House

We live in a 1925 house. From the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the garden, first there are tulips, which grow next to the weeds and weeds after the winter. It is still at the end of April, and then the oak tree in the northeast corner of the yard begins to sprout. Although there are still cold seasons from time to time, the tender buds are shrunk and stretched. , Unknown white wildflowers and clover sprang from the freshly mowed lawn under the tree. One day, I cut tomatoes in the kitchen to feed the tortoises returning from hibernation. I didn't realize that the rose was already filling my side, and the yellowish house was behind me. The wall was covered with wisteria under the window on the second floor, and white roses also hid from the branches of thyme. On the precocious raspberries, the thin fluffs were faintly moistened in the morning dew, and the large petals of violets hung among the irises.

The steam from the coffee machine in the kitchen is overflowing in the gurgling sound, pour half the height in the pink bowl, the sugar cubes at the bottom of the bowl are spread, add milk, milk from the refrigerator, just stir them well and put them in the microwave, turn on 500 watts for a minute and a half, the previously sliced ​​bread jumped out of the toaster, onto a plate that was cleaned from the dishwasher in the morning, scraped the quivering butter with a knife, and coated the browned bread On the core, I used a spoon to scoop honey onto the seeped butter layer, dip the milk coffee in front of it, and fill it in my mouth, the honey is sticky, the butter is plump, the coffee is mellow and the charred bread is kneaded together, He picked up the bowl again and slowly poured in a small sip of hot coffee, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

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That morning, when I got off the bus at the station, I saw the back of the bakery across from me in pajamas, with floppy blond hair, and the glass door was condensed with water vapor.

We were in the house eating hard baked macaroni sprinkled with grated cheese, waiting for chestnut cakes on a winter night, waking up in the morning with coffee melted chocolate doused in layers, smearing three kilograms of duck with honey and apricot jam, Playing crossword puzzles in front of a candle-filled Christmas tree, listening to Tido and Eneas on a dusky winter afternoon, cooking asparagus and Korean rind, making 31 jars of strawberry jam, reading Medea and the Little Mermaid by the hammock, sprinkled with golden Cherry pie with white flowery frosting.

After high school, I took self-study in the evening. On the way home, I saw cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard.

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