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2020.8.8 Orange Diary Walking

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    Turn a corner, walk down the concrete road slowly.  At 6:30 in the afternoon, in the afterglow of the setting sun, I went for a walk with my mother.

    With a leisurely mind, the mountains are not mountains, the trees are not trees, and every flower and grass is lovely.  There is cassava planted by someone else¡¯s family by the roadside, which grows almost taller than my shoulders. The orange tree by the roadside has small green oranges growing on it. It looks like this year is a good harvest. I can see the pumpkin vines growing quietly, and I can see the purple  Potato leaves are also accumulating energy and sprouting. I saw a few fruits on the longan treethe roadside is full of beautiful scenery. I took various pictures with my mobile phone, and my mother was "very knowledgeable" to give various suggestions  , When I met a wild grass and wild flower whose name I didn't know, I was quite motivated and eager to learn from her

    In addition to the two of us taking a walk, there is also a neighbor's mother and child.  The child is held by his mother, and his mother picks flowers while walking. This is really a beautiful child, holding a bouquet of flowers and walking with sparkling eyes.  Walking forward together, we also found many small surprises, such as seeing a lemon tree standing on the side of the road, for example, my mother saw that the banana tree she planted before has produced bananas, and it has been raining these days  , There are some small fish swimming in the creek With the mood of discovery, I was surprised and laughed all the way on the small road in the past.

    I also have a part in picking flowers.  Seeing that this grass is good, I picked a long leaf, and that dogtail grass was also good, and I folded two more flowers. The white wild flowers on the roadside were swaying in the breeze against the sunset, so I couldn¡¯t help but pick a few more At first I  Mom also criticized me a few words, but later saw that I didn't listen to persuasion, so she simply helped me pick a few flowers.

    It was getting dark, holding a bouquet of flowers, with a smile, and returned with all my heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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