The sunshine is just right, the breeze is not dry, and the flowers are brilliant.

In recent years, I feel that the town where we live has omitted some seasons. In the past, I thought there were four seasons in a year. In recent years, I don't know whether it's because of the increase in age or that I pay more attention to the weather. I feel that there are two seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter, summer and autumn, and the watershed is May Day and November Day every year, which is very obvious.

The May Day holiday is over, and the flowers and plants in the yard are competing for each other. In this day when spring and summer meet, the breeze is not dry, the sun is just right, flowers are in full bloom, and the mood that is moldy by the continuous rainy season is suddenly enlightened. I am catching up with the sunshine before the long summer, washing and drying, farming and planting, Shan Ye, fields, roadsides, courtyards, red and white, pink, purple, honeysuckle, enchanting late spring, gorgeous early summer, beautiful time and most importantly.

At this time of the year, the little girl always stands by the fence with a small basin and a small stool, picking the blooming flowers and enjoying them. After picking it, put it in the sun to dry, and then put the fragrance of her hands under my nose and her father's nose, so that we can smell her fragrant little hands.

The flowers in my house seem to keep pace with the times. In the continuous rainy season, they don't bloom so well. Shortly after the festival, all the longevity flowers are in full bloom: red, rose, pink and light yellow ... Zhu Dinghong is also in full bloom with amazing flowers: some flowers stand tall, some just broke out of the ground and are orange and light pink ... Last year, the leaves were completely frozen by a low temperature day. Under the support of the big umbrella canopy below, it took only a few days to bloom clusters of rose-red flowers ... Begonia had already bloomed in the rainy season, and it didn't move in when it bloomed because it didn't live here at that time. The flowers that have been drenched by rain are a little bleak, and they have only passed the pavilion for a few days. This time, just like a quarrel, it was full, fresh and green ... bloody.

Because we don't live in Sri Lanka every day, flowers bloom and fall, as long as our neighbors see us coming or clean up the fallen leaves outside the hospital, they will take the initiative to go to the hospital to watch and pick some varieties they like to take home for planting. My husband and I are also happy to cut or dig different varieties for them and introduce our immature breeding techniques.