After the dream, I caught the scent of ripe lychees in the garden. In the morning, I felt nostalgic for a series of distant memories. When I was a child, my mother carried a heavy basket of ripe lychees on her shoulders, on one side was a basket of red lychees, on the other side was me sitting and munching on each lychee. That image reminded me of my mother's hardships, and at the same time aroused in me the love of motherhood.
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