Today, sunny, hot eighteen, slightly dry. In the evening, take a walk with your wife. The bright moon is slightly round, hanging at the end of the elm tree, and the faint dangui is pervasive. My wife clapped happily and smiled at me. I know that she likes the moon and likes to have me company. I liked how happy she looked, clean and without any distractions. On the way, I met the stinging warrior, the fresh yellow gill golden turtle, commonly known as the old maggot, in the Kaifeng dialect.
As a child, I used to carry a wine bottle and catch golden turtles in the inaccessible areas of the village. Sting, the mating period of the golden turtle. In the evening, as night falls, the light is dim, and flocks of golden turtles fly in search of a mate, with extremely loud wings fluttering. It was the courtship horn, it was the chanting in the depths of love. There are two of them, and there are also six of them and eights, and they are caught and picked up. My favorite is chasing solo in the air. A golden turtle with flapping wings almost crazy is circling in search of a mate. I stood still, watched it advance, and quickly slammed it with one hand. With a snap, the golden turtle landed on the ground, facing the sky on its back, and a handful of wings appeared on its tail, which was often mistaken by children as genitals, haha.
The farm wood chicken, the scene of the next morning's lively snatching of the golden turtle is joyful, only because there is an even bigger surprise in the womb.