C203 Fried Steamed Bread

Was it a dream in the deep mountains, somewhere on the loess, father? The two of them were harvesting rice in the fields, and the golden grain showed the heat. The person on the tree also became hoarse after knowing the heat. Every night, he would casually yell once and would no longer be willing to see it. The old yellow dog at the side of the road had already dragged his tongue to the ground