Childhood Interests｜Grandpa's Hanging Garden

If you want to ask me where I was when I was a child, 80% of it was on the top floor of my grandfather's house, the semi-open-air garden.

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Mengxia has long vegetation and trees around the house to help sparse. All the birds are happy, and I also love my cottage. - Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas"

In the summer garden, cicadas chirping and birds chirping, and vegetation flourishes.

My grandfather turned the babbling metal iron door latch, washed the clothes by hand on the stone table, and I started watering the flowers beside me. Sometimes the garden has an uninvited visitor: a spider, and I'll take a water pistol and shoot it down the path he rappels.

My grandfather waited for his clothes to dehydrate, pulled out the folded bamboo reclining chair, and closed his eyes in the sun, while I squatted among the flower pots, watching ants, snails, or butterflies.

While my grandfather was drying his clothes, I would use a mop to clean the dirt and footprints on the ground to restore the ivory white of the tiles. There will be obvious differences between the tiles that have been dragged and those that have not been dragged. If I have to step on the road that has already been dragged. To get back to the door, my grandfather, who observed my plight, would burst out laughing.

Autumn Moon

The snowflakes are cut out and goose yellow, and the golden millet thousands of bran and grits are exposed. It seems that how big it can be, how can I get a lot of fragrance? -Yang Wanli, "Ninglutang Muxiong"

Grandpa likes to put sweet-scented osmanthus in the glasses box in the evening, saying that it is to give to grandma who is cooking.

I learned to ride a bicycle by myself. I am nostalgic about cycling around the top floor. Before we could go downstairs for dinner, my grandmother came up with a tray and played a "drive-thru" game with me, and went around the window to the window. Take a bite after a meal.

Autumn is the season for viewing the moon. Adults gather on the top floor to barbecue, listen to music, and chat. After all, the garden is more lively at night.

winter storage

The white stone of Jingxi emerges, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet in the empty green. —Wang Wei, "In the Mountains"

In winter, the weather is cold, the water vapor is heavy, and it even rains frequently. My grandfather will dispose of the clothes as soon as possible, while I will take the time to pick up the fallen leaves and put the leaves in the (grandpa's) wooden mashing bowl in the hut on the top floor to make the so-called "chlorophyll essence". , and then put it back into the pot, it seems that it can bring the cost of winter to the plants at low temperature.

On winter nights, without the garden as a place to go, I would watch a series with my grandmother, accompanied by ancient cakes and hot drinks at the entrance of the alley, and spend the winter quietly.

spring

When people are idle, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moon rises and the birds start to sing in the spring stream - Wang Wei's "Bird Singing in the Stream"

A quiet winter, countless quiet nights, ushered in spring.

As a child, I returned to the sky garden like a secret base and continued to blow bubbles and dream.

In addition to the regular "official duties" in the garden, my grandparents and I would also go out for an outing, or bring our favorite plants to flower markets and flower festivals to decorate our garden, hoping that those flowers, plants and trees will continue to accompany our grandparents and grandchildren in every season.

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