Yi Lishu's floral prose

The spring rain is dense, dripping and soft, attached to this spring and scenery, but tirelessly sprinkled on the earth and blended into the spring mud. Yes, a spring rain and a warmth, I think the spring rain will play the prelude of this spring, and then it will be high-profile! Dear, do you deeply feel the elegance of spring breeze and rain, and moisten things silently? The birth of all things, the symbol of life recovery; Spring, agriculture and aquaculture are at the right time! The grass is full of vitality, showing great vitality, green eyes and green cuteness; The trunk is still spitting spores, and the tender branches and leaves are wrinkled for a long time, lazy, like snuggling in the arms of lovers, comfortably bathed in bright spring and warm spring breeze!

Spring blossoms in March, which is a good time for a spring outing. It is really full of spring, bright eyes, flowers and tea, and tourists are weaving, leaning down and enjoying audio-visual entertainment; Raise your hand and be at ease!

Spring is here every year, which makes me feel a lot. Outside the wall of my old courtyard is a pear tree planted by my grandfather. As far as I know, it has lived for decades, experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, heat and cold, and accompanied grandpa, dad and me for three generations! I usually take care of this old pear tree in our family, so I have formed a deep affection with it.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the trees are full of pears, as white as usual. When the wind blows, the petals and fragrance of pears are wrapped in wind and rain and scattered all over the floor. In a blink of an eye, the pear blossoms recede, and the green pear leaves grow, which are oily and smooth, and the soft luster is the smallest eye. In a few days, pear leaves will grow up gradually, and countless pears will be dotted among the lush leaves. Perhaps it is because of its popularity. Surprisingly, the number of pears is very small in some years. At this point, the pear can finally grow into a sweet, delicious, detoxified and beautiful pear.

When I mentioned my old pear tree, I was most impressed by the interesting and touching stories told by my grandfather when I was a child! Looking back now, I still remember it! Speaking of the story under the pear tree, we must first talk about the little-known past that Grandpa experienced.

Grandpa was very brave when he was young. He left home at the age of nineteen and went out to make a living alone, thus supporting his family by himself. Grandpa is also a great man who is good at words, and the whole country knows it. Even the stories told by grandpa are more vivid and interesting than those in books, which makes me feel that the stories told by grandpa are wonderful and full of imagination. I remember that whenever grandpa tells a story, his expression is always calm, so that people who listen to the story can wait quietly.

Grandpa is hardworking and simple. He settled down at the age of 30 and relied on his own efforts. At that time, although the family was very poor, after years of hard work by my grandfather, life was fairly comfortable. Grandpa often said, "The wind and water turn, so I don't believe I can't get over it." He is busy every day, charitable, neatly dressed, clean and simple. Especially treat people sincerely and kindly, and be kind. Later, grandpa was recommended, filled out the form and joined the party early. Later, when he became the director of the rural peasant association, his reputation was greatly improved and he was thriving. Until he left office, he went to the neighborhood Committee as a commission agent for several years, during which he worked part-time as the director of the kiln factory. I heard from my grandfather that in his spare time, he kept his old job, picked up the skills he learned when he was young, knitted baskets and tied brooms, and made them exquisite and durable, which made the neighbors praise my grandfather for his dexterity.

Grandpa raised four children, two children and two women. The eldest son is a production captain, and the youngest son, my father, is called the "old monitor". My two aunts got married very early. When my aunt got married, my grandfather planted this fruitful old pear tree outside my yard. It is said that when my sister-in-law got married, my grandfather also planted a jujube tree. There is a saying that jujube flowers are small and strong. It's just that this jujube tree has been used as wood for furniture now.

Grandpa dotes on his youngest son and naturally dotes on his grandson and granddaughter. In the story told by grandpa, let our brother and sister look forward to the grass pond in spring; Bright stars in summer; Golden wheat fields in autumn; Outdoor travel in winter; There are also joys and celebrations in festivals. Day after day, time flies. The tender branches and new buds of the old pear tree are easy to jointing and grow happily. Unconsciously, I have grown taller and bigger. Old pear tree is naturally my best friend and confidant!

In spring and summer, the breeze is slow, the bright moon is in the sky, and frogs sound everywhere. The old pear tree stands quietly under the starry sky, smelling of pears. We waited by the old pear tree as promised, listened to grandpa's story and soon forgot to come back! I clearly remember that grandpa told a story about a poor man. There are three brothers, chopping wood and growing vegetables, hardworking sweat and the joy of harvest! Grandpa's thinking is clear and coherent, and his speech is lively, interesting and fascinating. Although I didn't know what labor meant to me at that time, I listened carefully. I like riddles and telling jokes best. Grandpa casually told carefully prepared riddles and funny jokes, and we were fascinated, and laughter spread far and far. I think if you meet passers-by, you will laugh! Childhood is hide and seek, teenagers are strings, then food, warmth and happiness at home! I fantasize that one day, I really grow up, have my own career and partner, have a loved one, have an old pear tree outside the courtyard wall and so on. I want to live happily with them, share every bit of every day, and keep it in my heart forever.

"Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people." On the way to school, it is my pear flower; In grandpa's story, it is like the curtain of a dream; In the prints I grew up in, it was like an idyll. It is so warm and pure. Witnessed an ignorant teenager's process of getting rid of poverty, from optimism to maturity, from hard work to take off, from reading and practicing to moral education. Grandpa and the old pear tree have integrated into my life, inspiring and spurring a generation. Are all positive energy in my life!

After many years, Sanskrit has fallen into the world of mortals. Looking back suddenly, when I was young, it was like dancing lightly and butterflies flying! I remember every time I go home, I never forget to stop and look at it under the old pear tree. Over time, it is fixed in my heart like the scenery on the internet, soaring like a dream, making people better and better.

Time flies, and now I have chosen a job and have a good life. There is only one way to work, and I know that haste makes waste. Ten years to sharpen a sword, ten years to sharpen, I am pure and sensible, honest and brave, diligent and pragmatic. I believe that one day I will meet my own sunshine, Wan Li.

Today, the old pear tree is still alive, but my grandfather's back is hunched, my father is old, and I have grown up and reached the marriageable age. I finally know the meaning of "thinking about change when you are poor"! I want to sincerely praise the old pear tree and my growth!

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." During traditional festivals, people who sweep graves and worship their ancestors are in an endless stream. Every year at this time, I have to go back to my hometown to pay homage to the dead in the spirit of heaven. By the way, I pray to protect the older generation and enjoy peace. How many times have I stood by the old pear tree at home, I have been focusing on the dazzling green pear leaves in front of me; How many times have I flinched and become complacent? I was really fascinated and forgot its existence. I think this may make the living people feel the beauty of life and the peace of death in this world more! It may also make the world feel awe! However, I finally understand that my deep love for it is like an old friend, a bosom friend, a legend in the wind.

A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Through spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are distinct, and I still feel full of spring when I come back. But things change, and it's a pity that youth is easy to get old. As the saying goes: flowers will bloom again, and people are not young. The glitz of a lifetime is fate after all. Life is hard, but I like it. Not afraid to attack, not afraid of travel risks, as long as you are willing to climb! Wait until you pass the vanity fair of life, then you will be flat and calm again!

Winter goes and spring comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. March is full of flowers, and the unique pear fragrance in Su Ping has left me a precious memory for life!