The picture speaks. The path of the village, the tin house, the canal running on the opposite side of the yard and a gentle sunset. How can you live without liking the village?
I had a small dream, there will be a house with two floors of tin, there will be a chicken farm on one side of the yard, and there will be small vegetable trees on the other side of the yard. And there will be a few trees along the wall of the house, I will have a house on the side of the road inside the village. This house is the reality of my dream, just like the description of my dream in paint.