#夏日生活打卡季 #
In the evening, thick clouds cover the hot sun, and it is not so sunny when you go out for a walk, but it is still very muggy and there is no trace of wind.
Walking in the forest, birds chirping and singing, knowing the loudness of the chirping, the forest is deep and no one is seen, but people are heard. Looking down for prestige, there is a dense mulberry forest under the slope, and there are people picking mulberries in the forest; Every season, it is the season when the mulberries are ripe, I can't help but walk over, I see a few mothers with their children picking mulberries, and the children are shouting excitedly...
Mulberries are densely hung with branches, purple and black, purple red, pink and black, pink, cyan, like pearl-like small berries, making people salivate, I can't help but reach out to pick it, just grabbed the twig before dragging it steadily, it bounced back, the fluttering mulberry fell, some smashed on the head and fell to the ground, some smashed on the body and slipped to the ground, what a pity! Grabbed a branch steadily, picked a few mulberry fruits, put them in the mouth to taste, black and purple, very sweet, the powder is black not ripe, a little sour, and picked a few more and put them in the palm of the hand, like agate, strung into a hand string is not good-looking, ripe mulberries splashed out of the juice with a light touch, and the hands were dyed purple.
There is also a row of tall mulberry trees outside my kitchen window, all of which are about to grow to the fourth floor, when the mulberry fruit is ripe, it is also a grand festival for birds and finches - mulberry tourism and cultural festival, all kinds of birds and finches come to come, tall and dense mulberry trees, birds chirping, bouncing, calling friends, so lively! On the guardrail of my window sill, it is also a place frequented by birds and finches, some time ago, the peanut rice at home grew worms, I put it outside the window, birds often come to eat, when cooking, you can also see different birds flying off the windowsill, probe the brain, as if to see what I made delicious; Once, a beautiful bird with yellow feathers flew down to the windowsill, and I stared at her for a long time, and she flew away shyly, and I really wanted to keep her to sit for a while, chat with me, and talk about homely things.
