The last few days I went to my village home.
At that time my son was overjoyed to find an open environment in his grandfather's house.
The two brothers and sisters were engrossed in various sports.
At one point they started playing with the chairs.
My son and daughter were sitting in the yard in the sweet morning sun.
Seeing the shadows of the chairs in the sun, my son said to his sister, look sister! I can see more chairs on the ground.
We were listening to these innocent, simple stories of children from behind.
Children should never underestimate the importance of this joy. Otherwise, our own soul will die. And when the soul dies, people forget to dream. And without dreams man can never survive.