Listen to my mother’s story

Listening to my mother, they used to have a long, all-in-one home. The long alleys were twisted and twisted, and it was a paradise for her mother when she was a child.

The walls on both sides of the alley can be painted in chalk. The children always graffiti on the wall with chalk. The wall is like a big blackboard, and the children have left a trail of growth.

My mother said that in the summer, the alley is very cool because it is narrow and the sun is not shining. At this time, people will always move the chair, take the fan, and chat while enjoying the cold in the alley. They often talk about some trivial things in life and seem to never get bored. The children are playing hide-and-seek together, rolling hoops, jumping rubber bands... Uncles fanning, talking about the game on TV, and discussing which sports star is the best...

In the winter, the north wind whistling, and the people in the alleys were scarce. A strong wind blew and the fallen leaves danced. In the alley, it was very quiet, and the windows on both sides were closed. In the eyes of my mother, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, early morning and evening, the hometown of the alley is always the most beautiful!

Second day: Zhang Xiayi