I fell when I was carrying a bamboo basket across the ditch.
A basket of grass also fell.
Of course, the sickle also fell off.
Shoes hanging on thorns, hanging on thorns
And a white silk scarf.
A light and easy-to-carry white silk scarf, I am ready to hurt my hand at any time.
Nice dress.
But 10 years later, it's still so white.
I don't know where the person who gave me the white silk scarf went.
When I fell into the ditch, I remembered these things and opened my eyes.
White clouds are mighty.
The grass scattered all over the floor is vast and green.