After a night of moderate rain last night, the hot summer ushered in the long-lost coolness in the morning.

At this time, the cool morning breeze blows along the green path, admires the soft body of the willow trees fluttering in the wind, and listens to the crisp song of the birds in the depths of the green waves with the sound of the wind.

Time sometimes makes people feel dazed and in a trance, so dazed that they are already old before they feel old, and they are in a trance so much that they rush by without appreciating so many beautiful scenery. The wheel of time does not stop day and night, carrying us all the way forward. I hope that in the days of our lives, joy will gently wipe away the imprint left by sorrow with a pair of invisible hands, and may our spirit always shine with the light of youth, tirelessly rushing forward.

In the past few days, peaches and melons have appeared in the small market in front of and behind their feet. At this point, I was thinking about going to the market to buy some fruit before going to work.

In the past, when I bought melons, I would pick a lot of land and buy it smoothly, and the melon dealer asked me: Do you want to buy beautiful land or delicious land? I said of course I want to buy nice land. Then I heard the melon dealer say: The melons you picked are very beautiful. After I bought it back home, I was scolded by my mother, all of which were raw melons. Although I don't pick the bright and big ones when I buy melons now, I also pick a few beautiful shapes. Gradually, I found that the raw melons in my mother's mouth were also sweetened one by one, and they were not the same as before. At that time, my mother always said, "It's better to eat the melon you buy than to eat a cucumber." "Are you going to eat cucumbers?" I replied to my mother's words. She laughed and nibbled on the raw melon I bought. Yes, the melons that weren't sweet before are now all sweet, and they're still very sweet.

While walking on the sidewalk on the side of the road, I watched the elm money fly against the wind as lightly as a snowflake when it was blown off by the wind. The small dots are like autumn leaves, spinning and drawing circles in the air, just like a little elf, you are not smart, who is still smart, you are not chic, who is still chic.

At this time, his eyes followed the elm money and fell on the yellow thorn roses with nearly round or oval opposite leaves growing in the isolation zone.

The goose-yellow flowers have five single petals, and when viewed from a distance, the golden color of the tree is very dazzling. I heard that Huang Tingmei and Yueji are cousins, and if they are married together, the survival rate will be very high.

Yueji is the queen of flowers, beautiful and colorful, my mother only planted one kind of flower by birth, that is, Yueji. Moreover, the moon flower head she planted is very large, and it is really gorgeous and colorful. She didn't even look at the ordinary nameless little flower, as if she couldn't get into her eyes.

I also like the four seasons of the moon season to be open and colorful, but I can't raise the moon season well, and I think it is simply a medicine jar, and I will get sick if I don't take medicine for three days.

Oh, maybe I won't take care of it. Speaking of raising flowers for so many years, I began to learn to raise flowers with my mother when I was in elementary school. After so many years, I can't compare to the flowers that my mother maintains, especially in that month. Regardless of the quality of ordinary flowers, I have served them very well, but this month, I can't remember how many times I have bled just by its thorns. I think that although the moon season is beautiful, it is amazing. Could it be that one flower is one world, and one flower recognizes one person?

At this moment, the elm money was blown to my shoulders by the wind, and with the fragrance of an elm tree, it instantly fell on the petals of the yellow thorn plum. I wondered, since the moon and the yellow thorn rose are cousins, if the yellow thorn rose bush is grafted on the tall branches of the yellow thorn bush, what will be the beauty of the flowering? I'm fascinated to think about it.

Whenever I see the yellow thorn rose blooming on the street, I will think of its cousin Yueji, and then unconsciously think of my mother, who loves Yueji flowers the most, and my heart will be sour.

It's been more than a year since my mom left, and she left us at the beginning of spring. I remember that in the last winter of her life, the three moonflowers she planted bloomed in the face of the heavy snow, red as coals.

On that day, she called me several times to see how beautiful the flowers were! I stepped on the snow that was almost no longer my neck to see the flowers, and that day, I had to take a pot away, and no matter what I said, she didn't give it to me. I know that she is not reluctant to give me Yueji flowers, but she knows that I can't fiddle with Yueji so well.

Growing up, I never heard or saw her finger pierced. If you are born with a natal flower that follows you, I think that Yueji must follow her. I don't know how to describe her beauty, that innate beauty, like a guqin carved from a pale cyan jade, intertwined with the moonlight.

When I was a child, I only knew that my mother was very powerful, and her temper was on fire.

She always picked up the broom pimple and waited for me and my sister's ass to circle at every turn, and then we both had to sit on the pit for a while and half-pouted. How can you have the heart to see if she is good-looking or not? As soon as my third aunt, who only knew her best friend, came to the house, in front of me and my sister, she said a few words directly to my mother that I still can't let go: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at your two daughters, they are as ugly as monkeys compared to you, why have they grown uglier and uglier in recent years~"

Hahaha~ Immediately after a meal with my mother, I was standing at the table with my sister, and I was so embarrassed.

But I didn't know how to be angry at that time, anyway, now that I think about it, I don't seem to have really gone to my heart during the day, but at night I dreamed that I was muttering endlessly to my third aunt.

After my third aunt left, I lay on the fire pit and tossed and turned over and over when I couldn't sleep. I thought to myself, the life of the third aunt is not much better than that of our family, it is not that she has given birth to a lot of children, and it is a problem to eat every day, and she can't lose weight. If you forget to hold a big stone, you will definitely be blown away by the wind. There is still time for the daughters of the east family to be ugly, and the girls of the west family to be handsome?

Hum! Anyway, everything is my own good, let's see, the baby old girl of the big beauty in the eyes of the third aunt, in my opinion, there are many small black spots on her red face, and at first glance it looks like a hawthorn ball!

Hum! The time is wasted to idleness, and it is better to go home and pick up the days when you find your own home, which can be regarded as decent.

The third aunt has nothing to say about us except for the ugly words that I and my sister are ugly. I know that the smaller the place, the more straightforward everything will be. My mother was an old girl in the family who got married very late, and in those days, she was about to be thirty years old and had not yet married, and ten miles and eight villages became daily news. In today's terms, she has already become an older leftover girl, and only one is here, and the third is lowering her standards. There are still many relatives in the family, after tea and dinner, what do you say, what do you say? No wonder I've heard my mother say that she wants to hide herself every day, hehe, who is it, I guess it's all one idea.

The third aunt married early, and my mother was more than ten years younger than my uncle, so of course, the third aunt became half of my mother's mother, and the relationship between them was very deep.

Isn't it, the marriage with my dad was made up by the third aunt as a matchmaker. Perhaps marriage is sometimes more like a narrow and narrow passage, along which two people keep going, or it is more appropriate to be accompanied. In my opinion, marriage is more like a process, to put it mildly, but whoever has the highest income has the most temper, and whoever is in charge of the house has the final say. At this point, forgive me for my vulgar understanding, I'm a little vulgar.

My arrogant mother is like her favorite moon flower, a thorn in her body. Come to think of it, most beauties have a hot temper, just like the moon season or the thorns of the rose, which is not easy to mess with. It's just a monkey tail and a chicken head, a fiery temper and a cockfighting mouth. From the quarrels she had been fighting for half her life, it seemed that my mother had never been optimistic about my father. I heard my mom say that if you rank them up by generation, my dad has to call my mom grandma. The first time we met, my dad brought a basket of big chili peppers from his home as a gift to my grandmother, whom I hadn't met for a long time.

My mom said she saw my dad as soon as he entered the door and immediately hid in the wooden shed and wouldn't come out. Even so, it didn't stop the surging fate. Soon, under the persuasion of the third aunt, they tied the knot.

At this moment, the warm wind rustled the elm money on the ground. The sound of fruit vendors coming from the small market disrupted his thoughts. I bought a few melons and peaches and stepped up to the company. Cuckoo had to rush to the office from her mother's suburb this morning, and I had to go early for a few hours.

As I expected, Cuckoo arrived half an hour late. A chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand walked in, this is really going back to my parents' house.

At this moment, after changing into work clothes, she patted her bulging belly at me, and made sure that she had eaten another belly of old hens, and the lunch box also brought me a full board.

At this time, I was looking down and busy recording bills into the computer, Du Juan patted my shoulder, pointed to Sister Yan, who was sitting there with her left hand in a daze, and gestured with her hand, so what does it mean that she wilted? I winked at the cuckoo and asked her to ask. It's strange to be with Sister Yan for so long, she tells Du Juan everything, I can't ask. When I came in the morning, I saw that her eyes were red, and it seemed that she had cried. She deliberately avoided my gaze, and I had to swallow back the words that came to my lips.

The cuckoo groaned for a long time, and at this time, I saw her clapping her stomach with both hands, making a snapping sound, and walked over to Sister Yan. I guess that this action of the cuckoo must have been learned from her father when she went back to her parents' house yesterday.

At this point, I walked over to the water cooler and filled my teacup with some hot water, wanting to hear what they were talking about. However, the ACCCI called and asked me to go to another company in the building that I cooperated with in business to settle the accounts for the previous month.