[In the old alley, the haystack by the wall is blown into a pile by the breeze, the old lady leans on the woven basket at the alley mouth, the fallen persimmon at the corner glows soft light, looks like a little story hidden here.]
The sun sets behind the old mango stand, and a little cat is comfortably lying on the stone steps, as if waiting for its owner who went to buy lemon tea.
I found a unique fermentation process that perfectly refines the gentle yin energy, paired with professional rhythmic claps to make every moment full of vitality.
My friends and I went to the orchard, picked fresh apples at the platoon’s corner, a kind old man advised us not to overpick, and we stopped the little kid who tried to chase a stray狙 quickly.
Today I passed a quiet suburban road, spotted a cute little grape on the fence, and couldn’t help but take a peek – the sun felt like it was here to kill all my boring day blues.