? At the thought of happiness, the time came to June and it came to an end.
In the midsummer of June, cicadas are singing, lotus is fragrant, the sun is shining high, and lotus ponds can be seen in the depths of the forest. And my mood, I hope to stay, but I don't want to stay.
June's sadness is only due to the tragic death of my Keji red-boiled egg under the wheel on the weekend morning in early June, which is the hurdle I can't get through. I don't blame anyone. I'm just heartbroken. A life I cared for was crushed to death by a ruthless wheel, but the driver was indifferent. Blood flowed from the eyes of the marinated egg, but I couldn't save its life. How can I put it down?
Fortunately, time calmed me down. I did my best. The parting of life may be an arrangement in the dark. Our fate in this world is over. I can only comfort myself, but the memory in my heart will never disappear.
June passed, and half a year passed.
I thought 2020 would be auspicious, and Lantern Festival lanterns would be decorated. Who knows that at the beginning of the new year, the epidemic surged, angels in white became a fighter against the epidemic, and party member and cadres became the patron saints of the masses. In ordinary people's homes, if you don't go out and make trouble, you will contribute to the country.
The epidemic was grounded, and there was panic at first, and then it gradually returned to calm. Three people stay together, and there is a marinated egg, guarding the window every day, waiting for the sun, waiting for spring. I also have enough time and patience to clear my mind. I kept writing down my truest feelings and wrote an epidemic story every day for a whole month, which was a life experience I had never had before.
In recent years, I have only been immersed in quiet years, which is actually just my wishful thinking. When natural disasters come, everyone is an inevitable snowflake in the sky.
After being grounded for 35 days, I really didn't go downstairs, just like a good family, feeling a little helpless. I stay at the window every day, waiting for sunrise and sunset, watching snowflakes float to the window, and waiting for a drop of rain to fall. I have never been so eager for spring blossoms. Fear came, rain came, but this spring came late.
The isolation of the epidemic has made the world quiet, stopped running around, and made the trapped people think more about life and cherish it. With the strong smell of fireworks, men and women learned to display their talents in the kitchen.
In the past six months, masks are a necessity. Go downstairs and go out, always remember that not wearing a mask is like doing something wrong, for yourself and for ta.
In the past six months, I am still chasing the flowering period, but my steps are between square inches. From the cabbage flowers in front of the window to the magnolia tree downstairs, there is also a red magnolia tree, which awakens bundles of winter jasmine and pieces of early cherry blossoms, purple leaf plums, cherry blossoms and peach blossoms. They are still there.
Hua answered all the questions without saying a word. I am so persistent. From "A Flower in Spring", I saw that there are many flowers and the world is brilliant.
Mountains and rivers are safe after all, although there are many disappointments in life. I am still affectionate, I still love deeply, and I love everything worthy of my love.
Half a year has passed since Pinellia ternata. With love and gentleness, I will continue to pick flowers, nourish myself and fragrance the years.
I will also let go of those unhappiness and heartache. Let bygones be bygones and welcome the second half of the year with a bright mood.
Let the new beauty reopen in July.