A glass of water in the morning has been brewed on the edge of the table, while looking at the light has already been cooked in the cooking stoves. The sweet fragrance from a distance has incubated on the kitchen ceiling, I inhaled it from a distance, because for so long catching the same smoke that is emitted from the wicks of tasteless life is like enjoying a spoonful of sweet sugar and it is very clearly depicted on the faces of sooty cauldrons. . There they prepare everything, all breakfast everyone who comes to a side to take a side dish and a piece of cake and a glass of sweet tea in the morning.
The dining table is a silent altar behind a hungry stomach, where everyone on it speaks the language of gratitude and wants to enjoy it. But this table is still empty, without food and also someone to accompany me to say will you feed me !! this is not a plate of wisdom that is simply ready to be eaten. The food is an offering from the farmers for familiar dishes, they with all their efforts, collaborate, compete to fill the farmers' energy to continue working to cultivate the land of heaven for dishes. Like the sounding fields and and everyone.
Then I saw a window that briefly had the light of an inner summons, opened the door, looked at from a distance the blue color and several children were enjoying the silence of the water that was not noisy and the crystal clear that melted. Ahhhhh, it's a swimming pool with a few small children engrossed in their world. I glanced again next to the rows of chairs, what's this? if it were the seats in government, surely everyone would be fighting over.