In Xidi, it is not suitable for sleeping late. I climbed up the hill early in the morning, waiting for the sun to pass over the top of the mountain, and strewn with the gray and white walls in the mountains. Xidi It woke up, or it never fell asleep, and the ancient emblem of the millennium continued to glow with vitality, preserving its original appearance, such as dreams, such early morning drunkenness, the most fascinating. On the summer of May, the ripe rapeseed is wrapped in a hard shell, the sun is slightly over the field, and a layer of gold yarn is put on them. The fence next to it was covered with green and green pods, reflecting the quietness of the village, picturesque. When I walked into the painting, it felt warm, light, and cloudy. Since then, a name has been imprinted in my heart.