Often, sitting on an embankment, see the river flows to the winter quietly, don't worry is not slow, like a neighbor's teenage girl that just read high school, soft and do not break delicate and charming.

　　Hometown is a small village, sunrise, LaGui nest. Days like this, lightly, no waves, simple and happy, ordinary but warm. Morning a crow dog barks, the old cow hooves in the evening, occasionally mixed with tassel son crying sound, with the smoke of the chimney, spread good far far away...

　　The other side of the river from, is a budao edge of pear trees, when sharp shoots out of branches, it is spring. Ice and snow began to melt, the grass secretly out from soil head, worship of provoking flow, pear leaf whether these, however, only crazy to make public in the cold wind, swaying to the soil fragrance, is this life?

　　It is not a s, speculation with depressed people only half hunger hunger, want to a little pocket money. So many people were playing the pear tree idea, think of eight, in September to haul around some pears for money to spend. Had just in high school, and understand that is very strange for doing business. Is wrapped in to buy a pear sister took me to the other side of the river, so you can eat pears, because heard people speak over there, in the pear forest can tuck in, but not out of the woods, or according to the thief.

　　So, looking forward to, looking forward to, pear ah, hurry up blossom!