Calves

I love the green grass on Book Mountain,

Autumn dries up late and spring blooms early,

It is much sweeter and more bitter. less.

I chewed carefully and slowly,

The juice came out, the taste came out,

I chewed so hard that I was fascinated by it, and chewed it so dreamily.

The leaves are tender and tender, and the stems are pretty.

Knowledge is your nourishment,

Wisdom is your embrace.

In order to find you, I am not afraid of the high mountains.

In order to love you, I face the steepness.

I always want to eat more and always want to eat enough. full.