Back in the country's grandma's house last week, she was struck by half a man's tall green pole - a string of green akims on the hair of his thumb. It was only then that we knew that the sunflowers were hanging on the shrouds, not on the vines。
Grandma walked in with a basket of bamboo and took the youngest one from her fingertips: "this is the best thing to do, so that two months can be done, from the beginning of the summer until the end of the autumn, as soon as you can." i followed her to pick up a small basket, and the fresh akims took the heat of the sun, took the fresh water home, cut the roller blades and the gravy and made it with a little sweetness, which was less than two or three days in the market。
The video was posted online, and everyone in the comment area couldn't sit. I thought i'd climb the vine like a bean bean! "cut me a plate, i'll trade you some meat!" and a lot of people show up on their balcony: growing two aces in a big flower pot, picking one round and making a new one. Go home after work and pick two. Scrambling an egg is a fresh home dish。
It had always been felt that there was a compound to plant the vegetables, and it was only then that it became clear that even half a metre of the balcony could grow a good pyrotechnic gas. You look at the seed sprout, you look at the shears growing up, you take it off and make it up, and the feeling of pedals from the land to the table is a cure that can't be replaced by more。
You see, the fun of life is never complicated. A basket of fresh acupunctures, a bowl of hot home food is enough to make a living。
