endless roses

Chapter 62 Garden House and Savage Ruins

Not many people came to the art appreciation class. I was only 10 minutes late this time. When she came, she was playing the ending of Paradise Cinema. Laughing, what he saw was a dream frame by frame.

More than ten years ago, I lived in a large house that was not built for living.My father had made a lot of money and bought a house by the water, which was the last one in the townhouse. From the lake and the wasteland in front, it became his back garden.A neighbor’s grandfather planted a fig tree. It has been said for ten years. To paraphrase the saying in the Red Mansion, “It’s another year of time.” With dew in it, I held it to see its purple lines and then put it in my mouth, only a few minutes.His son-in-law, who is a physics teacher, also lives in that row.The backyard of the house faces south, and the two front houses at the front door are facing the road. Although the house on the opposite side faces south, there are only low crops planted in the back, and there is no such vitality.

The physics teacher got a few clumps of thin bamboos in front of his house, which were quiet and elegant, and the few standing alone were also very funny, so he added a lot of flowers. It is very convenient to drink water or boil something at noon.The room where the coal is stored in my house is the one under the stairs on the second floor, and some sundries are stored by the way.

At that time, they found a lot of thick bamboo poles and long wooden sticks, and they were busy building shelves in the field, pulling pumpkins, cucumbers, loofahs and other things. They forgot whether they had grown grapes, but they could always eat them in their memory.It is paved with stone bricks, small gravels are used as the path, and it is also paved with planks from the decoration materials.Later, many fences were nailed. There was a small garden near the south, and another small vegetable garden near the lake. Different vegetables were planted in accordance with the seasons. Until today, when I am doing vegetables at home, the onions, garlic, etc. are also my own.In the past, when they were busy with vegetables, they called them to pick some green onions or send them to the kitchen. Who am I? My family members blamed me helplessly: You are too lazy to cook, and you don’t know the grains. How can I teach you how to harvest green onions and get back so many weeds?

Beside the stone steps in front of the door, I got cold plums, hyacinths, and roses.The living room on the first floor has a hollow wooden sofa, and a marble Eight Immortals table made by my grandfather 30 years ago, with huanghuali and a waist, with four benches, and the carving of floating clouds on the tooth board is also handmade.Close to the wall in the north is a purple-red sandalwood altar, which also looks like a Ming-made case.There is an exquisite incense burner, copper candlesticks on both sides of the smiling Guanyin statue, a few handfuls of sandalwood, my hair tie, small objects, and some coins on the left, and a thin, soft plastic God of Wealth statue on the far right.There are several boxes of wine under the altar table, as well as Shaoxing baijiu soaked in red bayberry in a large glass jar, occasionally taking a couple of sips.My room is partitioned off on the first floor. It is on the same floor as the opposite utility room and the secret room, but they are not connected. There is a small wooden staircase leading to the boudoir. It is secretive and comfortable. It is hot in summer and cool in winter. water conditioner.This thing seems to have been eliminated by the times. The original pure white body has turned dark yellow, and the small fan used as an auxiliary fan in summer blows its stomach.

The teacher was talking about the montage in the movie in front of him, condensing decades of time into a few short frames. I am also doing the same at this moment. It seems that my mouth is a little bit broken, and all I talk about are these extremely boring little clips.However, I couldn't stand the "Road to Revolution" that was arranged last time, no matter the movie or the book (I was forced to watch the movie in class), it was too depressing.Those quarrels and the silence that preceded it, as I see them, are things I don't want to recall. It is best for Jack and Rose to meet on the sea of ​​night, projecting waves of heart, meeting for a short time and never forgetting.

Going boating, with cats and dogs as companions, raised little fish, little ducks, chicks and little geese, their soft fur, meowing, whining, cooing, and twittering.One weekend, I slept soundly and was woken up by a flock of sparrows in front of the door. I was slightly frightened and flew to the vegetable field to the west to make noise. The window of the room was facing the vegetable field and the small river, making it even more noisy.I like small fish, I feed them rice, but I dare not touch them.When catching fish, it is always best to go to places where aquatic plants are densely packed. In the evening, you can remove clumps of water chestnut leaves or duckweed, and use a small net to catch them directly.I also eat water chestnuts in front of the door. They are delicious even if they are not cooked, but they are a bit astringent. They like to put them together in braised pork.Speaking of "astringent", shy, youthful, the first time I used the word "astringent" was in a second grade diary that was to be handed in to the teacher. My father said, since you wrote that green bananas are not delicious, why didn't you use the word "astringent"? Three points of water, the upper right is a "blade" that sees blood, and the lower is a "stop" that stops.

More kinds, accompanied by books, stories, dishes, old streets, Weiyang’s flowing water and small stone steps, rainy days, snowy days, those quiet afternoons, when I was alone, I was working with a group of little creatures. with.I have lived such an idyllic life for many years, intertwined with emotional tragedies at home and economic tragedies at home. Today’s small garden seems to have returned to the barrenness of more than ten years ago, because there are many more stories. When it is better to be barbaric, it is called "ruins".

When I passed the underground passage at noon, I stopped for a while at the corner of the wide-angle mirror, looking at my face, such thick dark circles, when did they appear, I have always had them in middle school, I have to push forward, and I have been with me for more than ten years years.

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