Things in the past are always good memories. In this hot summer, I miss my friends from the past one by one, and think about the people I fell in love with. The feeling of reminiscing is also wonderful!
In the summer, I always think of my grandma's vegetable garden. I remember when I was in junior high school, I still had a small piece of land there, a piece of land as big as a desktop. I turned it over again and again, crushing every knot of soil with my hands, digging out the roots of morning glory with a shovel, and paved the ground, starting from the middle. Separate it and make a small ridge, which can be regarded as a small vegetable bed. Sprinkle the seeds of coriander and spinach in one grid, and plant garlic in the other grid. The garlic cloves are neatly placed in the soil, only letting them reveal a little sprout. This way I give this piece of land unlimited life. I found moss from the taro field and decorated the edges of the vegetable patch. I felt a little beautiful after looking at it. This is a world that belongs to me!
I love life and like to record every little bit of life. I can't help but use words to describe everything I see when I put down my brush.
I like to live at my grandma's house. On rainy days, I can do nothing. On rainy days, grandma is busy doing odd jobs that she usually has no time to do. I may not do anything, sit by the sewing machine and watch grandma work.