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Garden

cornus Xiaoji II

In any case, that small garden is the brightest place in our home. Although it is not moving, at least it is more than that.

whenever home comes to my memory like a concept, its color is deep.

when my grandfather was young, he built several windows, which were gray-blue and brown. I was raised in this kind of stability and loneliness since I was a child. It is good for primroses to bloom before this background. It won't get so much powder. Although primroses are rare in our place, maybe not, unlike Kunming.

what my great-grandfather left behind was almost black, a kind of black (not to mention blue) similar to the eye rim, which was full of shadows. These shadows are enough to make the flowers in front of the shrine disappear. When the lights are lit at night, we often feel that those big pillars with gray cloth and paint have been stretched out to infinity. There is always a bird cage hanging in the temple, and I believe there is one even now. That green fork is always squinting and catnap (I think it is a philosopher, but it seems too small). Only when the time is running out, it sings for a while, takes a bath, shakes off a small fog and stretches into the sunset light and shadow in the corridor for a moment.

When it rains, all colors are gloomy, such as the patterns of ceiling, wall and paper on the wall, and even pigeons: metal gray, tile gray, ideas and rosy clouds. The benefits of the gem eye only come out at this time. So we waited for the turtledove to sing, and called in our garden. Waiting for a elm plum to touch and drop its broken petals, waiting for the recolored grass.

If there is red on my face from my childhood, it comes from that garden.

my memory smells like calamus. However, there are no calamus in our garden. Where did it come from? What kind of grass is it? This is an unsolvable problem. But I put them together for no reason at the moment.

"baengcao, greenery, sing and listen to the dog." Every child sings like this. Sometimes I do nothing, I lie down, wrap my fingers around its roots, pull it with a power that doesn't show my edge, and listen to the tenacious roots break one by one. This kind of sound can only be heard by the person pulling the grass himself. Of course, I have a grass in my mouth. It is a natural coincidence that the sweetness of grass roots and its water-red color seem to be absent.

the grass is overwhelmed. Sometimes my head moves and the fallen grass slowly stands up again. I watched it quietly for a long time, and when I saw that its efforts were about to succeed, I put my head on it again and shouted "hmm"! Sometimes, don't care, pity its pains and forget it. This kind of character! The grass sometimes scares me. It stretches out at my ears when I look at the clouds in the sky.

my sole is slippery, and the grass has polished it.

don't touch the smelly sesame seeds, it will get all over you. Wow, it smells terrible. Get on your body, don't touch it with your fingers. Brush with a brush. This kind of seed has hooked hair, which is annoying. Up to now, I can't forget it: because I was anxious to catch that "Duliu" (a cicada, which is the best), I held my net, crept and took a shortcut, followed its voice to find it, patted it, and got it. But when I go back, I'm covered in that shit. Think about how many "all escapes" I've caught!

I think Saxifraga has a fishy smell.

the red color on the leaves of perilla frutescens, summer vacation is almost over.

There are often longicorn beetles on that big weeping willow, sometimes one or two are more. They always seem to have a thing to do. Their six feet keep moving, and sometimes they stop. Those moving are two jointed tentacles. We thought that the longicorn beetle was one year old with one node of its tentacles. It's not difficult to catch longicorn by hand, even if it is hovering around the branches, you wait for a suitable place to do it. I often get tired of my neck, but I am seldom disappointed. This little creature is completely like a gentleman who is educated and cherishes his status. He takes his time and never wants to fly, although he has wings. Even if it is flying, it is not far. Once caught, it squeaked and twisted to express its disapproval, but its behavior was still gentle. There are the most longicorn beetles in black and white spots, and there are also extremely magnificent colors. One kind seems to have a little rose fragrance. The game of the longicorn beetle is to watch it go with a thread around its neck. Reminding ... Don't say it.

Crickets have become adult toys. But adults' interests are competing, and we are probably more interested in catching crickets. I have read a book of autumn insects, in which besides Su Dongpo's Minangong, there are many things that the monks of Jidian said, all of which are fantastic and not easy to understand. When I caught a cricket, I couldn't tell whether the fine hair on its neck was blue or cinnabar, and whether its teeth were rice teeth or dish tooth, but I was still so happy. Listen, where? Here yes, here it is! With grass, hand, water, ooh, jumped out. She pulled her hand, pounced, and chased her. Sometimes I'm having a good time outside, and suddenly I remember that my cricket hasn't been fed yet, so I hurry home. Every time I eat a pear, a lotus root, a pomegranate and a diamond, I have to give it a little. I was having dinner when my cricket called. I will hold chopsticks and listen for a long time. After listening, I will smile at my father and be very proud. As soon as you catch crickets, the whole garden will have to turn over. I'm most afraid of digging out that soft slug. But my cousin has plenty of ways. Sprinkle a little salt and it will turn into a pool of water at once.

some cicadas can't croak, so we call them dumb. It is worse to catch a mute than a matchmaker. But dumb people also have a way of playing. It is just right to cover its eyes with two portulaca oleracea petals, as if the portulaca oleracea petals were born to grow into such a small pocket for this purpose. As soon as they let go, the mute kept flying upwards and never turned sideways.

dragonflies choose places to rest one by one, and it's getting late. There is a kind of iron dragonfly with narrow wings, which is called "ghost dragonfly". Seeing it slowly flying in the corner of the flower shade, I don't know what the reason is, and I have an unspeakable sadness in my heart.

I haven't seen any ground bees for years. This kind of stupid guy, I think it also pouts its ass on flowers, which is a bit unworthy, so it is often fooled. Ground bees dig holes in the mud as nests. Watch it drill a fluffy little head out of the hole (it looks like a nearsighted person looking in all directions), hum, and fly out. I sealed the hole with a little wet mud and dug another one next to the original one. Wait, for a while, it dragged its stomach back, looked and looked, found the hole I dug, got in, and looked. No, so I looked around. I'll look at it and laugh for a long time. Or, just watch it go into the hole, plug it with a branch, and watch it come out from somewhere else. It's easy to see the light of day again, so his old man sat by the new gate to rest and blow the wind. Look seems to be a little angry, because by this time has been silent.

Grandma told us not to play with mantis, saying that it ate the brain of the earth valley snake, and it would give birth to a kind of iron snake in its stomach, which would break when it got entangled in the cloven foot. What should I do if I put it in my skin?

Its eyes are like scarabs, flying among flowers on May night.

birds in my hometown.

I wake up in the sound of birds every day. I heard birds chirping from my dream until I woke up. I can recognize several familiar cries, which are called every day, and seem to be on that fixed branch every day.

Sometimes a bird flies into the flower room rashly, so everyone quickly closes the door, closes the window, shouts, clap their hands, throws books, hits with bamboo poles, and even throws their hats into the air. The poor thing had no idea at all, but just flew around on the rampage, hitting the glass and making a spider web. In the end, it was probably taken off from the gap between the two rafters.

In the garden, rice noodles, cooking stoves and bowls and cakes are always dried. Fear of birds coming to eat, put a piece of red paper. For this warning, the birds don't come as usual. I sometimes take off the red paper and let them eat for a while. When I feel that they are too dissatisfied, I will drink and go.

I cried for a bird once. That's a sparrow or a flower. I don't know who I got it from. I was so happy that I picked out the best cage that my father didn't use and gave it a best bird bowl. I put a water chestnut on the chajia and installed two rattan jumping sticks. I was busy for a long time. I got up very early the next day and hung it under the wisteria frame. It's the time when flowers bloom. I think it's the best place in the whole garden. After everything was done properly, I enjoyed it alone for a long time, and I went to school. As soon as I came back from school, I went to see my bird with my book. The cage fell to the ground and broke. There was still half a bowl of water in the bird bowl. "My bird, my bird!" " My father was grafting a peach blossom, and when he heard my voice, he came over and picked up the cage and said, "You hung it too low, and the bird is in uncle's hawksbill." Wow, I cried. My father pushed my head back and said, "Don't be shy, you're such an adult".

one year, there were a lot of night owls in the garden. This is a kind of egret bird, gray, and it is said that the hair on their heads can break the wind. So there is a kind of name, probably because of its sound. There is an old saying in my hometown that this kind of bird often brings luck. I saw them eating and chirping, so I went to tell my grandmother, who went to have a look and said nothing. I remember them, and one day they will go again as if they had come. I tried my best to look at my grandmother's face all the way, from where I came from, from where I went.

I am often the first to find out what is blooming in the garden. I often change the flowers in that copper bottle in my grandmother's Buddhist temple. The reward for this filial piety is always to let me go when there is a need to pinch flowers to offer sacrifices. When my father wakes up, a fragrance permeates the curtains and knows that osmanthus is in bloom. He often sits up, smokes a cigarette, looks at the flowers and thinks deeply about something. In winter, snowy winter, no one in the family has got up in the morning. I often go to the garden to pick some flowers of Bingxin Chimonanthus praecox, then mix them with bright red Tianzhu fruit, thread them into several handles, and put the clear water on a white disk and put them on the dressing table of my mother (my first stepmother) and my second aunt before going to school. When I wear flowers, I serve my maid, Xiao Lianzi, and often watch with a broom. She often wears my flowers on her head.

There is a custom in our country. Whoever walks in the street with pinched flowers can grab them. Every time cousins bring flowers back, they must take a bus. When they come, they have to go to the garden to see what flowers are just right, and sometimes they come specially for flowers. I'm the one who pinched the flowers again. I am happy to do this job. Climb on the begonia tree, plum tree, peach tree and clove tree, and listen to them say "this branch, alas, this branch, come a little more, bend over, well, alas, that's right!" Take a little risk, use a little force, and always do it. Sometimes I also contribute a little opinion, thinking that a certain branch has been in full bloom, and it will all fall on the tablecloth in two days. Although there are not many flowers, a certain branch looks good. Sometimes I accompany the flowers back with them, and I am very happy to see someone look at them on the way. When you meet acquaintances and classmates, you will also give them some on the way.

When you think of hydrangeas, you will always think of a pair of small slippers embroidered with white satin, which belong to a little aunt's room. At that time, we played in one place, and we never called each other by name, not by aunt. It is called this only when writing a note, and when writing these two words, I feel quite funny. I gently opened the curtain, and if she wasn't there, I would have seen these two things. The sun shines in, which makes people feel that the flowers are sucking water, as if they really share the joy of absorbing water. I can sit in her usual chair, just look for a book, find a piece of paper to write something on, or draw a pillow pattern intentionally or unintentionally, and restore everything to its original state without leaving any traces, and then go away. But she can probably find out who has been here. When I meet you the next day, I will point and say, "I don't know." You poked two needles in my shirt, and I'm going to take it off and start over! " That's naturally scary. Those hydrangeas, I almost saw them open bit by bit. When I was reading and doing something, it would silently drop two pieces on the rosewood table. Hydrangea can be artificially colored. Add a little color to the bottle and it will suck into the petals. All the colors look very natural except the red one. We often say that we are new aliens by deceiving others. This is just a game, and what is often offered in my aunt's room is still white. Why do I draw flowers with slippers? It's really incomprehensible. -my aunt is married, and I heard that life is extremely unsatisfactory. The hydrangea is about to bloom, and Kunming is getting warmer.

There was an old greenhouse in the garden, which was managed by a gardener. That gardener seems to be surnamed Xia. Some stories about his pettiness and feud with women are often told by former servants, but I only see that he often comes to ask for money, looking very embarrassed, embarrassed and avoiding people's eyes, especially those who tell his stories. After the gardener left, the greenhouse was demolished with the transformation of the houses in the park. At that time, I knew very few flower names. I only remembered that oleander was particularly red at dusk, and I suddenly got scared again and hurried back.

I love teasing mimosa. Touching all the leaves, I saw that everything was closed. I looked down at my book, stole a glimpse of it opening one by one, and then suddenly came again. They all say it's bad. What's wrong with it?

the lotus is like being planted in Qingming. We eat snails and wipe willow balls, and then we can watch the tenants pour horse manure into several vats and put lotus seedlings on the plates, and then cover them with river mud. We are looking for clams and shrimps in the mud, and we think it is very strange and interesting that these things have moved home so once. When the mud in the jar is dried, add some water, again and again. One day, a small purple-red scorpion emerges from the water, and summer comes. Praise the first flower. When the flowers on the lotus leaves rang, my mother found the umbrella and the small lotus seeds would be sent to me.

the heavy rain suddenly came. A blue flash shone on the locust tree, and I hurried to the firewood room. That's the nearest house to where I live. I climbed up the pile of reeds near the roof and listened to the water flowing down from a height. It was very loud. The hollow old mulberry tree fell down, the grape trellis collapsed, my surroundings became darker and darker, and raindrops jumped on my head. Suddenly I turned around, and two green things in the corner were shining! Oh, that's the old cat I often see. The old cat gave birth to a group of kittens again. It turns out that it is here every time it is born. I saw them saving up for milk, listening to the rain, and the rain gradually subsided.

that Sophora japonica belongs to me alone. I am familiar with all its benefits and know which branch is suitable for which posture. Clouds pass between leaves. Geckos climb on grapes. The apricots are ripe The vine of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb climbed up the stalagmite, which was so dark. A fly in a spider's web. What about spiders? Apriona germari ate a leaf for a long time. Is it a little sweet and tender? It's so lively in Plantagenet, how many bees there are! Bo-,the goldfish spit out a bubble, which broke. In the afternoon, we went fishing for goldfish worms. The yellow pedicel of citron seems a little melancholy, other flowers are floating down, citron flowers are falling down, flowers fall on the grass leaves, and the grass bows slightly and bounces up. Aunt pinched a Zhu Lan, put it on, and went back. My aunt's daughter, cousin, saw herself when she looked at the goldfish. Pomegranate blossoms, magnolia blossoms, and grandma comes. "Don't pinch it, go back and have a look. What's in the bottle?" "I'm coming down, come down and help you."

Sophora japonica is planted on the earth mountain. Sitting on the tree, you can see the Buddhist temple next door. I can't see the house, but the two closed doors, a field outside the door. What years are there in the door? The bells and drums are ringing all day, so leisurely and monotonous. When the door opens, the little nun comes to hug a bundle of grass and beat it twice.