The story of Xiao Hong and her grandfather in the garden

My grandfather lived in the small town of Hulan River. When I was born, my grandfather was over sixty years old.

There is a big garden in my home. There are bees, butterflies, dragonflies and grasshoppers in this garden. Butterflies include white butterflies and yellow butterflies. This kind of butterfly is very small and not very beautiful. The beautiful butterfly is red, covered with gold powder. Dragonflies are gold and grasshoppers are green. Bees are buzzing, covered in fluff, and fall on a flower, fat and round, just like a small fur ball.

Grandpa was in the yard all day, and I followed him around. Grandfather wears a big straw hat and I wear a small one. Grandfather planted flowers, I planted flowers; Grandpa pulls weeds, I pull weeds. When my grandfather planted Chinese cabbage, I was behind him, smoothing out the planted soil nests one by one with my feet. In fact, it's just fooling around. Sometimes, instead of covering the seeds, they kick them away.

grandpa shoveled the ground, so did I. Because I was too young to carry the hoe pole, my grandfather pulled it off and let me shovel it with the "head" of the hoe alone. In fact, it's not a shovel, but it's just lying on the ground and hooking it with a hoe for a while. I don't know which is the seedling and which is the grass. I often cut the ear of grain as a weed and keep the green bristlegrass as the ear of grain.

When my grandfather found that there was still a piece of green bristlegrass in the field I shoveled, he asked me, "What is this?"

I said, "Millet."

Grandpa laughed and laughed enough. He picked the grass and asked me, "Is this what you eat every day?"

I said, "Yes."

I watched my grandfather still smiling and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you in the house." I ran to the house and took an ear of grain, threw it to my grandfather at a distance and said, "Isn't this the same?"

My grandfather called me over and told me slowly that millet has awn needles, but green bristlegrass doesn't. It's just hairy, much like a dog's tail.

I don't look closely, but I just admit it. I looked up and saw a cucumber grow up. I ran to pick it and ate it. Before the cucumber was finished, I saw a big dragonfly flying by, so I left the cucumber and chased the dragonfly. Dragonflies fly so fast, where can they catch up? Fortunately, I didn't mean to catch up, so I ran a few steps with the dragonfly and then went to do something else. Pick a pumpkin flower, catch a green grasshopper, tie the grasshopper's leg with thread, and tie it for a while. Only one leg is tied to the thread, and the grasshopper is gone.

tired of playing, I went to my grandfather's place to make trouble for a while. Grandfather watered the vegetables, and I came to water them. But instead of pouring water on the vegetables, he took a water ladle and tried his best to lift the water into the sky and shouted,

"It's raining! It's raining! "

The sun is very big in the garden, and the sky is very high. The sun shines brightly, so bright that people can't open their eyes, so bright that earthworms dare not drill out of the ground and bats dare not fly out of dark places. Everything in the sun is healthy and beautiful. Clap your hands, as if the trees will make a sound; Call once or twice, as if the earth wall opposite will answer.

the flowers are blooming, just like waking up. Birds fly, just like wandering in the sky. The bug barked as if it were talking. Everything is alive, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, all free. Pumpkin can climb on the shelf if it wants to, and climb on the house if it wants to. Cucumber will bloom a flower if it wants to, and a melon if it wants to. If you don't agree, even a melon won't knot, a flower won't bloom, and no one will ask it. Corn can grow as high as it wants, and nobody cares if it wants to grow in the sky. Butterflies fly at will, a pair of yellow butterflies fly from the wall for a while, and a white butterfly flies from the wall for a while. Whose house they came from and where they flew to, the sun doesn't know this either. Only the sky is blue, high and far.

I was tired of playing, so I found a shady place under the house and fell asleep. No pillow, no mat, put a straw hat over your face and fell asleep.

(This article is selected from Xiao Hong's Biography of Hulan River)