Qingqing Island Text Bookmark Special Color

There is a bookmark in the thick book, and there are passages that I like so much that I always want to re-read them. On the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the midsummer after the first rice harvest, close your eyes... Turn to the page with the bookmark, and see Kueh and Yuanzihua, Sunshine and Tingzai, and the chair in front of Tingzai , as well as grandma and other grandma. I also smelled the sacrifices and meals, the golden paper and the burning of the Qiniangma Pavilion, the rice in the old electric cooker, and the sea breeze from my hometown that always blows non-stop. Try to go a little further in memory, walk to the end of the road next to my hometown, and see a field, at the end of the field there is always a windmill that keeps turning, and when I see the windmill, I know that there is the sea, and the sunset disappears from there every day. A permanent bookmark for passages I always want to read and reread. Life is a thick book, and it is a classic reading that belongs to oneself. Every time you read it again in a different state of life, you will always have a different understanding. After seeing enough, I went back, turned around and left the path by the edge of the field. On the way, I met my neighbor’s grandmother, who was caught asking questions, and then moved on. I walked past the mulberry tree, the guava tree that I climbed up and down when I was a child, and finally walked into my own pavilion. Stumbled, opened the white iron door, walked through the living room and the middle corridor, finally, finally saw the back of grandma wrestling in the stove. "Grandma!" I always yell. There are always some passages that I want to read and read again. read again. - muffin paper About 5*11 cm