"The snow is too late in spring, so I wear the garden trees to make flying flowers."

A spring snow after the year fell in a hurry. A thick layer of snowflakes hangs from the lilac trees that line the streets. When the wind is not in the cold, it blows all the way from the east to the west, and the soft snowflakes fall under the trees like falling petals. It seems to be a landscape painting with a stroke of danqing, ink and wash for many years.

Winter comes to spring, and the years are rushing.

Spring is the pot of nine-mile incense in full bloom on the windowsill yesterday, the fragrant wind is rising, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Spring, the smiling face of a child who has grown a year older, is still imprinted on the crystal clear glass vase on the desk.

In the morning, I deliberately went out early and went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of white lilies. At this moment, the flowers are born at the top of the peduncle, and the lilies shaped like small trumpets release bursts of fragrance.

Dali, who likes to hide in the emerald color of the big tree, is wearing a velvety dark green, brand new cashmere sweater wiping the table, and Sister Yan's clothes are as red as the red lanterns hanging high on Chinese New Year's Eve.

At this time, I lowered my head and dusted off the faint sky blue shirt on my body, thinking to myself, should I wear a big yellow sweater and cooperate with the two of them, and become the most eye-catching set of traffic lights on the road?

Suddenly, the firecrackers on the outdoor small square rang out, and at the beginning of the new year, the merchants should use the warmest firecrackers to usher in a good omen of the year.

Through the glass window, you can see Sha Chenbao and Ma Feng standing in the small square, at this moment, the smoke of firecrackers after the crackling mountain swept towards them, they covered their mouths with their hands and turned around, but they couldn't hide the good mood of looking forward to the future, as if they were laughing or something.

At this moment, the scene of the start of work is engraved in my memory, and I may sigh somewhere many years from now, telling my friends about the lively scene in front of me.

After a while, with the smell of gunsmoke, Sha Chenbao, who had a short meeting for everyone sitting around, was wearing the old cotton clip in yellow sand, and his face was full of exhaustion. He drove back from Inner Mongolia overnight yesterday, Ma Feng said.

Ma Feng, who especially likes to tie a green head flower, wears a small pink cotton jacket, and a brand-new pendant appears under the gold necklace around his neck, which is a pendant in the shape of a flower bud that looks very large, and feels like the golden light is scurrying in the sun, so that people can't open their eyes.

At the beginning of the year, the work at hand is not heavy. In the afternoon, Sha Chenbao and Ma Feng went home to rest, and when Sha Chenbao had lunch, his eyes couldn't be opened, and hunger and sleepiness started a duel to the death in his body.

The ambiguous sunshine sprinkled on the body is very pleasant. Da Li sat next to her and said her New Year's jokes with a smile, and Sister Yan held a brush in her hand to brush off the hairballs stuck to the red velvet coat.

At this time, the eldest aunt followed the security guard with a cucumber in her mouth, wandering around the corridor from house to house, calling the digestion god in her own words. Everyone whispered behind their backs that the eldest aunt was acting as a bodyguard for the security guards standing in front.

A gust of wind rushed into the store, bringing in a burst of cucumber fragrance, and suddenly smelled very good, probably because I was tired of eating big fish and meat every day during the New Year.

Dahlia muttered two cups of milk tea to herself, and it seemed that she was still unsatisfied.

Looking at her foodie look, suddenly, I remembered the old girl who drank endless cups of coffee on the left and right. When the New Year's bell rang, she sent me a "tirade" of at least 300 words, as long as a love letter. Moved, sighed at the old girl's good writing.

When we are in an embarrassing age when we are busy with work on one side, pots and pans on the other, and there are elderly people and children to take care of, it is really precious to have time to learn some knowledge.

At this time, Sister Yan, who sat down, chatted with Dali.

years, generously presented her with a thick swimming ring hanging around her waist. Why does she always like to wear knitted fleece, perhaps, fat or thin is the best answer.

"Sister Yan, you can't walk when you're fat." I say.

"Uh-huh. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, after the second day of the second month, I began to lose weight. "At that point, if you don't reduce it, you won't be able to." Hahaha, she laughed.

As he was talking, Yu Niannian's figure swam silently past the door of the store, and after a while, he fell back and stood in the corridor outside the door to greet Sister Yan.

"Let her come in and talk." I told Sister Yan.

After greeting each other, I poured Yu Niannian a cup of jasmine tea. She excused herself and said she was not thirsty and did not drink tea. I motioned for Dahlia to make her a cup of milk tea, and she smiled and held it in her hand and drank it.

Ay! Women just love sweets and drink very sweet drinks, if I hadn't eaten too much sugar when I was a child, so that my teeth were stuck alive with sugar, I wouldn't have blindly poured tea now.

"You're fat, Lao Yu." I say.

She giggled, her pink velvet garment sparkling in the sunlight. At this moment, she was like a pink rose, standing enchantingly on the spiky branches, swaying in the wind.

"What did you eat for the New Year, tell me what your family made for Chinese New Year's Eve?" I've got to compare, what else am I not eating? Dahlia was about to count on her fingers, when she pulled over a chair and approached her.

Inadvertently, Yu Niannian put away the smile on her face, and then immediately rearranged the smile on her face, saying that she went to her sister's house for a big meal in the third year of junior high school: ginseng wonton chicken', salmon, steamed crab and prawns. Roast duck, pork knuckles, lamb chops, sauced beef, home-cooked cold dishes, pot-wrapped meat, shredded and beautiful bean paste. At this moment, Dalia's fingers were obviously not enough, and she bent her crescent-like eyes, as if all the delicacies were vividly in her mind, and they were being brought to the table one by one, waiting for her to taste.

"Your sister has good cooking skills, and you are also very fond of it." I say.

Just as we were chatting, Yu Niannian's mobile phone rang, and it seemed to be the sound of her boss coming to pick her up and go back to dinner earlier. She followed the phone and waved out to us, and I looked up at the quartz clock on the wall, the hour hand pointing 60 degrees east of north, and the minute hand pointing due north.

"She eats so well at her sister's house, she has to eat better on Chinese New Year's Eve, right?" Dali asked Sister Yan.

"She's alone." Sister Yan said in a low voice.

"That, that, that's not the same family that picked him up?" Dahlia said in surprise.

"I said hello to Sha Chenbao in the morning, I have to leave early. There is a drinking party at home. Sister Yan said.

"You're hungry enough. During the Chinese New Year, the big fish and meat haven't filled your stomach with greasy taste? I said.

"During the Chinese New Year, I didn't want to buy salmon, crabs and prawns. The price is too expensive, compared to our salary. Dahlia said.

"If you give, you will reap. Now that you've eaten all the delicious food, will you still want to eat something when you're old? I said.

"Then why don't you say that when she is old, she still wants to eat?" Dahlia pouted.

"Alas! You don't know her story. "I said." When I first met Yu Niannian, I heard her say that she loved crabs the most, and she also hated pickles and bud rice stubble porridge. Once, I ate bud rice stubble porridge with the cuckoo and bought a bowl for her next to her, and she said that she had sworn that she would rather starve to death than drink a mouthful of bud rice stubble porridge! It's not that the bud rice stubble porridge once gave her away?

In her eyes, bud rice stubble porridge does not just refer to bud rice stubble porridge, but the passage of time, which has left her with heavy scars. When your family gathers around a table to eat dumplings, and the Chinese New Year's Eve firecrackers sound to raise a glass, she will pull up a large quilt over her head and force herself to sleep until dawn, which is not experienced by anyone who has never experienced it. Although she eats fragrant and spicy food at the moment. ”

"Alas, I said Dali, it's not too early, you pack up, pack up and go home first." I say.

"It's okay to go home anyway, I'll eat as soon as I enter the door, and I'll go with you." Dahlia, this little attendant said.

At this moment, I looked down in the drawer and handed Dahlia a bunch of snacks that I bought in groups of squirrels that were fond of eating in groups. Oh, looking at the naughty Dahlia who eats happily, I feel that I always unconsciously put a bunch of foodie friends on the table, and one can eat more than the other.

Outside the window of the corridor, a ray of afterglow from the west shines on the glass curtain wall of the tall building diagonally opposite, and a ray of light refracted hits the flower bed in the small square. The small flowerbed covered with snow, with a black edge rolled up from the outermost edge, gradually revealed the soil, sprouting a very familiar feeling. Clearly, spring has been coming for many days.

Time is easy to cross, and most of the month has passed in a twist of your fingers.

Early in the morning, Boss Lan, who was full of spring breeze, came to the store, and Sha Chenbao happened to be there. She looked much better and didn't always cough. Perhaps in the eyes of a layman, some diseases have a lot to do with the seasons.

"You look like you're recovering well, big sister." I quickly got up and poured her a cup of hot water.

"Thank you, dear! I think so. She burst out laughing.

"Eldest sister, I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, and when I came back, I was renovating the machines in the factory, and I was busy at this time. I've been thinking about it for days, and I'm going to see you at your house. You're here, you're good! Sha Chenbao said.

"It's good, the family can't hold back a big living person, taking advantage of the good spring, I came out to inspect the market to see if I can get some new projects. You're busy, brother, I'll go elsewhere. Boss Lan walked out of the store after speaking.

After hearing this, Sha Chenbao was stunned, and his eyes rolled for a long time, as if he didn't understand.