An ordinary cottage, an ordinary woman.

She had just finished watering the crops in the small yard when several newborn chicks scrambled to peck at the rice grains on the ground.

The days are very dull, but the woman is very satisfied, and her life is all exchanged for her hands.

She leaned against the stream, holding a book of half-idle poems.

That's her only pleasure, her only hobby.

The water was clear, and she looked sideways at the stream.

The dazzling sunlight made her dazed for a moment.

A vague man was faintly reflected in the clear water.

Hazy, if it is away.

The woman's heart began to beat.

The man's phantom refracted a halo in the sunlight of the stream, a golden halo.

She silently gazed at the stream, and for a moment, happiness bloomed in the gaze.

The woman rubbed her eyes, and the phantom in the stream had disappeared without a trace with the flowing water.

She slightly shielded the glare of the sun with her slender hands, and slowly raised her head.

Suddenly, the figure in the stream came into her eyes.

"The tryst is recoupled, sitting for a long time to look at each other is happy, sighing and shocked, drunk eyes and waking up. ”

She muttered.

The woman smiled.......

(After tidying up, please laugh at the cat)