Go home and stay with my parents.

On the first day of the May Day holiday, I took my son and daughter back to Niutun's hometown. I haven't seen my mother for a while. Maybe their parents are eager to see it. Before I went home, I called my dad to let him know. The implication is that I'm going home. You wait at home. Don't let us go back to save our lives. Dad's voice on the phone immediately showed joy. They want us to go home often and be happy even if we can't help.

When my daughter heard that she was going home to get old, she complained that she would take a shower if she didn't tell her earlier. According to her principle, if you change clothes, you have to take a shower. I am not happy in my heart, and my heart says, just dawdle, can't I wash it tomorrow? However, I didn't say it. I was worried that she would quarrel with me again, so I urged her to wash it quickly. Seeing that I had no objection, my daughter said happily that it would only take half an hour. She also said sympathetically that you should brush your teeth with me quickly, and then she did. No way, my son and I quickly did as she said and brushed our teeth. It took her almost an hour to get out. Alas, we can't help it. We still lingered until almost noon and didn't go out until after 10.

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? 1 1 arrived at my parents' house at o'clock. My father is busy in his garden. When my mother heard that I was coming, she was busy having lunch in the kitchen early. Dad's vegetable garden is actually a small place to grow vegetables in their small yard. The place is not big, but it has everything: there are elegant and dignified garlic seedlings; There are honest onions; There are innocent and chubby lettuce; There are smart and slim beans; And stupid cucumbers who can't climb scaffolding. Several kinds of fruit trees are planted in or beside the small vegetable garden. There are three walnut trees, all of which have started to pick walnuts. There are many fruits and crowns this year. In the small courtyard, the sky covers the sun, and the shade covers the sun. The walnut tree in front of the window bears the most, and the walnut is also the largest. Strangely, most walnuts are twins on a branch, the same size, completely opposite, so cute! There are also two apricot trees, the flowers are faded, the red apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water surrounds people. Qingxing shyly drilled out the dense green branches and leaves, leaned out the small head the size of longan, and looked curiously at the world full of green eyes. There are two pear trees in the middle of the yard. The pear tree is not big, but every year the branches of the pear tree are covered with a bunch of apples and pears. Apple pear is as cool as an apple, crisp and sweet, with a sweet bite and a lingering fragrance, which makes people memorable.

Sparrows are small and complete. Father's vegetable garden is not big, and almost all fruits and vegetables are available. There are also two persimmon trees in the yard. One is sweet. This persimmon can be eaten when it grows yellow. It is sweet and delicious, and it is not astringent at all. There is also a plum tree in the east of mother's room. These two years have also begun to be covered with a bunch of purple and black plums. Immature plums are cyan, and mature plums are purple-black or purple-red. Bite is sour and sweet, the more you eat, the more you want to eat, but if you eat too much, your teeth will become sour. Whenever I go back to my mother's house and the plums are almost ripe, I drool when I look at the plums covered with purple and black branches. I can't help picking a big, purple and black plum. Before I ate it, my mouth began to run with sour water. Even so, I can't help eating. Really ripe plums are sweet and slightly sour. There is also a peach tree in front of the kitchen. This peach tree is a kind of peach, which matures late, but the size of the peach is big and round. It can be said that it is no exaggeration to make peaches. This big, red peach really feels like a peach. Holding it in your hand makes you want to put down your drooling and take another bite. The sweet taste goes straight to your heart.

Dad, who loves to grow flowers and plants, also bought two ginkgo trees and planted them in the small yard. Ginkgo trees seem to know their owners' thoughts and grow luxuriantly every year. A gust of wind blew, and the trees were covered with green leaves like small fans. Small fans like jade jumped up and down in the wind, which was pleasing to the eye. There are several kinds of flowers in the corner of my father's garden. There are red hydrangeas, and the blooming safflower is really like a red hydrangea. The red Chinese rose, looking forward to the light, looks like a newly married and happy bride, beautiful and lovely. Aloe vera with thorns is as simple as a village girl. There is also the impatiens planted by my mother, which is the kind of flower that changes from leaves to flowers. There is a red and white flower cluster on my head. Smell it. The fragrant flowers smell good. I especially like the smell of flowers. I always smell like I can't smell enough. Every summer vacation, my mother and I wrap our nails with fragrant impatiens. I didn't expect people to enjoy such a wonderful life in middle age. I feel sincerely happy, and I think my mother must feel the same way. Thank God for giving us happiness.

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Dad is a retired old teacher. He retired early to feed some pigs at home, planted two acres of land with his mother, and opened up a binary vegetable field in his small yard. Every year, he grows all kinds of fruits and vegetables. There are endless fresh vegetables all year round, and they are pollution-free green vegetables. They are happy to spend their old age. Every holiday, they are looking forward to their children living in other places coming home to visit them, but they are afraid that their work and life will be affected, so they have to bury their thoughts about their children in their hearts and are embarrassed to say so. As they get older, I feel that I miss them more and more, call home more and more frequently, and care more and more about them. After all, my parents are in their seventies. How long can I stay with me in this world? Unexpectedly, my eyes were full of tears and my heart was sour. Ah, my parents, your health is my greatest happiness, and your survival is my warmest harbor. I will go home as much as possible, so that our time together will be happy forever. ...

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