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That morning, I went to the street to hang out and bought some daily necessities by the way. Near noon, I took a shortcut around the alley to go home. Tricycle was parked in the alley. An old couple squatted on the roadside selling muskmelon. The green and fresh muskmelon looked very attractive, which made me stop to watch, put it in my hand and put it in front of my nose, then I smelt the special sweet smell, which reminded me of the melon and fruit involved by the Vine beside my mother’s vegetable garden when I was a teenager, so I wanted to buy some home to taste. When the dark and thin old man saw that I wanted to buy melons, he told me that the old couple were in good health, and their children and grandchildren were living their own good life. They didn’t need the old couple to look after their grandchildren any more, and they couldn’t help themselves, the wasteland was opened at the door, the vegetable field was not small, and the vegetables could not be eaten up, so we planted muskmelon with a little place beside the vegetable changou, which was to prepare the family members to eat, unexpectedly, the yield was unexpectedly high. Apart from giving food to their sons and grandchildren and tasting by neighbors, there were many more. The old couple came together. It was a pity that they were rotten. It was better for the old couple to sell tricycles one by one, it’s cheaper for everyone to eat. Farmers think it is not a pity to eat the planted things, and it is a sin to spoil them. While listening to him, I stretched out my hand to pick up some bags and said that after paying the money, the old lady next to the old man pushed over a large bag of blooming masts, the white petals and green leaves were stained with glittering dew, and the unique fragrance covered the fragrance of muskmelon. The old lady said, “there is a large mast flower beside the vegetable field, there is a large area of white flowers in every season, and the neighbors at the door can’t pick up the flowers without the masts, It happened that the muskmelon at home could not be eaten up, but it was a pity that it was rotten. The old couple had nothing to do at home, so they sold the muskmelon out. When the old man went to the vegetable garden to pick muskmelon, the old lady went to pick up two big convenient bags of masts and put them on the tricycle. If anyone who bought melons liked them, she could take some home casually. People who pass by without buying melons can take it if they are willing. While nagging, the old lady grabbed the mast flower and put it into my convenient bag, saying: take it home and put some water in the bottle, put it inside and put it on the table, it will be very fragrant. I said: so many, can also be sold. The old couple smiled, with a simple and even shy look, and said: We farmers are looking for money in the soil. After all, muskmelon is the seed they bought, and it takes a lot of effort to pull out the grass and finish the vines, it was a pity that my family couldn’t finish eating it, so I pulled it out and sold it. The masts grew by the vegetable garden many years ago. It rained and seedlings grew in the soil. We didn’t care about it and had no capital, don’t sell it, give it to others, give it to the person who buys melons. Carrying the sweet and cheap muskmelon I bought, holding the mast flower presented by the old couple, watching their wrinkled dark but cheerful smiling faces, I seem to see more amiable and respectable old people, and feel the vicissitudes and hardships of their whole life. However, although they are old now, they are healthy and open-minded. In fact, they use their eyes to stare at their faces, and use their hearts to feel their simplicity. They will definitely not say the words of giving roses to others and leaving lingering fragrance in their hands, but because their hearts are filled with gratitude for life, the world and others. Thanks to gratitude and contentment, they happily sent the fragrance to many people who were more comfortable than them but had been groaning without illness. Their health and smiles are the most beautiful and fragrant flowers in the world. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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