Reading this passage reminds me of that ordinary afternoon, which is also a warm time. I wrote this passage in a circle of friends:

And teacher Zhang's Flowers and Distant Places are the "living" reality.

And Mr. Zhang's flowers are acacia flowers on the roadside.

This flower has an excellent characteristic, which can be used for cooking ... So under the condition that Teacher Zhang loves and does not destroy the branches, all kinds of romantic jumps, jumps, drags and picks ... Finally, I filled my coat pocket ... I am very happy to take pictures of such an excellent gentleman. As soon as Teacher Zhang heard that I wanted to take pictures, she immediately avoided all kinds of cameras. ...

Far away from Mr. Zhang, I walked on the dam that was stolen for a long time. Walking on the dam in the afternoon, watching the breeze blowing through the treetops, watching acacia flowers, watching people crossing the bridge ...

Miss Wang's way of "keeping in good health" is omitted here!

Such a picture may be what everyone yearns for, and there are many happy tears left for me.

My parents divorced when I was very young, and I wandered around in my relatives' homes without a home. At that time, I longed for a home, a warm lover and watching the flowers bloom and fall together …

Perhaps it is God's blessing that such a beautiful afternoon often appears in her husband's daily life …

That day, I wrote this passage jokingly in my circle of friends, but I can feel the preciousness of this happiness in my heart.