On summer night, a fire suddenly appeared above the lawn. People saw the faces of aunts and uncles shining in the light of the fire.
Yesterday, it was sunny. Aunt Lin on the ground floor seized the opportunity to take out the quilts and blankets for drying.
The sun was warm and lyrical on Sunday. I sat in bed and ate the breakfast made by Aunt Meng.
You can see those charming aunts, carrying vegetables, carefully, as if carrying a small piece of past time, as if carrying the past of a country.
Aunt sunflower is the kind of person who has only one idea in her mind. She has a hard life.
The chicken soup in Aunt Li's hand hit the ground, and the Thermos Pot rolled around the ground, and the chicken soup flowed out along the gap.
At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Zhang called to ask if she would go back for dinner. If she did, she would go to the supermarket to buy some beef bones.
It's easy for their brothers and sisters to quarrel with each other. Auntie Zhang's hair is very white in the middle.