In the screams of the summer, our memories are hidden

Text | April Lily

-The book and signing author-

The solar terms have already entered autumn. The cricket outside the window still kept calling.

In the long summer, whether in the morning, noon, dusk, quiet night, whether I fall asleep or wakes up, I love their pleasing calls.

I don't feel annoying, I don't feel enough.

When I was a kid, I heard the barking, always mysterious and curious, bent down, lowered my head, and pulled the waves of flowers and plants slowly, hoping to catch them.

Now listening to this pleasant barking, walking and stopping, I am not willing to disturb them. In the world of ordinary people, I can get a few barks, and my heart is peaceful.

A few years ago in autumn, accompanied her mother to return to my hometown in the country. When I left, the cousin in her seventy -year -old gave her mother a cricket.

The small cage of the grass is green, exquisite, small, and the mother is so rare when they come.

When I went home, I was okay. Keep listening, keep looking at, between words, all of which are her young age.

A small child cannot be comparable to any gift, but it evokes the mother's good memory of childhood.

The years of life are different, and the pursuit of life is different, but in the process of everyone growing up, the childlike innocence is indispensable.

Even though they rolled around for decades, when they met again, they were like snow and frost. But the mutual knowledge from the bottom of the heart will never discard.

Therefore, life is not only a stubble chai oil and salt, but life also contains a bark one after another.

Three years ago, I lived in the city, the street view of the park, flowers and green plants everywhere, but there were few butterflies flying, and it was difficult to have birds. From morning to night, the sound of the car is full of voices.

Since moving his home to the suburbs, staying away from the hustle and bustle, and returning to the tranquility and beauty of the mountains and villages. At night, the moon was looking at the stars, and the water was beautiful during the day.

Through the strong branches and crops, listening to the cry of the wind. I feel that the enjoyment of life seems to have risen to the peak, and the kind of comfort makes my mood beautiful.

Therefore, when sitting alone, all kinds of memories will frequently come to mind.

I want my hometown, I want the old house, and I want my father to serve the small vegetable garden in front of the door.

Bamboo fences, short fences, wild lilies of various colors on the wall.

A handful of coriander, tender onion, a few peppers, cucumbers, and three or five red and green tomatoes and eggplant.

Fresh vegetables, wash in water. The simple food, the simple people, sounded at the dining table every day, the laughter that the family couldn't hide.

Every day, we go out, happy and willful.

The only way to make people feel that every day I hope that I will grow up quickly, and I hope that they will fly out of the eyes of their parents and break away from the restraint of their love.

Unfortunately, later, we walked a lot and many twists and turns, and we knew that it was the easiest thing to grow up in life.

The time of adults is full of too much body.

Don't want to pick flowers, nor don't you want to touch the fish in the water anymore. A few words of leisureness seem to be hung on the walls of others.

If you have something to do, even Xiaoju with friends need to be busy.

There was a singing one, "A few autumns in life, don't get drunk ... Come and have a wine ... Don't rest assured."

Oh, in fact, life is really short, the clouds are high, the sky is cold, autumn is coming.

What is worthy of our secrets in the years is that in the monotonous daily life, there is the crispy sound of the courtyard.

Early and evening, busy, sunny, rainy days, and keeping with us.

Today's topic

#Is cool, autumn is here, miss you ~ #

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