The beige building smells a little of cream cake.

On this rainy day, I'm worried about, er, whether it will be soaked in rain and dissolved into a pool of mud.

What a pity, what a pity.

The cream cake turned into mud was surrounded by mosquitoes.

The heavier the rain, the more water vapor, and the more blurred the line of sight.

An old lady who lost her tooth on crutches.

It is difficult to walk into this beige building with an umbrella in foggy days.

Mosquitoes are around her, but she doesn't know it.

When the grandchildren outside the building saw her outside the window, they knocked on the window.

Shout in horror: What are you doing? Wake up and look around you.

I seem to hear it, but I don't seem to hear it.

The old lady smiled and said, "I really want to eat sugar."

Baiyun, my marshmallow

I hid in a corner of the city.

Imagine a red maple leaf.

Blue sky, warm sun

I saw a farmhouse with white walls and red tiles.

Colorful leaves and reflections

An abridged rural oil painting

The eyebrows are curved and the dimples are sweet.

I wove a golden crown out of straw.

The scars of the countryside float on my hair.

Overlap the past dozens in the growing debris.

I just want to sleep with marshmallows and never wake up.

candy

I took the child's candy, and he was very sad.

My candy was also robbed, but I didn't feel anything. ...

He left and never looked for me again.

I pretended to be full, but in fact I was empty.

Other children shared with him, and he smiled.

My candy jelly is in my heart, and deep sleep is his best way.

The child's indifference to me made him find new happiness.

I lost my friend and put out another candle.

Cotton candy

Grinding wheel rotation

Sugar making is not just fine silk.

The sunshine of childhood

The street is noisy.

An old man with gray hair on the corner.

Keep shaking with your hands

A musical instrument wrapped in tin foil.

Sasha vujacic rolled up a lot of unmeltable snow.

Sounds like the spring wind.

I couldn't even walk.

Tongue licking chapped lips.

Look back at my father.

Father stroked my head with his hand.

Unbutton the coat pocket of Zhongshan suit

Take out a dime with a work permit and hand it to the old man.

I eagerly took the marshmallow from the old man.

Jump forward happily.

Father walked behind with a smile on his face.

One Sunday many years later

I take my son to the park.

At the gate of the park

I saw a man shaking an instrument surrounded by iron.

Roll up shiny cotton candy

Spring breeze knows my warmth, summer rain knows my love,

Autumn frost is familiar with my persistence, and winter snow understands my character.