Factories such asbook
Dawn
The sky is slightly bright.
Heaven and earth are quiet.
It's as still as an eggshell.
I'm afraid of disturbing the quiet.
The steps were very light and light.
It's dawning.
The noise is coming.
The bird's cry breaks the eggshell.
The sun is the same as the yolk. Ascended.
Gummies andPuff pastrySugar
The midday sun is like gummies.
Deeply sweet, also sticky to teeth.
I still peel off the beautiful candy wrapper.
After eating two pieces, I was happy to be sweet.
The afternoon sun is like halva.
I ate three pieces of love very quickly.
I saw the pothos that had just been watered.
Stuff the remaining two pieces into the pothos leaves.
Factories such asbook
The factory you are in is like this book.
The cover is an aerial view of the factory.
Cover 2 is a striking safety slogan.
The third seal is a diagram of the production scene everywhere.
The back cover is a branded product that is produced.
The production process is the catalog.
Every employee is an author.
The years go by, and the stars change.
Someone wrote about the ordinary calm.
Someone wrote about the usual peace.
Someone wrote something brilliant.
Someone wrote something wonderful.
Someone wrote an unexpected story.
Someone wrote a surprise chapter.
Factories are like water, and books are like life.
You are silent in the book.
Loved looking at those begonia trees.
Tender stamen discussed carefully".
You have to accept the run and the laughter.
For this reason, there is also more longing and understanding.
You put that little article on yourself.
Written with deep meaning and poetry.
He also wrote a number of classic sentence patterns.
Take a leap
To sprout is to silence the winter of the land.
Strive to leap into green.
The flower bud is the dormant period of a tree.
Strive to leap into color.
To think is to put fragmented feelings.
Strive to leap into thought.
Writing is to bring joy from the bottom of your heart.
The struggle has become brilliant.
Memories are the context of the past.
Strive to become a personal biography.
Harmonica
A building is like a harmonica.
A family is like a certain compartment of a piano.
Someone blew out the joy of the family.
The woman blows out the fragments.
Someone blew out chicken bits and pieces.
Someone blew out the same bed, different dreams.
Someone blew out the quiet of the years.
Someone blew out the reality of stability.
A building is like a harmonica.
A family is like a certain compartment of a piano.
Someone is basking in the sun on a certain grid.
Someone is looking at the night view from a certain grid.
Someone is thinking about someone in a certain grid.
The old man of a certain personality is nostalgic or nostalgic.
A child in a certain class has an endless amount of homework to do.
A husband and wife in a certain grid have endless quarrels.
A certain grid of kinship is mixed with sand and earth.
Piano music wafting out of a certain grid.
It blends with the erhu sound of another grid.
The content of each grid is a firework in the world.
Each grid is an interpretation of a human story.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the lights of each grid are lit up one after another.
The night is dark, and each grid's dream is nearing its end.