then spring comes

Cherry Valley, also known as Shiligou, is located in Xin'an County in the west of Luoyang. The hillsides on both sides of the valley stretching for dozens of miles are full of cherry trees. A season of ripe cherries attracts tourists from far and near to pick, go green, and play here. Cherry Valley in 2006 had not been developed yet, so we had to park the car on the dirt road outside the valley and walk into the valley on foot.Because it just rained two days ago, the path in the valley is not very easy to walk, but the wet and green mountains under the blue sky, the fresh and earthy air, and the leisurely birds and animals in the woods in the distance , the clear river flowing along the valley is so refreshing!I couldn't help but close my eyes facing the sun, breathe in the fresh air, and enjoy the short silence and comfort. Standing behind me, he said: "Isn't this place beautiful? I came here with my friends last time." I thought it was pretty good once, so I’ll take you here to relax today, and it can be regarded as making up for the damage to your fragile heart! But elder sister, if you think about it, I’m really not a bad person!” I said, “Well, what a Good place, for the sake of you knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them, I will forgive you!" "Yes, thank you Lord Ron!" We both laughed!

Now is the season when the cherries are ripe. The red cherries hang all over the branches, and each of them pokes out a small head, looking around with the wind among the dense green leaves, and emits crystal clear light under the sun, which makes people salivate. , Jiao Yang looked at my greedy face and said: "Don't worry, the more you go into the valley, the more plentiful the cherry blossoms will be!" We walked slowly into the mountains while admiring the beautiful scenery of the valley. Farmers and children grazing cattle, or can not see the sheep but can hear the cry of the sheep, and the uncle who picks up the dung, put a long stick on the trolley, and hang 7 or 8 sticks on both ends. The dung bucket trembled past you, causing you to jump far away.In order to prevent the birds from stealing the cherries, the owner of the cherry orchard made a cross out of wood, put on the clothes that the family didn't want, put on an old straw hat that was off the knot, and tied it on one arm with a straw rope. Tie a bamboo stick, hang a red plastic bag on the other end of the bamboo stick, put it on the cherry tree, and the dummy flutters in the wind to scare the birds.Sure enough, the cherries in the deep valley were more round and plump, and the color was reddish purple. The cherry trees seemed to be covered with red agate. We found the largest cherry orchard to pick, and the cherries here are all tourists. Go to the orchard to pick by yourself, you can eat whatever you want, no time limit, just buy the cherries you picked when you leave.

I was about to let go of my belly and eat it, but I didn't expect that I couldn't eat too much of this delicious world's best, and my mouth was full of astringency before eating a few. "Sister" reminded me with a smile: "It's almost enough, cherries are hot, eat too much I will get nosebleeds, and I will lose more money if I eat it to take advantage of it!" I couldn't help blushing, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not as exaggerated as you said, you said I eat a lot before I started!" Picking the reddest and largest cherries, while happily walking through the green cherry trees and crystal cherry fruits, maybe we walked too far inside, and we didn’t see other tourists. In the depths of the orchard, there is a forest A small square where tourists rest. There is a high swing on the square. When I was tired from walking, I sat on the swing and ate delicious cherries. My "sister" pushed me from behind. I probably wanted to scare me, but I wasn't afraid at all. I smiled and said, "Come on, buddy, take my cherry basket away. Push it. I'm not afraid. Let's see how high you can push me!" He laughed I grabbed the swing rope and took my full cherry basket: "Hold on to the rope, I started to push, don't cry later, don't beg brother, brother, don't stop!" I rolled my eyes at him: "Hmph Just wait and see!" I firmly grasped the rope of the swing with both hands, sat firmly on the swing board with my buttocks, "sister" pulled my waist back with both hands, and pushed me forward hard, but maybe It’s because his two hands are not evenly exerting force. As soon as he let go, I spun forward and then swung back. I laughed and squeezed him: “Haha, look at your level, you still want to scare people, scare people to death I'm done!" "Sister" rubbed her hands and said, "Mistakes in performance don't count, now you see, don't cry and beg me to stop." The first time he pushed my back hard, Then he quickly ran to the position where I swung back, stood firmly behind me and waited for me to swing past before pushing hard. I swung higher and higher, and the whistling mountain wind blew past my ears, blowing Seeing my long hair flying in the wind, I closed my eyes in fear, feeling as if I had returned to my childhood.How long has it been since I've been on a swing?I remember when I was a child, every fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there would be a tall swing in the community. Every time I went to sit on it, someone had to push it. Either my father or my brother pushed me behind me. I didn’t expect to relive my childhood dream today!When "sister" sits on the swing, I will push him from behind. His back is very strong. Every time he swings to me, there is a faint scent of soap. I have never seen anyone else The man in front of me is so relaxed and happy, "Sister" said: "I haven't felt this way for a long time, it's like returning to my childhood!" It turned out that this scene reminded us of our childhood.

When I sat on the revolving swing, Jiao Yang asked me: "Qiqi, do you know what this kind of swing is called?" I said, "I don't know, it's just a revolving swing, so there's no other name! ""This swing has a very apt name, it's called the dog chasing the rabbit!" "You sit on one end and I sit on the other, and we both run hard, but no one can catch up with the other, right?" "It's so smart!" He sat on the other side of the swing and gave me a thumbs up, and smiled teasingly, "Cut!" I knew he was mocking me, raised his head high, and rolled his eyes at him!

When we went back, the sun was about to set, joy and relaxation accompanied us, and the joy of returning home filled our hearts. We walked briskly, in the breezy spring breeze, in the green mountains, full of flowers and fruits. On the hillside, walking, laughing and talking.The setting sun stretched our backs long, painted our youthful and energetic faces red, the fragrance of rape blossoms on the hillside and the fresh soil breath rushed towards us, although behind us was the setting sun and no one could be seen. There are vast mountains, but I don't feel scared at all. The long-lost feeling of tranquility and solidity has finally returned!

After this meeting, our relationship suddenly became cold for a while.After knowing that he is a man, I don't know how to get along with him.What I'm worst at is getting along with the opposite sex. Now I have many male colleagues around me, but I can't feel their gender at all in pure working relationship with them.When I was in school, I was afraid of getting along with boys. My few friends of the opposite sex were me who just stayed in my position and were myself, and they naturally came to me.If I fell in love with a boy, I would not dare to confess to him, but only dared to like him secretly. Now it seems that the liking at that time was not love, but pure liking. I liked his handsomeness and his basketball skills. Well, I like his excellent homework, maybe after a while I don't think it's so great to be able to play basketball, then I'll like other things again!But judging from my current experience, this kind of behavior is very stupid. Love is about to be spoken out. There is nothing to be ashamed of if you fail to bravely pursue your own happiness, but this is the courage of a 40-year-old woman. When I was in my teens and early twenties, I only dared to have unrequited love silently!

He is different from other people. I used to think that he was a woman, so naturally I would not have love for him, but he was my spiritual sustenance and spiritual leader for a period of time. I relied on and trusted him. It's a very clear fact, but now I can't even rely on me. He is a man with a happy family, and I am a married woman. He is definitely not someone I can rely on.I have never made a serious friend of the opposite sex, so I don't know what position to put him in.He is still thick-skinned, still the same as before, but I know he is no longer the one in my mind, and I rarely reply to his innocuous text messages, and we occasionally chat on the Internet I chatted a few words, but I can no longer talk nonsense freely and unrestrainedly in front of him like before. Maybe it is affected by my changes. I think he has changed too. He has changed in front of me. Care, restraint, and restraint, perhaps, this is the reality, as Balzac said: All human happiness comes from deception.I sometimes regret my recklessness and stupidity, why should I take the risk to uncover the truth?However, what is the result of maintaining the status quo?Am I going to live in a lie all the time?