The top of the Feng family is full of stars, my father is baking tea leaves, the tea leaves are fragrant, my mother is cutting and boiling bamboo shoots, and when I sit in the fire bucket and play with the fruits, I have been yawning for days.
When my mother had brought the fruit to bed, I lay down on the bed, thinking of getting a good night's sleep.
But I always feel that something is missing today, that is, to write something.
The heart that wants to write something, like the stars at the top of the Feng family, has light.
Today I took the fruit and went out with some colleagues at the school.
Guozi asked me who else my father was going besides my uncle I knew, and I said there was a young uncle.
Fruit asked, is it as young as you?
I smiled, and this early in the morning, I started to be happy, and I said yes.
It was still a bit chilly in the morning.
While on the road, the sun comes out little by little, you know, it's a warm spring day.
There was a cow grazing peacefully on the grass, just as I now write quietly.
Walking through some old houses, the sun flickered in the aisles, and as soon as the corner was turned, I met the brightness of a beam of light, which was warm to people's hearts.
There are many people who are younger than me, there are flowers, there are trees that grow new leaves, there are warm crowds, they have walked through many places, and they don't seem to have gone very far.
The fruit went with the uncle in white clothes, the aunt in green clothes, the beautiful aunt again, and then the little sister, anyway, rarely around me.
Do some small games, as if more than fifty days of fatigue, can be dissipated in a smile, sometimes, will not dare to believe, look up to look for something, just full of spring.
Before we could take the boat, the fruit had already circled around the water a few times.
Later, riding on the wooden row with an engine, breaking the waves forward, green mountains on both sides of the strait, a boat of idle people, I stood at the bow of the boat, facing the wind, blowing the ends of my hair and clothes, the mood of that moment, riding the wind and waves, moving forward, also let me suddenly have a heroic heart, what a state of mind, what a time, let me have such a mood.
I love the world, I love the life I identify with, and I want to tell the world.
At the water's edge, the women, the joy of playing bracken, I didn't have, but it was envied.
Grass by the lake during the day, table vegetables at night, whether it fell into the bowl in the spring, or plucked a handful of spring from the wild.
I asked if the fruit was happy today? Colleagues laugh, you still ask the fruit is happy, I think you are the happiest.
My happiness landed on the surface of the water, probably like the sun falling on the surface of the water, sparkling.
I think for a moment, the aroma of the barbecue beats the taste of spring.
I also took a group photo with two young people in my math group, and we believed and cheered together in the spring.
Looking back, I didn't say goodbye to Spring because I wanted to go back to my Feng family.
In my cousin's car, he asked me, didn't you call home? I said, no, he said, was it to surprise The Fruit's grandparents!
I laughed, it was drops.
When I got to the door, I let the fruit quietly go to Grandpa's tea workshop, call Grandpa, you can hear Grandpa's happy voice, and then you hear Grandma's happy voice.
I looked up at the sky, and I seemed to hear the happy sound of the stars.
The tea leaves are fragrant.
Father said that yesterday someone added him from the public account, bought our family's tea to drink, it seems to be far away, so far, probably because of a little text, know my family's tea, the text and tea are probably warm.
My dear
You're back here today
The stars are starry here and the aroma of tea is pervasive
You say hello to April here