Jun: Tall-footed spider

Under the shade of the balcony, the busy daily life is staggered, and there is always a time to rest. She took a bamboo chair and sat on the balcony at the same height as Jasmine by the wall, and looked closely at the green leaves like a boat neatly arranged on both sides of the green stems, the branches closest to the soil had dried up under the ye ye sun for several days, and next to the gray-brown, that is, the corner of the wall hidden behind the leaf shadow, there was a tall spider hanging, and the black-brown body was covered with the shape of an amoeba, and with a gentle jump, climbed the edge of the flowerpot and escaped from her sight.

In this home, there are many corners where you can hide things. She has a different way of packing things, always like to put similar things together, put them in transparent plastic bags, and then tie them with plastic rope on the bags, and place them in a random corner. This habit comes from childhood experience, and from an early age she watched her mother sort out the clutter in the house like this. There are many corners in the old-fashioned apartment, and the whole space looks roughly neat, but as long as it is a corner or the space between the cabinets and cabinets, it is indispensable to have such a bag, stacked with plastic bags, and she also likes to see her mother looking for figures in the east and west of the home, and she can always find the right target in the seemingly identical plastic bag by impression.

After a long time, she also found that her mother was not only collecting the family's miscellaneous things in the plastic bag, but also many special memories of the family: her first pair of shoes, the cotton diaper of her brother's infancy, the wooden toy that had long been missing a part, and the roll of classic old song recording tapes. These objects from the past were carefully packed and put away by the mother in plastic bags and stacked in a corner of the home. After the grandmother moved in with them, she was quite critical of her mother's storage habits, "Green like aphids are the same, the stuff is the inside of the bag, and the bag is hidden..." The mother listened to the criticism in her ears, but she didn't want to change much, "Anyway, hiding things is always an important thing." She understood that her mother had unconsciously woven many nets at home, and what she wanted to keep in the net was not only her and her brother's constant years, but also her mother's time in this family, especially when she herself became a mother, and she understood why the mother spider always opened her claws in a special way, and her huge body was guarded, and the thin silk thread covered her own treasure.

Her gaze followed the spider upwards, to the top of the balcony's ledge, and she discovered that the ceiling of the balcony had become a predatory paradise for tall spiders, hanging high up, catching the sound and movement of the house day and night. She remembered the bags of plastic bags in the kitchen closet, and the memories and memories were properly put away. The more she felt like a tall spider, tiptoeing out of the ground, using her mind to network the memories of the home.