Lola
Lola

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I live in seclusion on weekends

During the meal that day, magpies flew in the yard, which happened to be the New Year. I dare not speak out.

On weekends, I live in seclusion, in fact, in the village. It may not be considered a "seclusion", and only the word "hidden" can be said one, two or three. After all, in our village, we can only hear the crowing of chickens, birds and geese, and the gurgling of water on both sides of the alley. As soon as you look up, there is a mountain, and the dense forest on the opposite side seems to be within reach, but in fact it is still far away.

We once walked across the vegetable field to see if a Burmese peach had yielded, that is, a guava, small and small, studded in clusters of long leaves, and it seemed that it would take a long time to eat.

In order to see the tree, we stepped on a lot of loofah vines, but Xiaoman said it didn't matter, because it was her vegetable field. Quanmei was timid and said that she would not dare to move forward no matter what, so we had to step back along the road and step on it again.

Watching the two children fly back to the village along the slope, I felt relieved and had the opportunity to look back at the boundaries of the mountains and forests: a low wall that is knee-high, with straight pine trees planted in it, densely used for windbreak and solid forest. Every once in a while, there is a reminder: Forest fire prevention is everyone's responsibility.

Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at our village, there are several alleys that stretch, vaguely staggering the positions of monks, not as close as looking at the mountains and forests in the yard.

When I woke up on New Year's Day, I heard the quack of the goose next door. I've never seen it before, whether it's a big goose or not. I just guessed at the sound of it. It should be a big one.

When I saw the pink camellia in the yard in the early morning, I was surprised. It was obviously the same growth, but it opened before the two black tea and white tea next to it. What are the names of the three sisters, I also asked three questions. I just feel that it is blooming very large, and it may not be very beautiful if you look closely, but I have no conclusion about what it means to be beautiful.

This flower is so blooming that as soon as it matures, its branches fall off, covering the courtyard overnight, and it is impossible to teach people not to pay attention to it. My mobile phone lens is also really unsatisfactory, but first let such a fierce Mei Huang dazzled, leaving only a flickering screen.

There are green vegetables and cockscombs growing in our vegetable field, and there are several bamboo poles inserted in the middle, which are used for the bean sprouts to crawl and play. The walls are very low, and feral cats often use their strength to climb up and stop by our kitchen.

One night, when I was sitting in my room, I felt that something was looking at me outside, and my heart was terrified, but I couldn’t help but look out curiously: it turned out to be a famous local gentleman on Liangshang, who was swaggering when he left, and dared to look at the host’s house. , very provocative.

I watch the sun climb up from the cusp of the courtyard wall every day, and first shine into the living room through the glass window. If the living room happens to be burning incense and the smoke is lingering, the Tyndall effect will soon be formed, and the milky white light beam will follow the smoke. Move as if you can hold it with your hands.

But let's not be busy and amazed. Such a good sun is most suitable for drying grass and fruits, which are freshly picked from the mountains. You can dry it on the steps under the eaves, in the center of the yard, or move the sieve to the roof, and you can dry it all day long. Don't forget that the freshly made jujube cake also needs to be dried. If you steal it, it will be miserable, because its homophonic sound is "bad year"! A whole year of bad luck.

When the weather is nice, we set a table in the yard to eat. The cold salad was bought at the one at the far end of the market. The blood sausage was overcooked, and the first bite was a bit bitter, but it was still soft and delicious when you continued to chew it. Boiled vegetables are the least favorite for children. The pickled vegetable paste used for dipping the barbecued meat is made at home. After eating it so many times, I only knew it was a Dai dish.

During the meal that day, magpies flew in the yard, which happened to be the New Year. I didn't dare to say it, but suddenly I felt like I got something - something to be joyful about, maybe a blessing. In retrospect, I silently assumed it was.


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