Remember the dreams of your youth, like a flower that never fades... Every year, there are several clusters of morning glory flowers at the head of the village, where they bloom freely, and thin vines are wrapped around the tips of the grass and the trunks of the trees
Remember the dreams of your youth, like a flower that never fades... Every year, there are several clusters of morning glory flowers at the head of the village, where they bloom freely, fine vines winding around the tips of grass and trunks, and clean flowers that refresh people's vision and bring life and beauty to this barren little world. After the autumn rain and drought, the leaves have been soft, the flowers are still blowing trumpets, let people stand quietly for a long time and can't bear to leave...