It's a diary

Chapter 180 6.22
Dragon Boat Festival Ankang.

Have you eaten rice dumplings?Do you think the sweet one tastes better, or the salty one?

My family is in the south, so naturally I make salty rice dumplings every year.

In the market here, we sell rice dumplings and rice dumplings in all seasons.I've eaten rice dumplings from other places, and that's not to say they're not delicious, they are tasty and look good.It's just that it's missing a familiar flavor.

Grandma made rice dumplings at home, and naturally they were delivered to us.

There was steaming today, but I didn’t eat it.

I made sago and taro last night and paired it with coconut milk. It was not ordinary delicious.I ate several bowls, but it was just sugar water at best.

When I was a kid, I hated taro, sweet potatoes, and the messy red beans, mung beans, and soybeans...

Neither my mother nor my grandmother could understand why.

Because they all like to eat these foods very much, but I don’t want to eat them at all.

This year, it was like I suddenly had an enlightenment.Inexplicably, I fell in love with these two foods.

It's too much to say that I like it. At best, I can accept it and not reject it.

My dad brought back a bag of chicken-mouthed lychees last night. I was still a little groggy when I came back, and I was leaning against the sofa in a daze, not really wanting to move.

Later I tasted a few. I woke up early today and saw a lot of lychees at that time.I didn’t pay much attention to it.

But after I woke up from my nap, there were just a few lychees left on the table, as if they were specially reserved for me.

While feeling annoyed that I didn't eat more pills at first, I ate the remaining pills.

Maybe the name of this article should be: Where have my lychees gone!?
This is more delicious than black leaf lychee.

If you eat a few black leaf lychees, you will easily get tired of them, and there seems to be a lot of bad fruits.

It’s been too long since I’ve eaten.I couldn't eat this variety of lychees last year.

The cinnamon flavor, chicken mouth, and glutinous rice cakes are all delicious.These varieties currently cost around five yuan per pound here.

I heard that the most delicious thing is Xiangli.

I'm not sure if I've ever eaten Xiangli before, and I'm curious about the taste.But Xiangli may not be ripe until more than July.

There is a classmate in the class who grows lychees at home, and others always call him: "Remember to pick some lychees when you go back during the Dragon Boat Festival. Not too many, just one suitcase will do."

At this time, someone will immediately pick up the conversation: "I'll lend you my suitcase."

Everyone said that Xiangli was delicious, so I was also curious about what it tasted like.

I returned to Beiyu yesterday afternoon.

Came out early, didn't wander around, didn't walk the dog, didn't go to eat.

Went to the bus station.Coincidentally, I just got there, took the headphones out of my pocket, and the bus arrived.

What a coincidence.

At that moment, I felt that the sun was not shining, but warm.

After all, I was in so much pain yesterday.It hurt so much that I had the illusion that I might die at any time.

It's really great to be back here.Otherwise, I wouldn’t know where to go.

After school at 02:30, I got on the bus at three o'clock, and it slowly arrived at the terminal.

I got off the bus, walked into the station carrying a bag of books, and swiped my ID card to enter.

Anyway, I returned to Beiyu around 04:30.

There was not much wind yesterday, and even the sun was extremely strong.The moment I walked out of Beiyu Station, tears burst out uncontrollably.It's not that I want to cry, it's that I'm out of control.

At the end of the day, I'm a fool and a kid.

A child who has not grown up.

In fact, I hate expressing myself like this. I can’t explain why. I always feel like I’m talking to flowers, plants, cats and dogs about my troubles, and they don’t understand.

You can only answer me according to the strength of the wind. You can only tilt your head and continue to rub my trouser legs or get into my arms.

I like to express but hate talking.

Very contradictory.

But contradiction is what makes people human.

That night, I happily finished writing a bunch of nonsense, thinking that I would be back soon.

Then, that night, I almost didn't sleep at all.I didn't fall asleep until at least three o'clock, and woke up as soon as it rained at six o'clock.

Fortunately, there was no need to go out for exercise that day.It turned out that everything was like that, the same as usual.

However, in the evening, after two periods of evening self-study, I felt that I could not even stand upright, and I could not even straighten my waist.

I didn't leave until very late, and there were only a few people on the school road.It's great, you don't have to worry about walking slowly and delaying others.

Really, I haven't felt that much pain in a long time.

long time.

I don't even know how to describe it.

It's the kind of pain that makes me breathe a little faster and shed an extra tear when I take a step.

Very embarrassing.

That night, I had chills all over.On a June day, I was wearing a coat, covered with two quilts, holding a doll, and retracted myself into the quilt.

I hate this.I hate being so embarrassed.Every time this happens, I can't help but, to be fair, resent everyone.

Until yesterday morning, I was still in so much pain that I could hardly walk or stand.

But, I came back in the afternoon.

Come back to daze, come back to sleep, come back to feel the gentle and sometimes rapid sea breeze of Beiyu.

I just went to see Station and listened to a live house.A friend asked me to play ball, but I declined him: "Next time."

I ate several bowls of sago and taro, paired with coconut milk, it was just right.I ate lychees, nectarines, bought ice cream, and went for a walk.

I also spent several hours stewing the pig's feet.

Tonight’s dish is: fried beans with garlic.It's shameful to say that my mother made this dish about seven or eight years ago.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s undercooked or because there’s too much pesticide residue in it.We both got food poisoning and went to the hospital for intravenous drips.

The reason why there were only two of us was because neither of them ate. It was just the two of us, and each of us almost ate half the plate.

For a long time after that, we didn’t dare to eat beans again.

I really like talking nonsense, especially if I have friends who are willing to listen to me.

I couldn't wait to tell him everything.

However, many people don't want to hear it.

Those who are willing to listen may not understand.

People who understand may disagree with me.

……

Anyway, all in all, it's really... difficult to meet a suitable person with a similar way of thinking and thoughts.

Because there are very few such people.

It's like finding a needle in a haystack.

But I prefer to compare it to: in a hot pot that has been boiling for an hour, find a potato slice that has just been put in.

I originally wanted to talk about something I talked about with a friend tonight.

But I don’t know how to express it to you. It’s quite ridiculous, and I’m also afraid that I will really be nailed to the “idiot” wall and be unable to break free.Even though he is stupid, he is still pretty good.

Afraid of being recognized as a bug.

Since I can’t think about it, I won’t think about it.Too lazy to mess with so much.

I thought about talking about some off-topic topics, such as the varieties of roses, the fruit trees at home, my childhood, my outlook on life and death... and so on.

But it's past one o'clock now.

At school, even though I always couldn't sleep, I would put down my phone when the time came.

At home, I didn’t mention it before, but I can sleep now anyway.

I went out to play for a long time and came back with some midnight snacks.It's almost twelve o'clock when I start writing this.

It's really time to sleep now

good night.

Be happy tomorrow too.

(End of this chapter)