The sound of firecrackers disappeared, the noise disappeared, everything was calm and quiet so fast. People continue to be busy and will not care about whether the moon comes out, whether it is round or curved. Every year at this moment, it will be very exciting, such as the party on TV, the crazy report of news, the mutual transmission of various chat websites and mutual blessing. I don’t know whether that kind of excitement is artificial or natural. The excitement came in a sudden, vigorous but gone away. It has passed quietly for 48 hours before the careful taste. The night is still there, the moon is still there, but the person who appreciates the moon is gone. The students continued to bury their homework, the workers continued to turn the machine, and the salesman continued to knock on the customer’s door. In short, no one paid any more attention to the lonely pity in the sky. Maybe only idle people like me would often look at the sky and the moon. Even if I don’t look at it, I will still have endless reverie in the curtain. I don’t care whether it rises on time or where it rises. It’s good to be somewhere in the sky. Whether it is homesickness or blessing, it is actually just a habit. It’s like seeing someone else posting a dynamic, and it’s the same feeling to click like with your eyes closed. Maybe the Moon won’t come out today. It is heartbroken and tired. Such a hard night shift just brought in cheers for maybe only two hours. It simply asked for leave and asked Lei Gong’s electric mother to be on duty for it. As a result, the two guys managed to show up and went back to sleep. Only leave a quiet night.

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[Introduction] I remember that when the locust flower was blooming, my mother brought the locust flower in a big bag as green fodder to feed pigs. How did mother get so many thorns? We don’t know. We know very clearly how it feels. The chubby flower pig and black pig are also very happy to eat these flowers?

The locust flowers in April and May always brighten people’s eyes. The green branches and leaves seemed to have been dyed with a layer of snow white overnight. Looking from a distance, they were more interesting. When approaching, the faint fragrance crept into my body. I felt a little urgent in my heart and could be much more quiet at once. There are many verses about locust flowers, which are very classic and can make people feel particularly intoxicated when reading them. When locust trees bloom, you don’t have to tell them one by one. Remember to recall them silently in the bottom of your heart, which is also very interesting. There is always a lyric of locust flowers over snow, plain, clean and elegant, which is the true color of locust flowers. Facing it, it is like being with a simple village girl. If you are familiar with it, you don’t need to say a word more, move with the wind, do not demonize but do not reduce the amorous feelings. People in the mountains are naturally familiar with locust flower. Locust tree is one of many trees, and locust flower is also a part of many flowers. It can’t be said that without it, the mountains will lose the atmosphere. With its timely embellishment, the mountain village will have more customs. It is just like a big house. If one family is less than one person, there is nothing inappropriate. If one family is more than one person, there will be more vitality and stories invisibly. The locust flower is beautiful, and the locust tree is thorny, which makes people not very close. If you are not careful, you will get it. Even if there is a good flower, few people are willing to touch it casually. Therefore, in the current memory, every year the locust flowers bloom there quietly. Only bees and butterflies, large and small, go back and forth happily among the branches. Their happiness will also infect strings of locust flowers, they danced in the wind together with bees and butterflies. Locust flower and flour are made into fragrant and sweet locust flower cake, which is a very attractive taste on the tip of the tongue in many local love words. It is a pity that when people reach middle age, they haven’t tasted it once and have missed these unique flavors in vain. It is no wonder that although it is a mountainous area with many mountains and trees, there are not many locust trees indeed. Are there thorns all over the body? Villagers don’t like them very much, just like some people with thorns on their bodies. People stay away from each other with respect? If this is the case, leaving aside a local flavor, it would be too wronged by the locust tree and the locust flowers of the tree. I remember that when the locust flower was blooming, my mother brought the locust flower in a big bag to feed the pigs as green fodder. How did mother get so many thorns? We don’t know. We know very clearly how it feels. The chubby flower pig and black pig are also very happy to eat these flowers? Life is not easy. Once many details are engraved, they will never be forgotten. Beside the house of my father-in-law, there is a tall locust tree. The trunk needs to be held together by two people, and the tree age must be constant. It has witnessed the birth, aging, illness and death of several generations, and the ordinary people really don’t understand. In fact, those favors and stories were all in the ring of the old locust tree, but it didn’t speak. When I fell in love, I went to my wife’s home for the first time. This tall and big locust tree stretched out its branches and leaves in the bottom of my heart. The reason was very simple. It became a landmark tree. Standing on the distant hill, as long as you saw this tree, you would think of a girl living beside the tree. It was uncertain that she was passing under the tree at this moment. The Locust Shade Tree in “heavenly fairy match” should also be a very old locust tree. Dumb wood can bring up a pair of fairy companions for the topic, which is really wonderful! The legendary story deeply rooted in people’s hearts, just like this Locust Shade Tree, has been growing on the land of Chinese civilization. Even at this moment, I was wondering whether the fairy child would go back to the edge of the Locust Shade tree to see his simplicity and stout, and its white locust flowers? There is a Sichuan folk song “When will the locust blossom open” singing like this: a tree of locust on the high ridge, with the handrail in hand looking at Lang, mother asked her daughter what to look for, I hope when will the locust blossom open. What a subtle and ingenious girl, the charming and refreshing emotion is just like the locust flower in the branches, which is light and fragrant, fresh and pleasant. After singing for so many years, this folk song will still be the writing of many girls’ inner tenderness. The local flavor emitted is just like the locust cake. As long as you think about it, it will be an unusual fragrance. I don’t know if my sister has learned this song at the age of ten or nine years old, and she will sing in a low voice when walking on the country road. At such an age, even if my wife has never sung, she will certainly hear it. The old locust tree beside the house grew in her heart when it was small. When the time came, someone accompanied her from under the tree. I also read a lot of articles about locust flowers. The same exquisite and different connotation reminds me of the high mountains and the human feelings on the mountains. Is there a plain tree of locust flower, open like this, waiting for pairs of eyes full of expectation, looking back affectionately?

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The night is like ink, the drizzle is like silk, the night does not hook people, the rain does not lift the heart, everything is empty and sad. When I opened the window, my sight stroked the dim night outside the window. My thoughts drifted in the scenery I walked all the way, recalling the dryness of my memory. Sigh! Time flies like water, time is like wind. A gentle blow will last for several years! In this prosperous city, I stumbled and searched. Struggling, looking for the blue sky and mountain that belongs to me. But now I stop and suddenly feel it! Very tired, very tired, I really want to find a post station, have a good rest. Then gently stroked my shadow, sorry! It makes you feel wronged… most of the time I am stupid and naive. He naively believed in fate, and then was led by his nose silently. It seemed that I went into the maze and went back to where I was… but unfortunately, I couldn’t go back to where I was. Because, time has carved the imprint of memory in my heart, and left the gradually mature wind and frost on my face. Time is laughing at me and wasting it! Life is also satirizing the mess I brought to it. Looking in the mirror, I saw a few more white threads on my head. I asked the time, when did you dye it for me? Time did not answer, because it had gone far. I asked about life, and life sneered at me. Look for it on me, but I still didn’t find it. So I was at a loss! I don’t know how to go tomorrow’s road, let alone when it is the end of the road… the night wind is blowing… the night is low! The night rain outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, falling under the dim street lamp, splashing the ground and losing my eyes…

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