Tuesday, May 24, 2022
As the sun sets, the red sun is big and round, clinging to the horizon, and the question that has haunted me for a while jumps out: Where is the place where the sun sets, is it the sky?
The golden wheat fields are endless, like a sea of sand, and like an ocean of gold. The countryside in May is at its most beautiful at dusk, idyllic and serene.
It has become a habit to come out and walk around in the evening at home. Riding a tram to walk on the tranquil, illuminated river embankment is also a pleasant pleasure.
Wives work shifts, and they can't imagine that their spicy noodle factory will also have no time to live. She was at home and I felt depressed. One will yell at me, the other will yell at my son. She is not at home, and the sons are free, hungry to eat, what to do, where to play, where to play. But she's at home, and there's a little advantage, I don't have to cook for my son, fish and bear paws can't have both.
Soon the students are about to take out the summer vacation, and I don't know how to go out of the night market this year.
I don't want to stay home anymore.
