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The weather is gray today, and I went to pick peas with my two aunts.
This large field of peas was contracted to be planted by someone earlier. At this time, the peas should have been pulled out a long time ago, so when we went to pick them, we were full of yellow, emaciated, shivering pea girls [cute]
Since you are picking beans, you can¡¯t pick them standing up. You have to squat down and stroke the roots of the pea plant. If you search carefully, you will find several plump and thin yellow pea pods. Once you peel off the pea pods, the inside is Round, large peas.
As a loyal fan of peas, my mother also planted some in my hometown. Usually when you go to the vegetable garden to pick pea tips and pea pods, you can see them at a glance, and you can pick them by bending down a little. Today, you have to squat down and pick them patiently.
Peas are treasures all over the body, and the hot pot with pea tips is super delicious. The fried meat with pea pods was also delicious. Needless to say, pea granules, I would eat an extra bowl with it on the dinner table. But today, under the guidance of my seniors, I discovered that the most plump pea grains are quietly hiding under the leaves, and they gradually become the best version of themselves, even if no one notices
Is it the same for people. Some people are pea-tips blooming with confidence, and they are confident in standing high at the top. Some people are pea pods, slender and beautiful, hanging on the branches, beautiful and splendid. Some people grow up silently, quietly transforming into the best self Thinking about it this way, no matter what kind of person is worthy of being liked and appreciated
Today I was picking peas in the field, and my back hurts. In the fairy tale "The Princess and the Pea", when I put a few peas under the quilt of more than ten layers, I felt that the bed was cramped Today I was picking and thinking, I picked so many peas, why is the princess still missing?
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Picking peas is a technical job, but the memories at this moment are indeed full of happiness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com