The village in the deep mountains, dotted with settlements, was sparsely populated but full of warmth in the past; Nowadays, people in the world live according to the city, and the twilight smoke of the village can be a few wisps.

I remember the courtyard where I live in spring and summer, and there is a persimmon tree in the courtyard, which is tall and tall, and the more out of the high house. Looking at the south with the face, there is a newly planted pear tree flower on the left side of the persimmon tree, the color is white and the pure fragrance is faintly diffused, and there are occasional white and yellow butterflies fluttering to take care of.

There is a small pond of the four sides chiseled on the right side of the tree, and the gap of the persimmon leaves strays into the small pool, and the wind slowly comes to its rippling and dazzling.

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