Ordinary people live ordinary days, and ordinary days are hidden by the old willow branches that pull out new shoots in the depths of the small courtyard and the flowers that float like clouds on the branches of apple trees. A ray of golden light from the setting sun sprinkled on a four-legged pavilion in the southeast corner of the small courtyard. Two brown curly-haired teddy dogs spit out red tongues and circled around their owners. The short lilac bushes that are like a one-meter-high wall stand in rows, like the uncle on crutches in the small courtyard stacking mahjong tiles in his hand every day. The lilacs of this small tree have small flowers, deep purple flowers, strong fragrance, and the flowering period is in June and July.

Walking along the lilac ridge surrounded by low lilacs, through a small path more than two meters wide between the building and the courtyard wall, you will see a square courtyard in front of you, four rectangular flower beds enclosing a large square, and in the middle is a leisure bench like an iron railing. At this moment, the peony flowers in the flower bed sprout twenty centimeters high. The clusters of brown leaf stems set off the spring color, which has a special feeling. The small courtyard used to be known as the peony garden, and there are countless bright flowers. In the past two years, it is no longer like the scene of flowers blooming in the courtyard a few years ago, and some of them are already extinct. When the two old neighbors downstairs moved out, they were inseparable because of their greed for the appearance of peony flowers, and quietly dug up many plants at night. For example, the red peony flower, called Guanqunfang, is in bloom, and the huge flower head sways in the wind, and it looks like a cluster of coral from a distance. I still remember to leave the world with an eternal saying: "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." Yuan Zhen, who loves red peony, once wrote affectionately: "The peony is red and red, and the fence is woven with green locks." The branches are full of gold, and the high flame is the fire. After cutting the clouds, the red frost wrap was opened. Smoke light glazed leaves, wind sub-coral flowers. Exposed to the sluggishness, to the person delicate. The face was drunk and cried, and the little girl sat in makeup. Yanyan brocade is not as good, and every day is not peachable. The eyes are afraid to disperse, and the sorrow will fall in the evening. Who is the root, the appreciation period is in me. Pick the forgiveness and thought, and give away the fruit. "Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi are poetry friends with each other, one of them loves peony flowers and the other is fascinated by plum blossoms. They are unsatisfactory in the workplace, but they have left immortal poems and essays. By the way, there are only a few pale yellow peony flowers left, and the ninety-year-old man who has taken care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard for the past two years said that its name is Xiaoyaochun. When the flowers bloom, the white with yellow petals seems to shine golden in the sun, and the water is as tender as the dissolving moonlight and the light breeze in the night sky. I think Shi Xiangyun's drunken sleep peony is one of the intoxicating scenes in "Dream of Red Mansions". At this time, the old man and his nanny were weeding the edge of the flower bed, and I put the rape and celery in my hand aside, and bent down to help weed. The red light of the setting sun reflects their smiling faces, and at this moment I wish that the years are good with people, and people grow old with the years.

While cooking dinner, I heard the piglet sighing, if the piglet didn't eat every day, then the medicine he took would almost fill his stomach.

The road to seeking medical treatment is rugged and bumpy, and in the past few years, the piglet's body and mind have tasted pain and sadness. He became more and more suspicious, everything must be done by himself, even if it was the matter of pouring a few pills out of the medicine bottle for him, he was afraid that others would give him the wrong medicine with a rough heart. He made a mark on each bottle of medicine and took it himself. His nose and ears are particularly sensitive, and he can accurately distinguish the sound of footsteps in the stairwell. Whenever in the dead of night, I heard the piglets shaking the medicine bottle and pouring the medicine granules into their hands and stuffing them into their mouths, and drinking water with a clatter, one bottle after another of the medicine capsules tossed for a long time, and my mouth was inexplicably bitter. In the first few years, the piglets thought that they had eaten and drunk, and the fat water did not flow to the fields of outsiders. Now, the piglets, who are just over half the year old, have been caught by the disease and put in a cage. Those days of never returning, and the daily carnival of wine as water, finally came at the cost of losing a healthy body. Whining!

I hated Piggy's drunken days so much that I sometimes felt like he was really drunk.

In the middle of the night, I woke up in a dream, dripping in a cold sweat. The piglet was snoring, and although it was a room, it was full of alcohol. Oh! What did I dream about in my dreams? The smell of alcohol wandering around makes you half-unconscious. It must have been the formless, colorless demon that roamed the air that disturbed my sleep and continued to give me palpitations when I woke up. Oh! In my dream, I walked alone in the night, and a small path under my feet was winding. The night was so dark that there was not even a glimmer of light, and it was very quiet. Not far away, if something like a blue phosphorus fire flickered, it couldn't help but make people feel frightened. Suddenly, I felt a figure shaking not far behind me, and my heart suddenly panicked, and my feet quickened. I think that in the middle of the night, the sneaky tailgating behind people is not a robber but also a robber. I ran, and the figure behind me started chasing me. I'm fast and he's fast, I'm slow and he's slow. Oh my God, you're about to catch up with me, and now I'm scared to run forward. In the blink of an eye, a small village appeared in front of me, and a long and narrow alley was deep and long. I ran down the alley in a panic, turned left and right, and when I looked back, the figure was not far behind me. Worried, the distance was getting closer and closer, and I ran forward as hard as I could. Suddenly, the alley came to an end, and it turned out to be a dead end.

Oh! Oh my God, I can't climb over a two-meter-high wall anyway, how can this be good? How is it good?

I was so anxious that I looked around to see if there was anyone or something. Suddenly, I found a house on the left hand side of the alley, and the gate that was not completely closed was half-hidden with a path into the courtyard. I heard a whoosh, and a big black-backed wolfdog came out, oops, oh my God, I ran away. I turned and ran out, and with a hand, I closed the door. The black-backed man arched the door out of the yard, what could he do? There are vicious dogs blocking the way in front, and dark shadows chasing after them, what can I do? At this moment, I began to cry helplessly, tears could not stop falling, and the more I was afraid, the more I couldn't stop crying. Suddenly, I found a large water tank more than one person high next to the gate. I jumped into the water tank in a hurry, and I half-jumped into the water tank, reached out and pulled the wooden lid on it, thinking to myself, this time it was safe. Well? No, how can there be half a tank of water here? Well? Isn't this water? Why does it smell so big? Oh my God, this is a wine vat? I was soaked in wine, Kaoru drunk me, Kaoru blinded me, and when it was over, I began to struggle desperately again, but my legs were so drunk that I couldn't move------

Suddenly woke up in a dream, raised his right hand tremblingly, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and felt sleepless. At this time, it was very quiet outside the window, and the moonlight shone with a cold silver glow, shooting like a branch of cold scissors, which made me shiver.

Staring straight at the ceiling, until the eastern sky floated white.

After eating breakfast in a hurry, I was listless, and at this time, I couldn't lift my energy to work, and I didn't feel sleepy lying on the table. I thought, maybe it was me last night, I was too tired.

"Didn't sleep well? My dear. Boss Lan walked in from outside the door and said, "Your face looks a little pale. ”

"Oh, nothing, I haven't had any nightmares either." I say.

Today, as usual, she was dressed in colorful and fancy clothes, like a flower butterfly flying in. I always felt that her aesthetic views were too different from other women's. These bells and whistles are worn by the aunt who dances the square dance, how can a woman in her early forties dress all day long.

"You're like a butterfly flying into my window." I said, "There's a lyric that says that." ”

"Hahaha, am I dressed so pretty? My dear. She excitedly spun around in front of me and said, "Actually, I don't know how to dress to look pretty."

She laughed, her voice as pleasant as a bell ringing. At this moment, I looked down and rubbed my fingernails, not looking up to meet her gaze. I think that praising her for being beautiful, regardless of whether she is really beautiful or not, just say that at this time, her joy is like a spring breeze outside. I suddenly found that it was indeed at a certain moment that Boss Lan turned around and spoke in a tone or with a smile, and there were many similarities with the host I often watched on TV.

"Then I'll wear it like this every day from now on, ha~" While laughing, he said, and pinched herself in the mirror a few times, at this moment, her eyes flashed, and the corners of her mouth hung with a sweet smile.

Oh! I took a sip of water, and the corners of my mouth turned upwards with her. I am very grateful to her for this short ten minutes of fun to drive away my tiredness.

At this moment, I was looking at her in a daze as she looked at her in the mirror with red makeup, and she suddenly said, "I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow to deal with some things, and I'll stay for a few days." Looking for my mother for the rest, nothing happened, so I left first. "Before I could speak, the man was gone. Sometimes, she is like a gust of wind, blowing in, and when you are just ready to meet this gust of wind, the wind blows, and the wind passes, leaving you standing alone in place, stunned for a long time without reversing.

At this point, it's almost time to get off work, and everyone is packing their things. Outside the window, the twilight sun casts a layer of gold on everything in this time period, extremely dazzling, extremely beautiful.