Second, he knows nothing about how to create a home in the future world created by everyone. His tireless commitment and sharing turned his small town life rooted in every cell into a calendar and his repeated description. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Third, everything has a hometown, and all living beings have stories. Hope and sadness are both light, and one day, we will meet again. If you have time to open it, please give me a chance to spend quiet reading time with you. For our humble self, for the sadness and hope we met, for those who left us, for those who accompanied us, and for the mountains and seas in everyone's heart. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Fourth, the endless ears of rice are swaying, like the dazzling shawl of this land. Leading a small piece of early-cut rice field is like a smoke hole burned on the sofa. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
In most people's minds, hometown will become a point in the future, just like an island that has never changed. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Sixth, if the other party gives a negative answer, his heart can be quiet for a long time. Perhaps it is reluctant, like countless sleeping volcanoes in the island country. Love and longing shrink under the cloak and beat slowly. They're not dead, but they won't do it again. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
7. When Cheng Shuang left, the spring breeze passed through Yunbian Town, and petals fluttered, as if happiness really existed. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Eight, the comfortable relationship between people is that you can talk all the time or at any time. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Nine, between the shadows, a mirror flashes. There are many people here, and it is quiet and peaceful there. Every tree, every wind, holding the pale moonlight, serenades all over Shan Ye. There is a huge emerald around the waist of the mountain, bright in water, piece by piece, carefully laid into a spindle shape, like an hourglass of moonlight. Blue ink can still see the shadow of the mountain peak in the middle of the night, as if it had solidified year after year. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Ten, the edge of the cloud is golden yellow, the sky is getting brighter, the sunrise rises from the edge of the cloud, the glow spreads silently, and the billowing sea of clouds seems to be at your feet. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
There is a canteen near the cloud, with years and sunset piled on the bookshelf and mountains behind it. The old man pretended to be asleep on the couch, and the child stole a piece of candy. When will the tears fall, and where will the birds go? People gather and disperse, and clouds come and go. A storyteller always has a story he doesn't want to tell. Time flies and whispers turn into paper. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Twelve, the dream town, it rained, blossomed, windy, frosted, and even raised the aroma of baked sweet potatoes. Everyone can hear people laughing and laughing in every corner. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Thirteen, I am used to waiting, and I am still sad when I can't wait. That kind of sadness is called disappointment in the book. It was not until he grew up that he realized that there was more sadness called despair. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"
Fourteen, this side of the mountain is Liu XIII's childhood, and the other side of the mountain is grandma's sea. The mountain breeze is slight, like a wave swaying in the moonlight, gentle and soft, staying behind time and becoming a story I heard when I was a child. This is the mountain and sea where he once met day and night. In a distant city and a strange place, there are mountains and seas that he has never seen before. -Zhang Jiajia's "There is a canteen by the cloud"