Hawthorn flowers are white
There are more than twenty on the hillside, making the spring here warm
Hawthorn in autumn
The father knocked off these hawthorns
Packed them in yellow bags
The father's head was covered with sweat
Bent down and carried them on his shoulders
Many years ago, I also bent down to carry it
It was very heavy
They bloom on time every year
Attracting countless butterflies
p>The red fruits are hanging on the branches
Bend down and carry them on your shoulders
Now I can only use typing
Bend down, Carrying it on the shoulders
The spring of geese
I think geese are smart animals
I had five of them in my family many years ago
Four gray and one snow-white
They came into my family’s life
They will remember when the flowers bloom
I made friends with a yellow cat
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Many years have passed
There is an old photo
They looked curiously at the front from behind me
The summer night in memory
Summer nights are not quiet
The sound of frogs, crickets, and adults chatting in the night
We caught fireflies carrying lanterns
Put it in a can
The faint green light
Lying on the big stone, outlining the pattern of stars
The beard on the chin
< p> Let the memory die young.Moisturize the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes
The big rocks on the street are still there
The stars are still the same
This summer night
Crisp cell phone ringtones break