#秋日生活打卡季#
The autumn morning is slightly cool, the mountainside is clear, and the gentle wind blows our expectations, blows the colors of autumn, blows fruitful, and blows yellow the sand dates by the lake ditch.
Seeing the unattended and tenacious sand jujube trees, living up to the time, strings of small yellow flowers bloom in season in spring, emitting a sweet floral fragrance, fragrant a city, intoxicating, and then the flowers fall to fruition.
Jujube trees grow in the Northwest Territories and are tolerant to salinity and drought. In the park, on the street, by the ditch by the canal, no one pays, silently blossoms, silently bears fruit, year after year.
Seeing the sand dates with bent branches always brings back memories of childhood. I remember when I was a child, when I got out of school, I carried my school bag and ran to the side of a canal, because there was a tree and dates ripened.
No need to climb the tree, standing under the tree, you can get to the dates, grab the branches, you can pick a lot of dates, after a while, you can pick a lot, the big pockets are full, go back to the sun, become soft, the mother will make us tea to drink, and finally the dates are eaten, soft and sweet.
Now, there are no picks of sand dates everywhere, and in winter a layer of sand dates will fall under the trees, and when the next year, the sand date trees will blossom and bear fruit again...