1980
The old sun is leaking from the castor tree, and it will be 1980. We'll have a chalet built in spring, with a fairy-tale red roof and grassy slopes, cows gnawing and, in Australia. The daffodils are noisy in various colors to distract them from their loneliness. The clouds drifted out of the mountains in the morning, and drifted back in the evening, with nothing to do. The sky has a lot of blue, you ask me if I can borrow a little to dye Shanshan's skirt? (How would I know!) There is a small water tank in the back of the house. Sirius often drank there secretly, Orion often drank there secretly, and the round faces of children often drank there secretly. The cows are very obedient; the day before Mow, they silently give us the milk we need most! The milk has a grassy smell, which Shanshan doesn't like. The valley is far from us, there is nothing to send us, send us some songs, some echoes, you say it's good enough. When winter comes, snowflakes bury the windows. It is the leaves that are picked up in autumn, and the most fluffy ones are picked up, and the most fluffy ones are picked up. I said to go to the town to buy some pictures! The stocking tube should be hung on the lintel, and the southern cross should be moving to Jerusalem. You say what's so good about pictures, don't we just live in pictures? But I retorted and said: Then don't put anything in the bread, just put your smile. Let's sing till the end of the quarrel! Singing is always good. The children are all asleep. There are several lanterns. I said what clothes are you rushing to make, what are you going to do tomorrow with so much left? The next day the old sun will leak from the castor tree again, and it will be 1980.
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