Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 86 (Reading Father)
When I was little,
Happiness is the sauce you make,
From a midsummer afternoon,

Eat until winter mornings.
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Later,
Happiness is a dim light in the morning
your long shadow,

Shaking in the kitchen.
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after that,
Happiness is the inspection report of the hospital,
medicine in a bottle,
no longer decrease.
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And now,
Happiness is the grass beside your grave,
There is a fool,
Sitting and smiling at you.

(End of this chapter)