Red strawberries in May last

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Morning off work, I bought a half kilogram of strawberry.
To the food market when I saw a peasant woman squatted street corner, stood in front of the basket strawberries, ground cloth where there is some small bit of strawberry. I went to the basket side and asked: "How much pound of strawberries?" "2." She replied me. "There is no bigger one?" "No, Strawberry Park, a quick stop, this is the last remaining."
I watched the little strawberry, and left. I go east for a while, trying to buy some big points, but not found. I had returned, and bought strawberries that peasant woman.
Back home, I put the strawberries on the bowl, wash water, on the dish,. I took out my digital camera, Kacha Kacha, keep the beat. I'm going in May last red strawberries, stay in the memory.
I know that next year, eat strawberries, I have not the people this year.
Photo copy good, I draw a view, and thinking about: What a plate of strawberries one by one bright Hongyan, much like ordinary days, with sorrow and grief in sweet. It reminds me of the initial two people love, love, the man is what you do in the hands of red strawberry? Look at all like endless, enjoy the time, but also sweet and sour taste
After many years of memories, such as red strawberry like a first love that, it is still delicious. That feeling, nice!