At the beginning of the year, when I was eating tomatoes in the small vegetable garden on the roof of my friend's house, I spit out the small seeds I planted on purpose. Yesterday, my friend sent a message saying that I could pick it. Some tomatoes look red, but my friends stayed and let me pick them myself, which made me feel a little joy and happiness in harvesting.

It took only three months from planting to harvesting, and from the moment I planted them, they became my concern. In the hustle and bustle of the city, it is full of my little expectations and little happiness. I often water, fertilize and weed with my friends and watch it several times a week. Waiting is really irritating.

Sometimes it's good to just squat there for a long time, as if you can see them grow taller, hear the sound of them drilling out of the soil, and feel that they are happily absorbing nutrients from the soil and growing happily under the moisture of rain and dew and the blowing of spring breeze.

Nature and life always surprise us. Flowers bloom and fruits are ripe. There are lovely purple eggplant, thin pepper, green spinach and leek, heavy melon and my favorite tomato. ...

Colorful and green, especially enchanting, pure and clean, crystal clear, no pesticides, no ripening, every fruit matures naturally under the irradiation of sunlight. With the passage of time, full of joy, gently touch your hand, pick a little of your own happiness, and look at baskets full of fruits and vegetables. This is a happy harvest season.

It's very pleasant to talk about life with friends and gossip occasionally in Xu Lai at night. Hee hee ... I'm thirsty. It's really a pleasant thing to pick some tomatoes, break some tender cucumbers and have a bite casually. It's crisp, sweet and refreshing.