一直坚持着.用铁勺太冰冷;用瓷勺又太脆弱; 一只只木勺,刻出了纹理安然

Persistently. Too cold with an iron spoon; too fragile with a porcelain spoon; wooden spoons with textures engraved on them, engraved with heaven and earth. Just like the happiness lingering in the years, they are not crazy, and they quietly bloom with their hands raised

It's been holding on. Too cold with an iron spoon, too fragile with a porcelain spoon; A wooden spoon, carved out the texture of Enron, carved out the wasteland old. As in the years hidden happiness, not crazy, put your hands into the foot quietly blooming

Always adhere to. Iron spoon is too cold; porcelain spoon is too fragile; a wooden spoon, carved out the texture is safe, engraved the time and earth. Just like the years of happiness, not arrogant, quietly blooming<br>