An ordinary hut, an ordinary woman.
She had just finished watering the crops in the small courtyard, and several newborn chicks were scrambling to grab the rice grains on the ground.
The days are very dull, but the woman is very satisfied. Her life is bought with her hands.
She was leaning against the stream, holding a book of poems from Banxianzhai.
This was her only pleasure, her only hobby.
The stream was clear, and she looked sideways at the stream.
The glare of the sun stunned her for a moment.
A vague man is vaguely reflected in the clear stream.
Hazy, indistinct.
The woman's heart began to beat.
The shadow of the man reflected a golden halo in the sunlight of the stream.
She stared silently at the stream, and for a moment, happiness was staring at the bloom.
The woman rubbed her eyes, and the phantom of the stream had disappeared without a trace with the flowing water.
She slightly covered the dazzling sunlight with her slender hands, and slowly raised her head.
Suddenly, the indistinct figure in the stream came into her eyes.
"Once again in a secluded period, you will be happy if you sit and see each other for a long time, and you will be shocked when you want to sigh, and your drunk eyes will wake up again." She murmured.
The woman smiled. . . . . (over)
(After tidying up, please accept the cat with a big smile)\
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