A duck egg

In the afternoon, I poked grass with a stick on a cement plate near Grandpa's yard. When the sun wasn't hot that day, and the wind was not cold or hot, and the sun was leaning into the courtyard coal shed, Dad came in with a white bag, and I was crouching down on the floor and asked what was in his bag, and Dad said, "The duck egg." “What's with the duck egg?” I didn't stop and stick my hand and ask, "Oh, it's summer. Dad went into the kitchen and answered me. It's the first time I've ever made a link to a duck egg, and I'll know it later。