Because of the impact of the epidemic, I returned to my home that I had not returned to for a long time.
The frost fell to death, and the sweet potato seedlings had all withered, just in time to dig the sweet potatoes with the seedlings.
The sweet potato seedlings bought this year are not as good as last year, and a few trees were dug up a few days ago, although they are yellow hearts, but they are too thin and soft after steaming, and the sweetness is not high.
Unlike the seedlings purchased online last year, the results are steamed and the white noodles are dry and sweet, eat a bite, full of mouth, cut into pieces of boiled porridge, eat one by one, and always eat enough.
This year's production is not as good as last year's, and the average number of knots in a litter is three or four, which is not large. And because there is a lot of rain in the later season, some of them are already broken when they are dug up.
Dozens of nests of sweet potatoes were dug up and began to shoot flowers.
Although the flowers in the river have basically withered, a few roses in front of the house have failed to bloom layer by layer, which is not, the leaves are dead and the flowers are fat, which shows the richness of the flowers.
The richness of the red, the magnificence of the yellow, and the angle cannot hide the charm of the flowers themselves.
There is also a peach-colored moon season in a neighboring tree, which is unusually delicate, with flowers blooming, a piece of peach, bright as red xia, in this cold autumn of drifting snow, it is even more beautiful and painful.
A cluster of red chrysanthemums under the eaves of the roadside seems to compete with the yellow leaves of the maple, and the more exposed it is, the more red it is dazzling.
Coupled with the occasional snowflake, once kissed, it turned into hot teardrops, and the petals were washed more and more, red and purple.
The twisted fingers of the big flower bones, like the New Year's Festival, went forward and followed, lively and lively.
There was also a half-open, autumn wind hitting, and the soft stems were overwhelmed and nodded desperately.
People can't help but sigh that life is bumpy, wind and rain are not avoided, and no one can replace the wind, frost, snow and rain that should be experienced.
After photographing the flowers, I came to the ditch in front of the door, just wanted to cross the (huo) grass, a pheasant hula flew up, a scene was not obtained, but was frightened, the heart was flustered, and it took half a day to calm down.
A few more steps, from time to time in the grass there were pheasants startled, fat bodies, once flying, brought a gust of wind, the branches of the birds also exclaimed.
Look at the miscellaneous trees full of ditches, the leaves are yellow like gold, dancing with the wind, it is the wild scenery is endless, and the autumn colors are boundless.
I took a few pictures, satisfied, and returned with a full load.
Nostalgic scenery is very heartwarming.
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