A Handbook of Happiness for Small Farmers

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Some people say that marriage is the tomb of love.

But when I step into the grave without love, what do I need to bury?
In summer and May, the scorching sun shines in the sky and sprinkles the land with golden light. The light shines through the branches and leaves of cypress trees on both sides of the road, and the light is finely mottled all over the place.

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