I met a strong opponent
because of my 'mugwort’s song writing on Newspaper that says I have good taste
in mugwort tea and footbath is good. The reader drinks the boiled red stalks of
dried wormwood in the shade. Her husband runs in the forest to enjoy air with a
naked body instead of a footbath I enjoy.
At the entrance surrounded by
giant trees, the reader's husband who sat on a tractor wearing a camouflage
uniform greeted us. His eyes shone sharply underneath his thick eyebrows. His
solid figure, I was wondering if he was once a movie star. We went into the
forest, shaking for a while in a cart hanging behind the tractor. A wide-open
space with sculptures scattered all over the place. The readers like one of the
sculptures welcomed us. My husband and I vacantly dumbfounded.
The reader is six years older
than me, but she has a lot of hair and her skin is resilient enough to
misunderstand that she was mistaken for Botox. Is it the difference between a
fish living in ditch and a fish living in an ocean? Unlike us who live in a
busy metropolis, they are natural people who grow vegetables without pollution
in clear air and walk through dense forests. Living in a mobile house without
electricity, using sunlight and lighting candles without a refrigerator!
I have never heard have true
and humorous stories while eating lunch. How could this be happen? Was this
really happening? I think it would be good to make it into a movie.
In the thick forest where the
deer suddenly appeared and disappeared, we sat on the cart and smashing our
buttocks and flapping our whole body on the cart we came back home. We were
skipping dinner and falling asleep. I woke up at dawn. Was it taking on clean
air? I wasn’t hungry at all. I poured water on steamed rice slowly appreciate
the taste of all kinds of pickles that she wrapped. Remembering the image of
the reader’s couple.
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