The night before yesterday, she went shopping with her sister to the bakery, and watched the counter full of Ogurts, she said she wanted to eat, so she bought a pumpkin to make her a omelet, a soft pumpkin omelet, which needed butter or olive oil in order to be soft and tasteful, to add pumpkins, raisins and cranberry drys, and walnuts together, and to cut the slices and see the colours of gold, which are so beautiful, and we all love the softness of Park's mouth。
Remember, when I was a child at my grandmother's house, every night in the summer, I sat at the door with small benches and counted the stars shining in front of the door. The summer night was always so intoxicating and dark, filled with bright stars. A round of moon highs hanging in the air, light as thin veils, floating. The wind of summer nights is exciting, and Seo-suk is fresh and cool. Frogs hiding in the grass are also starting to go wild, and “scrambling” and “scrambling” and “scrambling” on the trunk do not lose. The summer nights of childhood always make me particularly miss, and the stars of summer nights are all the more important. Seeing the Starbread Square, He can't help but do it. Master Van Gogh can make the world name "Star and Moon Night" by drawing a pen, and then we'll rub the stars in our bread. Let's create the star sky that belongs to you
