The sweet and beautiful little crocheted mushrooms take you back to the time when the little girl sa

"The little girl picking mushrooms carries a big bamboo basket on her back and walks through the forests and hills with her bare feet in the early morning." If you don't have contact with children, if you don't have children, you will rarely have the opportunity to sing this song again. Do everything well. When I was crocheting little mushrooms with wool, I felt a little sad about the memories. I thought about my childhood when I sang this song, and the happy and carefree years I spent at my grandma’s house in the countryside. Of course, there were also times when I actually carried a small basket to pick mushrooms. It was just for playing house. Grandma said they were poisonous and should not be eaten. Every one of those mushrooms was so beautiful. They were more colorful than the mushrooms I crocheted with wool. Those who knew it would naturally understand. The brightly colored mushrooms are more poisonous. At that time, they were just used as knives for fun and had no intention of eating them.