I remember one winter, I went to the rice field to cut rice. One day, when it was snowing and everyone else was playing cards indoors, I went to read in the straw pile. It is quiet, covered with straw, leaving a gap, so that I can enjoy the stories in the book and give me another paradise that is good for me. That's true. In the cold of my stepmother, the love in the book is enough to warm my little girl's body, and the positive energy it gives me can walk the road ahead calmly and calmly. I don't believe that fate is tragic and ravages my life. I like to be alone with nature, and I can think clearly about what I want when I come to this world. In fact, it is very simple, that is, to enjoy the beautiful world I hope in a quiet room.