Sparrows are writing poems in the wheat field in the south of the balcony. They are Twittering to describe the story of wheat, starting from the green fruit of wheat to the golden yellow of wheat. I couldn’t understand the meaning of their poems, so I sat on the balcony and watched quietly. I took the cans of herbal tea in my hand and poured cool liquid into my mouth from time to time. The sweet taste made the Sparrow look like I was very leisurely, and I had to talk about it again, they disturbed my leisure with jealous words, and harassed my purity with their usual tricks. I was no longer that impulsive girl, holding a contemptuous expression for any gossip. Maybe they can also be seen, but I can’t feel how much contempt I have for them in my heart. Sparrows were dancing in the wheat field. They thought themselves as their land of three hectares and didn’t give me a chance to speak. Actually, I really didn’t want to speak. I just wanted to see their respective gestures, either beautiful or ugly. I stood up and stretched out my head out of the screen window of the balcony. I saw the Yang Xu of may hanging on the wheat tip, and the whispers of snowflakes were floating in the air, while the hibiscus and begonia flowers on my balcony were blooming three more gorgeous, red as Blood. Red makes me feel afraid, and makes my mind show the night when flowers are destroyed. I shifted my sight, delighted by the graceful beauty of Yan Zi Lan and the exuberance of lemon trees. They were my friends when I was leisurely. I always took care of them carefully, just like taking care of my heart. I am an absent-minded woman, she slipped into the distance when she looked at her thinking, and let herself fall into the thought of nothing. Often the sight becomes frozen when you don’t pay attention to it. Thoughts slip away, souls slip away, and even the noise of the world of mortals disappears. If it weren’t for the constant ringing of the mobile phone, my soul would not know when to come back to me. Who harassed me when I didn’t arrive at work. I am tired of these uninvited guests who disturb my retreat. I picked up a customer who wanted a garbage bag. I asked her to go to work and find me in my office, so I hung up the phone. My office is less than 50 meters away from the family building, and I won’t be late for work if I step on it. The newly-built family building is too cold. The indoor temperature is a few degrees lower than that of the outside. When entering the house, you need to change into spring clothes, and you can wear skirts outside. I took the small bag in my hand, found the key, installed the mobile phone, put the trench coat in the bedroom, walked to the door, took off the high heels from the shoe rack and changed them, opened the door, locked the door, and walked down the stairs quack. A whirlwind in the corridor blew Yang Xu’s gentleness to my mouth and nose, feeling uncomfortable, I quickly covered my mouth and nose with my hands. This disgusting Yang Xu floated everywhere, accidentally inhaling into the heart, causing discomfort in the lungs. The tenderness of spring has passed, and the heat of summer is coming soon. I don’t know what this summer will look like and what kind of flowers will bloom best. What kind of birds will quarrel again, but my mood is no longer disturbed by any bird in the past.

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