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 two heavy baskets on her shoulders, one side was a basket of ripe lychees, the other side was me sitting and gnawing 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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