In the autumn harvest season in the countryside, there are yellow, orange and orange everywhere, and there are few other crops in my hometown except corn and soybeans, but there will be special natural gifts.

My mother's favorite thing to do was to cut beans while picking up ripe fragrant bubbles and golden "little melons", to be exact, I don't know what their scientific names are, but in short, they are two edible plant fruits that grow in the wild.

I probably ate too much when I was a child, so when I was a little older, I had an instinctive resistance to things like melons, and for a long time, I didn't eat some melons or anything I bought at home, and even smelled the smell for a while.

Then, I think it was in college life, and I liked eating melon again, and I thought it was delicious, so I didn't know exactly what I was, whether I liked it or not.

I went out to get the express this afternoon, I wanted to buy some fruit, I wanted to buy some bananas or something, but the bananas in the fruit store were sold out, so I had to buy something else, I took a fancy to a melon, asked the price casually, and picked a small one, but the scale weighed two pounds, it seems that I don't often touch the scales, and now the grasp of the weight is not accurate at all.

But I still bought it back, and I ate a little too much alone, so I was going to eat it twice, I don't know why, I always felt weird, probably because of a prickly feeling on my tongue, which seemed to be really not suitable for eating.

For the melon, I was originally respectful, but then I came into contact with it, and then I often ate it, but now I eat it by chance, but I feel that the taste is not right, I don't know if the melon is different, or I became too fast.

At 22:30, when I should have been sleeping, I wrote something here, recorded my life, and after confirming that I was sick, I would occasionally think about it, so the best thing is to be able to write something quietly, but there is a state that is hard to find, that is, the kind of eruptive writing, like a spring.

Good night!

"One day at a time" my melon is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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