Ya Kun Night Reading 丨 Happy answer (sound)

In summer, the grass and trees are lush, and the air is filled with a strong vanilla smell. The trees beside the house were lush, and the sunflower that drove earlier was already seeds, and the story of summer was lively.

The old man looked at the clouds walking in the sky and laughed involuntarily, like a child. She and her wife came from the city, lived under the mountain, and lived with her with her name and story.

Without a little attention, the Bobo Baiyun ran to the field. She entered the house and walked towards the field with a painting clip. She raised the painting in a place near the cloud and looked up slightly, and her sight could meet the cloud she chased. She wants to draw the clouds and turn it into an eternal oil painting.

The rural path, crisscross the vertical and horizontal, and the seedlings have grown new buds. Yun Duo was concerned by the eyes of the elderly, and the outline of the cloud was presented on the drawing paper. She concentrated on painting very charming, looking far away, as if she broke into the painting herself.

My wife sat at the door and looked at it, and she became a unique scenery in his eyes. The setting sun shone on her, the light was reflected in the field, and a gust of gusts were blowing. The shallow water in the field was rippling. The clouds in the water gradually blurred, and the clouds painted were clearer.

In the twilight, she was focusing on painting. With the help of the perspective of the cloud, she added a few strokes on the painting paper, and she had the appearance of villages and rivers. The smoke rose, the village became vivid, and the sound of pots and pans collided showed the fireworks on earth. The fragrance of various dishes in the kitchen was intertwined, and an ordinary happiness lingered. When the wind was in the wind, the wife walked towards the field with a thin jacket.

He stood beside and looked at her with a smile, as if seeing her girl as a girl, still so charming. He remembered the scene when he first saw her, and in a blink of an eye, it was more than half a century, and they practiced the promise of "white heads".

"It's up to the wind, don't be cold." The wife said she put her clothes on her. After the painting was finished, she pointed at the painting and told her thoughts to his wife. He was addicted to her seriousness and nodded with a smile. She accepted the painting clip, handed it to him, then rolled the picture, followed him, and went home. Along the way, I do not know how many creatures have treated them as a beautiful scenery, including the birds that deliberately wrapped around them.

Nian Hua died, the style was still, she was loyal to her love, and he accompanied her. The reason why we can be from the age to the age is just that love is all reasons, and there will be a happy answer.

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