fresh and transparent.
Smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up on the stone wall tile house.
Birds fly from the front mountain to the back mountain.
So close.
The corn in front of and behind the house is heading.
It smells of flowers.
Butterflies and dragonflies are flying between rows.
Always stop for a moment.
The vegetables in the garden are bright red and green.
Picking them is my favorite thing.
I run in the mountains and fields every day.
The mountain road twists and turns.
I always run out of breath and blush.
Rhododendron is the most beautiful flower in spring.
I often sit on the top of a high mountain.
Smell the flowers and have a bird's eye view of the town.
Looking for a home at the foot of the mountain.
Grandpa is my most admired relative,
He writes well and loves his family very much.
Grandma always likes to make fun of us.
Laughter kept coming.
Every summer night, we gather in the yard.
Look at the moon and count the stars.
Longing for freedom and imagining the future.
It's been many years since I left town,
I often miss my youth and my home.