Chapter 12 my annual rings

And Qiu is still sleeping soundly in the womb of July, The homecoming boat still dreams in the bay of Seattle, American wife newly trimmed beard on the grass, Still stands a tree full of Newton apple tree, one Washington's cherries. Then I found myself standing too long, It is also a precocious fruit tree, And the things that weigh me down are all on the verge of falling Harvest you. Even in the fertile soil of Iowa can't eat a flower The Weiwei of Shouyang Mountain.I can't transplant horizontally, unable to uproot From your eyelashes, eye banks.