Those days in Siping Village that I can’t remember clearly

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Whenever someone asks me how long have you been here?
I can’t always tell the exact number of days

I just remember that the day I came, it seemed to be drizzling and the peach blossoms beside the stream were in full bloom

I only remember that the persimmon tree was bare and gradually sprouted and took out light yellow leaves. The leaves, soaked by the rain, seemed to be green day by day, and now they are verdant.

I only remember that the plum blossoms bloomed, the peach blossoms bloomed, the cauliflower bloomed, and then the plum blossoms faded, the peach blossoms faded, the cherry blossoms bloomed, the pear blossoms bloomed again, and now the azaleas also bloomed red, pink, yellow, white,
It’s open time after time, it’s so lively

But I can’t remember exactly how many times the rain has come down because the rain is really unpredictable. Sometimes the clothes are not wet, it seems like nothing, sometimes it is dark, smashing tiles and windows, brewing muddy water, like a mountain torrent sometimes coming suddenly, blinking The clouds gather and the rain falls again, and soon the sky will be blue and the sun will shine

But I will remember those beautiful nights when we made tea around the stove, talked about the sea and the sky, we had dinner and barbecue, we sang and danced by the fire, we made dumplings together, after we drank wine and brewed wine, we tasted the tea together and we watched and photographed the stars together, Light a bonfire and play games

Ah, those things that don’t remember and let it go they don’t matter compared to these happy times

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