The mother's thoughts of the years warm the years, and the old mother in her eighties is happy. Every week I have to go back to my mother's house to see, eat with my parents, help clean up, and nag this week

The mother's thoughts of the years warm the years, and the old mother in her eighties is happy.

Every week, I have to go back to my mother's house to see, eat with my parents, help with cleaning, and nag about the week's life.

Mom's little yard, flowers red and fruity green, introducing attention to the red cockscomb flower, the red moon flower, the orange trumpet lingxiao flower, the beautiful knotweed, and the bright yellow marigold, and the fruitful walnut.

The ground has newly planted radish and cabbage, which have already sprouted, and the radish seedlings have soaked the rain and twisted, worrying about how it can grow turnips; Loofah seedlings are even more expert climbers, unscrupulously climbing to the toon tree, standing on a stool, holding a hook and picking three loofahs; Bitter melon, okra, green peppers are still growing, and this year leeks may be obscured by okra and grow slender.

Picked a few black-skinned walnuts, ready to open to see if there are any nuts, put on the front yard table and forget.

At noon, dad made stewed ribs, in the evening together with my mother to burn the toon egg box, boiled bean porridge, plain life warm, fireworks life beautiful, with the warmth of my parents' home, is the taste of happiness that I cherish.

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