Yesterday days, I haven't gone out for a long time. The family visited a friend. On the way to the subway, I met a middle-aged man with a crutch.
I was sitting quietly at that time and smelled the fragrance of Huangguolan. It costs 5 yuan to 3 strings. The sound and smell came in at the same time. I opened my eyes and looked at the uncle who carried Huangguolan. I bought three strings, no more, no less, and a family, one string for each person.
It was night. After reunited with friends, I was happy and went home happily. In addition to being tired and smiling, I happened to meet a family of three on the subway, which was about the same age as our daughter.
The two families watched the 2-year-old babies laugh and jog on the subway bench, and the adults also reminded the children to whisper.
Looking at the iron snake shuttles through the ground...
Looking at the reflection of the figures reflected in front of the glass...
Looking at the billboards flying backwards or forwards one after another...
Looking at the children innocently treating bulls, bears, and birds as their best partners...
Although it is a portrait printed on the billboard, it cannot stop the happiness and joy in the eyes of children.
True happiness and joy have nothing to do with truth or falsehood. Even if the bull, bear, birds and birds are underground, in the future, in dreamland, in the countryside, in the wilderness, in memory, they also bring real beauty and companionship to the world.
- cuts are fresh, fresh, lively, splashing, free and easy...
The fragrance of time and light and shadow condensed on the tender leaves of yellow orchids, scattered one by one. I don’t know where the yellow orchid on my chest and schoolbag was scattered, and pieces returned to the dust and a new dreamland.
was sitting quietly, the familiar fragrance and sound came into view. The uncle with a crutch appeared in front of him again with a yellow bean.
The yellow beans on his hand became a little yellow, and the leaves were not as white and tender as they were in the morning. They looked a little haggard, and the slightly withered still could not hide the fragrance of the yellow beans.
The uncle met us with a yellow orchid, and the yellow orchid also completed her flowering period: one day.
Not much more than a day, it can bring love and stories to the world;
not much more every day, it can meet the beauty and fragrance of the world.
Stories, fragrance, laughter, fatigue, the world, the world and the flowering period, as the uncle's hunched and staggering back gradually drifts away...
