#Summer life check-in season# Since I can remember when I was a child, every year when the pomegranate bloomed, my mother led me to my grandmother's house to celebrate my grandmother's birthday, my grandmother's house is more than 8 miles away from our house in a straight line, but because it is a mountainous area, over a few ditches, after a few villages to arrive, when I was a child, I only knew that it was far away, there was no car at that time, there was a big two eight bicycle, my mother could not ride, I couldn't ride, every time I relied on two legs, I set off before dawn in the morning, and I could only arrive at noon.
At that time, I didn't know tired, bouncing along the way, walking and playing, now I remember passing through several villages along the way, one of the villages of pomegranate flowers is blooming, every year passing there to stop and watch, pomegranate flowers like trumpets, hard, petals are as soft as red silk, the stamen is like a needle with beads, I want to pick one, but I don't dare, one is afraid that the owner will see it, the other is afraid of my mother scolding, my mother said that I don't take things that are not my own, my mother walked far before I ran to keep up.
There is also a circle of thorny trees next to the yard of a house, and my mother said that it is an iron fence village, which is used to protect the home, and the fruit cannot be eaten, it is very sour and sour.
Now think about it, this road let me walk with my feet again today, I am afraid that I will not be able to walk for a day, and the emergence of transportation has become more and more lazy.
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