Essay // In the depths of Taoyuan, there are people walking on the ice in three nine four nine, and looking at the willows by the river. The timing is exactly five-nine, the weather and the ambiguity. The peach tree, not to be outdone, wrapped the delicate bud in it

Essay // There is a family in the depths of Taoyuan

Walk on the ice in 3949, and look at the willows by the river of 5969.

The timing is exactly five-nine, the weather and the ambiguity. The peach tree, not to be outdone, wrapped the delicate bud in the brown skin, and only the faint fetal movement woke up in sleep.

Waiting for the spring rain to pour out, one by one, pink and pink dolls. Those pink as the sun, as white as snow, a cluster of flames, burning in the sky.

In the woods. Grey tile horse head wall. Long windows floor to ceiling. The curtain is purple smoke colored. The figure shook.

There were big teenagers coming in and out without talking much. It seems to be studying at a city high school, and the school bag is very heavy. Every time I go out with the dewdrops, I step on the moonlight and enter the door, busy.

There are half-tall teenagers with the youngest little girl with pigtails, who always like to catch dragonflies in the peach orchard, catch and hide.

That hostess, we met often. Because her lover is a contractor foreman in the city's contracted buildings, she rarely comes home and likes to drink and play cards. The three children are all raised by her, and they also have to take care of the in-laws' diet and living. She is the one who takes care of the family and the outside of the house.

Her brow never seemed to be relieved.

In particular, before the New Year, her mother came. The handbag I carried when I left was actually just a change of clothes. However, when she left, her lover took a meaningful look. This eye was captured by the afterglow of her eyes. She was stung by her sensitivity. In fact, you can't blame her for being sensitive. You can't even blame that meaningful glance.

It's just that she is more convinced that she must have something of her own at all times. Whether it is material or spiritual, we must have the self-confidence and confidence that we bring to ourselves. Because she has always struggled with fate.

So if someone else plants a cherry, she will plant a cherry. Others planted loquats, and she planted loquats. She took care of the courtyard in an orderly manner and never showed weakness. Her back garden was grafted with peach trees. Across the road, across the verdant, rising purple smoke is a good view of the morning and dusk all year round.

She also has a flower cat. I always hold the cat in my arms in my spare time. Passed her many lonely moments. But cats are always cats, and people don't know much about cats. The cat's nature is to like to eat fish. We also heard a lot of her complaints about cats. Sometimes for the sake of cats also hysterically penetrate the night. In the end, she still can't live without cats. Personally cook fish to feed the cats.

New Year's Day, consider the taste, cook the food. Drizzle outside the house. The peach tree she grafted had so good expectations.

The day after tomorrow will be spring. In the near future, there will be peach blossoms, butterflies flying and fruitful fruits.

The starry sky and the silent earth at that time and the flickering lights at night can bear witness to this.