Pingyin rose, famous all over the world. The May flowers bloom like the sea, and tourists are weaving. As the land of roses, people have been watching it many times. But I have not traveled with my wife, and I am always sorry.
First introduce the wife, but also for the following buried foreshadowing. His wife is seventy-one, a senior horticultural branch worker, retired for many years. She is industrious and simple, with a soup of vegetarian hands, washing pulp, and taking good care of me and my daughter, son-in-law, and grandson. Mop the floor and wipe the windows, treat the flowers and plants, and keep your home clean and refreshing. Just introverted and not having enough fun.
On Saturday, the daughter and grandson took their wives on a day off. After I persuaded me to go to Rose Town to enjoy the flowers and try snacks, the trip was finally completed.
Rose Town Square, roses are blooming, gorgeous mottled, fragrant garden. Along the side of the garden, green trees and long vines are contrasted, the paths are quiet, the corridors are winding, the breeze is gentle, and the incense is fragrant. Tourists accompany the bees and butterflies and wander among them.
Yu and his wife walk while appreciating. Deep in the garden, when there was a seat in the shade of greenery, she sat down and stopped walking. I had to watch slowly among the flowers, green grass, and green bamboo alone, and then walk slowly among the fragrant tourists, and also do fitness.
After inviting her wife to go away, she said that the flowers had been seen, and the people had also seen them, and this was already done. If you want to take a photo with you, you don't have to. I had to go out of the garden at ten o'clock, the meal was still too early, and the temperature was gradually rising nearly thirty degrees. I was trying to do nothing, but I saw a shuttle bus back to the city, and my wife was happy to board the door, and Yu helplessly followed.
On the way back, her old man opened the conversation box, it seems that the mood is quite good, I can only work, do not want to play the old wife yo. I interjected, neither eating out, let's eat Mazhi warm noodles when we come home at noon.
When I returned home at eleven o'clock, my wife first cooled the water, and then the sound of pounding garlic paste came from the kitchen, and the aroma of MaZhi's warm noodles aroused the appetite in my belly.
A small travelogue.
100 Acres of Rose Garden,
A thousand flowers bloom shyly.
Incense strikes the sticky placket,
Butterflies fly.
Slowly enjoy a week,
Five thousand steps.
Wife in the shade,
Treat people as if they were nothing.
Haha, a.