Bask in the quilt's ingredients for the elderly.

The sunshine is just right, strong and abundant. Put all the quilts and clothes in the cupboard in the sun to get rid of the darkness accumulated in the past few days.

If my mother hadn't called me bask in the quilt, I don't know how long it would take me to get back to the house. I feel nothing has changed except emptiness. Just like when mom is at home. My parents participated in the design and construction of this house. I was proud to be able to repair the house then. At that time, for rural areas, it may be the goal of many people's lifelong struggle. This is a gathering of parents who have been working outside for more than six years. Now, it has lost its luster. Under the sunshine and the elongated shadow, it looks so humble, so ordinary, so lonely ... in the memory of those gorgeous buildings, it seems dispensable. However, it must be a home ... even if it is not worthy of pride, it has not been rejected. It should not be an ideological burden, but a retreat.

Call mom and ask why those clothes are still hanging. It's old, and besides, you can't wear it. It's no use keeping it. Don't do it! But my mother insisted that I bask in the sun.