Pillow sleeps and wakes up

The sky after the rain is as pure as a white shirt.

The dog lazily folded his eyes on the threshold, met the coming, familiar, and looked up and looked at it; unfamiliar, a few screams, shouted a high voice to the entire village.

The bamboo rafts that lie between the two trees in front of the door, the rain is still there, and the small droplets of goat's milk are scattered in the wind.

The sparrows liked one foot on the wire. In the lake, there was a turtle that looked up at the wet world, a fierce, and returned to the water.

The above scenes were all seen by the rainbow that was once lit by an arch.

After the rain, those scattered piles of Shibuya, and a little soil...

Third grade: Yin Cheng