#Share My Rural Life# I don't know if I saved these garlic seedlings or if they relived my childhood memories.
Accompanying my mother back to my hometown, watching the weeds growing wantonly in the small vegetable garden, it was already a dove occupying the magpie's nest and acting arbitrarily, and I had the idea of shoveling evil and rape.
Who called me a man who can't tolerate sand in his eyes?
Even though I knew that I would freeze my claws, the dirt blackened my nails, and I was ugly beyond words, I immediately picked up my scythe and started drying.
The unique smell of tender grass came to my nose and sent my thoughts back to my childhood. You know, when I was a child, I hated being assigned to pull weeds in the field in the cold winter, and now, as a, I actually take the initiative to itch my hands.
I hope they thrive for my love and pity. Afraid that they will not be able to adapt to loneliness at once, they specially left a few five-clawed dragon icons to accompany it.
Naturally idle, I dressed up the loquat tree again. the mulberry scissors, take out the momentum of the man's mother-in-law, remove the excess branches, and choose the best to leave the best products. There are already small grains of green fruits on the loquat tree, and their shy little heads poke out, curiously looking at this novel world.
The weak garlic seedlings, the green loquats, including all the vegetables and fruits in the small vegetable garden of the hometown, have all survived until now with their own tenacious vitality. Because their mothers don't come back often, they, like motherless children, stand on their own and are strong alone. Tough moves through the storm. Relying on the mercy of heaven, drinking the faint rain, fighting the wind and rain all the way.
Today, on the occasion of the real New Year, I will peel off the shackles of thorns that bind them, let them get a new life, say goodbye to the old year completely, and welcome the Year of the Rabbit with a new attitude.
