I went out and walked around. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info grandmother's house was originally a little behind my uncle's house. But now, the familiar white house has changed its owner. A chubby little boy was crouching in front of the door in an open space full of broken firecrackers, picking up firecrackers that hadn't exploded. The old cherry tree in front of the door had been cut down, and only a short stump remained, and the shocking scar on the stump.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother would wash the cherries in a basket made of thin bamboo strips whenever the cherries were ripe. The red cherries are piled up in pale blue bamboo baskets, put under the faucet and rinsed and eaten. The bright red cherries stained with water droplets are so sweet that they have been thrown into the depths of the years.

Speaking of cherries, I suddenly remembered the interesting story of Ma Xiaoyue copying my homework many years ago. At that time, he bribed me with "Old Master". Unexpectedly, the matter was finally revealed. He didn't change the content of the rest himself, but he turned out to blame me for his dead face. In the end, though, he kept his promise.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth. When I turned around, I realized that the boy who was picking up the firecrackers was looking at me curiously. I smiled at him and turned and walked down the path.

It used to be my grandmother's vegetable garden. At that time, because my aunt's cousins and cousins were much older than me, and my uncle got married relatively late, I didn't have any playmates when I was at my grandmother's house. But at the time, I didn't care at all. Under the cherry tree in front of the door, in the vegetable garden next to the house, in the woods outside the garden, in the brook in the woods...... There is no place that is not my paradise.

When I was at home, I was afraid to go to the river to play. Therefore, I am generally not allowed to go out. Grandma's family didn't have this concern. I can run around as much as I want.

A ladybug fell on the leaves of the fat pumpkin, and I would be curious for a long time without moving. I counted the dots behind it, one, two, three, four, five, and watched it flutter its wings and cheer and fan a small gust of wind. For a five-star ladybug, a pumpkin leaf may be a green desert. It could see the vastness of the desert, but it didn't have the patience to measure the next step in the scorching sun, so it fluttered its wings and flew away.

As soon as the five-star ladybug flew away, a cyan grasshopper suddenly popped out of the lush blades of grass. When it doesn't move, you'll think it's a piece of grass that has fallen on the road. The colors are simply the same. But if you look closely, you'll see that it's a grasshopper with long, slender legs and leaf-like wings.

Walking through the vegetable garden is the woods. It's cool in the woods, and it's two worlds away from the sun. There is green shade everywhere, and occasionally there are hoarse cicadas, but they are very trance-like. It's like a sleeping dream, real and illusory.

The sound of the water was heard with the sound of tinkling and a small stream winding down the middle of the forest. The water in the stream is cool, and it tastes slightly sweet. The edge of the water, which is particularly shady, will have filamentous petals. Although the flowers on the other side are not very fragrant, the appearance of the flowers is beautiful and tight, not to mention the delicate and slender petals, that is, the red color is enough to arouse people's poignant and beautiful imagination.

Crabs are often inhabited in the streams. If you move a stone, one or two figures walking sideways will flash in the water. At that time, I also caught some and put them on the concrete floor of the hall to compete. But where can the race succeed! They walked and walked far away. Often you occupy my track, and I occupy yours. They are kept in pots, but often they are just put in the pots, and after a while, they crawl away on their own. I didn't dare to cover the basins with something, for fear they would suffocate to death. Fortunately, there are a lot of crabs in the stream, so I'll catch two more if I don't have them. Once, I caught a female crab in the stream, and the lid on her belly had been opened, and many small transparent crabs were crowded under the lid of the female crab, waving their tiny legs like fluff. I carefully put the mother crab back into the water, for fear that one of them would accidentally kill the transparent and fragile little ones.

I stepped out of my memories and quietly looked at the creek that had become a weed paradise. If I hadn't lived here more than a decade ago, I wouldn't have believed the beauty of this place. But now...... I took one last look at the decaying landscape and walked slowly down. Except for the fact that there are fewer trees, there is no difference in the forest. The damp path, and the crawling moss growing on the side of the road. The emerald green knotted weeds like bamboo poles were still growing peacefully, and I pinched one of them, playing with them one by one, just like I did when I was a child. The joints that bite each other are pale yellow patterns, and when you pull them out, they look like small flowers that came out of a pencil sharpener when you were a child.

Walking and walking on the main road. Through the sparse branches, you can see the blue sky. I was very impressed by this road, and my friends and I had to pass through it every time I went to school. At that time, it was rainy in the spring, and when it rained, I was lazy and didn't want to go to school. Then I was always reprimanded by my grandmother. She packed my school bag, grabbed my umbrella, and drove me to the main road in front of the door. As soon as a child I knew appeared on the road, my grandmother took me to school with her. At that time, a large stretch of chestnut forest was planted on both sides of the road. In the spring, the chestnut trees bloom and hang all over the branches. Due to the rain, the chestnut blossoms were stained with a slightly damp rain, and when they accumulated too much, they crackled and fell, hitting people's heads, and a fragrant coolness. Sometimes the birds hiding in the flowers and trees will make two calls, and the call is delicate and moist with rain. After one or two thin bird calls, there will be one echo after another. The birds were noisy and noisy, turning the silent morning into their own paradise. They screamed and screamed, letting the spring come out of their gentle mouthpieces. I touched my red and swollen buttocks, sobbing and walking on the way to school, sad for my grandmother's cruel slap just now.

I couldn't help but laugh when I thought about it. Walking slowly, I walked around the house unconsciously.

Two days passed quickly, and we went home with the big bags and small bags that my uncle stuffed us.

When I went to bed at night, I suddenly had a strange dream. In my dream, I became a small peppercorn, growing on a tall pepper tree full of spikes. I hung on the branches, looking at the familiar little piece of heaven in front of me day after day. Gradually, the heat passed, and the cool wind blew. I felt the change in my body and couldn't help but look down. This look, I was stunned. A pair of sharp scissors is being inserted.

"This year's peppercorns are ripe early. It's already red. "In a trance, I heard a familiar voice. Who is it? As I thought about it, my eyelids grew heavier. Finally, I fell asleep.