Leaves are the dictionary of April, and flowers are the dictionary of April
I live in this world for my mother
I live in this world for my mother
Take the hard work and kindness of the mother as the background of life
Reading is planting crops
Writing is about hitting food
In order to maintain a good mood
I had to get rid of the bad mood
You have to get rid of distractions
Read a wonderful book
It is to like to see their own crops
Wrote brilliant text
It was the fine grain that went into the urn
Idle down to make a pair of music flower insoles
Embellishment embellishes the plain life
Like my mother, I am content with my days
There is land and food, and there are three meals and families
It is a good situation for the people of the village
Readers at 6:40 a.m
Only learned to read aloud to the sparrow
At 6:40, today's practice began
She asked the gentle wind to make the music
Ask the willow branches to be the audience
I also asked Xiaohe Shui to be the teacher of the evaluation point
Sparrow reads aloud with seriousness
The audience and the teacher listened carefully
Cherry blossoms also come to listen, and wisteria flowers also come to listen
Thousand petals of peach and chrysanthemum also came to listen
Look at so many listeners at once
The sparrow was happy, but a nervous
I actually punched the last paragraph twice
Fortunately, the warm applause offset this flaw
April and May
Leaves are a dictionary of April
Flowers is the dictionary of April
I flipped through the dictionaries and dictionaries
In order to enter the Classroom audit in May
Sunshine is the weft line for April
Rain is the meridian of April
Sunshine and rain weave together
Put your hands on May's shoulders
Grass buds are the lines of April
The seedlings are the painting of April
Grass buds and seedlings are arm in arm side by side
Beautiful illustrations are prepared for May
During the day in April, bees and butterflies flock
The April stars at night are flocked
This white-and-black working model in April
It's about doing something nice about the arrival of May
Twilight Spring
Bring a large pot of late spring flowers
Wash and drain with flour and pretzel
Cut into the shape of a ball with a strong point
Put it in a pot of water to be boiled
Clear incense, strong incense
Bring a large pot of late spring grass fragrance
Wash and drain with flour and pretzel
Roll into a fluffy ball shape
Fry in a pan of hot oil until golden brown
Put it on the plate and there are still oil wings flashing
Bring a large pot of late spring leaf fragrance
Marinate to remove astringency with flour and salt and pepper
Cut into an oval shape
Place in a thin pan of freshly hot oil
Lightly heat and fry slowly
Sprinkle some cumin powder before cooking
Only one big snack for you
The second child's house
The little boy's laughter was chubby
The little girl's laughter was watery
These two smiles are bright and colorful
Gather around the young Mom and Dad
Mom and Dad's joy overflowed to my feet
I didn't shoot this scene while photographing flowers along the road
Their happiness should be written in poetry
Look at the flowers
A tree in the family's yard is full of flowers
It's so beautiful that it can't eat human fireworks anymore
I grabbed several handfuls of flowers in the air
Still not enough to enjoy
I paced several times to peek out for the shadows of the flowers outside the wall
There are still many regrets
The closed door did not fall locked
I really wanted to knock on the door and go into the courtyard to see the flowers
Afraid to be afraid, the hostess of this house is angry
"Bully Lang Jun is not at home"
Charcoal-grilled chestnuts
This little pile of charcoal fire
I've been preparing for a long time
Beep peel a few ripe chestnuts
I've been preparing for a year
Chestnut incense quickly grabbed
As I captured the sticky sweet inspiration
Ecstatic and triumphant
It's just that ecstasy exists for only a few hours
Pride lasted only half a day
Chestnuts for the next charcoal fire
I still have to work tirelessly
The joy of the child
The joy of the child is a small river
Laughing while stepping on the river
Happiness between them
There is no scale in the world that can weigh out
The child's joy is a bowl of cooked peas
Fat round pea love to play games with children
Crisp laughter filled the small yard
Grandma sitting on the threshold
The wrinkled smile is served in a basket
The joy of the child is to listen to the adults read the story
Listen to the story dozens of times
I can't get tired of hearing it over and over again
Listening and listening, there is always a "why" to cut in line
Adults explain the same as seedlings
Green water grows out of the child's heart
The joy of the child is to tear down the set blocks and start over
That doesn't have a fail-losing mindset
There are always endless whispers with the building blocks
Yan envied the adults on the side