At this time , tragic, sorrow, melancholy , sad, fall into my heart. One sorrow and grief in my eyes, but was immediately on the blood of the sunset sky , which quells gently uttered praise.

Water Mei River, Juanniao chased , several more crisp crow penetrated moments deserted , quiet patch of disturbed dreams Heart Lake .

For water cross Joan practice, apricot village anger Han Xia.

this road like a dragon curled up in the wheat , the experience with wind and rain, experiencing wasted years , witnessed the village occurred the large and small things and its development and changes , too, accompanied by a grandfather busy life.

Leave home , they must give up their growth over the land , because this piece of land once lived fetters himself longing for a better life ahead. Each person will have to pay believe that material rewards , so once covered crops become barren fields , trails are often overgrown village , leaving the sick and elderly , etc. are all in a pedestrian village gradually emptied stay with . They keep looking at the spring broadcast seed fall can bear some fruit, but also watch out for children to live healthy and safe , but also look forward to but do not expect them to Huijia look , because they feel that the most important thing a child , do not because things at home and delay work on the outside , and do not miss their loved ones at home, people at home are still true, simple, generous living , there is not much **** and demands, generations ago were wistfully watching the children from to the direction of the home, number of children eager to look forward to the return of the day. So year after year, day after day.