Garden memory

Tribal grandfather had a garden at home is affixed to the main room with a brick wall of a hollow 垒成 Shape of flower beds. In the childhood memories, the flowers are not enough to look beautiful and blooming, the flowers are immersed in the heart can not tell the attractive and fragrant.Main room is a brick wall with green, gray tiles roof pressure, a slide five, three generations lived in a natural all people. Grandfather grandmother lived in the east with the two, the garden front of the house in them, directed at the main room and the corridor between the East house. A similar passage like ivy vines dance merrily, are constantly, without the slightest dark and terror.My day visiting here, looking at the house feel mediocre, flower garden on which it is looked and looked, climbs the brick back and forth the edge, not willing to leave.Mother told me that the house is covered ancestral grandmother. Seniority from generation to generation people dizzy, and with great perspicacity to know, was my grandfather's father and the grandfather are both brothers. Two brothers and father is a text scholar, his family was very like a general, Qude is landlord's daughter.Distressed married the daughter of old father involvement, to his daughter in a store somewhere in the end of Chuang Tzu in the food, the daughter that sold to the food, it would only afford to build this house, packed up neatly in the courtyard. Resting at the time, also had considered imposing enough.louis vuitton fashion purses 
Species are mostly garden flower, put a few potted above, remember that a pot of Begonia, pot rose, a very common species. Impression that the clubs have been forgotten on, I only remember from the peony flower with a pair of the most beautiful.Flowers are pink, bud flush on the cracked stained camel girl, pleasant to the eye is the charming, elegant and refined with clear air. This is just something else Xie flowers, also saw a couple of days, under the rain, again, children have zero petals on the ground, the vine is not a petal left, people feel bad. "Yan Zhilei, phase stay drunk, when heavy, naturally life holocaust." Grow up, I read a poem that used to describe such a cluster that is most appropriate that the peony. That have scattered like the petals of many Americans and the rouge tears dripping down, want to keep people long drink, but unfortunately can not stop time, such as flow through, never came back, only hate the rain Without an End.There are two tall yard jujube, encircle thick, Results of a jujube. In front of them one in over the summer with cicada V, dense, bright in the leaves of the proudly squeaky date, dates, some vertical pressure of the branch, Tracy to play into the door of each child's eyes . From time to time there will be leftovers scilloides A pair of moths to fall to the ground, looked up and see a big green thumb scilloides as hanging in the thicket, the leaves and leave out the sun shining between them, most are clearly induced people. So often will find a small wood, tiptoe to a rush to go You a swing that scilloides. Met regardless of the adults, any children always Tong Qian Pu date, and this generation of children how to prevent students are grateful for what the dark. Fall collection dates, the grandmother would call me and tert quietly home to help pick scilloides brother, he can eat enough, sending each a pocket before leaving dates. At the time I really hope time slipped away quickly, so I'll get a pocket big red dates.Pounced children jumped in the yard to play, much sweating, thirsty, summer even more. Grandma's church house there is a gray jar, full of cool, the container of boiled water. One to two to go, let me touch on a thief, and thirst, they went to the jar before the legislature kicker, enough with the long-handled spoon, scoop a spoonful into his mouth to drink the water delivery. Grandma looked, glanced and said nothing. Go drink water, but the thick soles of the feet step on two bricks, it is left in memory also not move to move the warm, accompanied with that memorable summer cool boiled water, but the most beautiful and sweet.Years later, I realized, who should be grateful for a grandmother to a boil. I remember the house in the East kitchen, she sat curled up on the futon, the head of one of the gray bar with two laps blue handkerchief, looked at Zaotang eyes tight, pull into a wind box patter sounds. Steaming stove in the red fire burning, flames licking the kitchen sprang to face, grandma will be in the top of a cylindrical hanging a kettle, incidentally Liao water. When the large pot to the heat coming out dth, she opened the lid will be a smile, Sheng on the meals for the family. Chi Chi in the water in the kettle to open, and Grandma would rush over, poured water into a jar in the. Not just me, every play that the children will also drink a pyrotechnic gas smoked cool boiled water, just do not know whether the feeling of a different kind of sweet.Garden master grandfather rarely appeared outside the battles of his youth, worked a career, a group of old retired home to see their grandchildren became the greatest wealth. He stayed in the room, sent for her grandchildren, stopping, not let him scurry about, properly set firmly guarding. He sat on the couch, his eyes, shook himself, stroking the goatee, children and grandchildren around the knee ah, the old to the music than this. But, boys and teenagers sometimes have to hurry stopped, full house, going round in circles, straight hole drilling wished he could jump off the wall.louis vuitton leather luggage Han Qu Shu, the Spring and Autumn changes, I do not know the flowers in the garden opened in memory a few years. I only remember a day when the garden demolished, the flowers are instantly gone. I like to see his grandmother gave me a pot of Begonia, flowering pomegranate red, very likable. I could not stop thinking about those flowers, which in the end gone? Searching to find you, it was transplanted from the peony to an aunt, had not seen it open flowers, it was not certain death was. Then I regain consciousness in a vague way that it never again appeared that the grandfather took in that garden flowers.Grandfather had gone outside the house of his grandmother in growing mushrooms.Along the corner piece of land enclosed by brick, covered with a thick seed coat of cotton, mixed with bacteria. Over time, Maxine Hong Kingston's umbrella-like mushroom to take out, pick down, they make a delicious family favorite dishes.Grandmother had sent her mother a basket this mushroom, so far, mother and I have often lamented, tut tut, how so fresh, so delicious it.The house was dim, the air sank into a little pressure on people. I have ventured increasingly into the room in the house and saw a wall of green grass the old paper bag, containing some of Letters. I almost trembling hands Niechu a letter to the distance that is the home of his second son, his most affectionate letter to his grandson. He and his grandson Xiangyixiangwei seen the photos together, sticking grandson wearing a hat, smile and a look of pure, brilliant; he does, serious, hale and hearty, his eyes look very far. Grandson in the letter tell of the feelings of his miss, which one is: Grandpa, I miss you.Transit will be relocated when the twenty-first century, one day, grandfather and grandmother lived in a house in the sound of rumbling forklifts fell, where once the garden was transformed into the street. Soon, a wide, flattened the village concrete road before and after dredging in two parts, connected from the other villages, extended to the distant place. Only one left my grandmother lived alone in guarding this place for generations. Witnessed death many times have all the bearish clutch for the elderly, she sat under the tree Sophora japonica Street side of the road, with calm eyes looking at all sorts of people coming and going quietly. North-south people, ah, when you walked hurriedly through here, you know: you step on the soil under the concrete road retains the fragrance of a flower garden, through the years of dust, the Pan children live memory, fragrant, and never fade.