PERSIMMON
I am a persimmon, I come from the great mountains, the life-and-death love of leftover women,
My appearance is very simple. Super pickled vegetable with the seventh - pickled vegetable fart -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Column: Fairy tale Added time: February 8, 2011, 13:53:32 Source: admin Clicks: 756 Ever since the pickled vegetable had this smelly skill, the pickled vegetable dreamed that one day the rose would also meet trouble and ask him. One day, he suddenly thought of his own stinky look, even if he became a superman, what impression would the rose have when she saw him, so he was very troubled. Originally, the pickled vegetable's skill was not as convenient as weasel farting. And, or what I personally experienced N kinds of men, or rather, it was very rustic,
Due to the overly quiet and closed environment in which I grew up,
So
All of my qualities are unremarkable.
I have no edges or corners, fortune-telling, and nothing extraordinary.
When others step on me,
Either I feel nothing,
Or I fall apart into a puddle of mud.
Regarding cunning, dominance, and scheming,
I have absolutely no ability to resist.
So,
I fear being dragged into competition by others.
Since the great mountains have nurtured me,
Then don't push me into the city.
I grew up in tranquility,
Let me perish in peace without contention.
In the swirling dust of the city,
The colorful and dazzling world makes me lose myself.
Life in the city is too difficult.
Mother, I want to return to the great mountains.
Father, teach me how to plow and farm.
God, why could my ancestors live that way,
But I cannot return to the past?