Shuxiade's childhood composition

Childhood composition under the tree 1 In my grandmother's yard, there is a tall and straight jujube tree. This jujube tree is very old. My grandmother said that this tree has existed since childhood, so in my young mind, it is the king of trees.

Grandpa keeps several boxes of bees in the yard. On weekdays, I never dare to go near the hive. I just stood at a distance and watched the golden insects crawl in and out. I went to ask my grandmother, "Why are those bugs so busy?" Grandma smiled and stroked my head and said, "That's them picking honey!" " "I asked again," What is honey gathering? " Grandma didn't answer, just said, "You will know next spring. "Wait, wait, spring has finally arrived, and I saw the bees fly to the jujube tree. Is this honey gathering? I also found a straw, and like a bee, I put the straw into the stamen and sucked hard. I didn't smoke nothing, but choked myself.

When I was older, my father bought me two chickens and two ducklings to keep at my grandmother's house. Every time I go back, I will take a hoe, dig up the soil under the jujube tree, and catch the earthworms inside for chickens and ducklings to eat. After I dug up the soil, the chicken turned itself over and pecked it up to eat. Although I was very tired, I thought they were happy and tired, so I threw them away, but I always left a few alive, cut off the melted earthworms and let them regenerate, hee hee!

I don't know why the jujube tree suddenly grew so fast that it never stuck out of the courtyard wall, so I thought: so many leaves need pruning just like human hair, so I found a pair of scissors and wanted to step on two chairs to help them cut off the extra branches and leaves. As you can imagine, I not only fell down, but also taught my grandmother a lesson. Hey! I can only blame myself for being naive at that time!

Zizyphus jujube tree, the "king of trees" in my memory, bears the innocence of my childhood and bears witness to my innocence.

Childhood composition under the tree 2 Childhood is colorful, it is a cloud, flying high, as if it were the happiness and sadness of childhood. The interesting stories of my childhood are deeply imprinted on my mind.

Under the willow tree, several little girls moved stools and sat down. I, Song Yilin, Jiang Keru and Wei were laughing and talking about common things in my family, such as buying a Rubik's cube. It was so fun. My mother lent me her mobile phone for four days, but it was very interesting in our eyes.

The leaves were rattled by our hearty laughter, as if playing beautiful music. We have all studied musical instruments, "la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.

Suddenly, the heads of several children got together and whispered something mischievously: "Ah! Rock, scissors, cloth. "A man lost, but he didn't complain. He covered his eyes with his hand. Everyone ran away like crazy, not like a quiet girl at all. There is silence now. Where did he sneak off to? Alas! You could have hidden it, but after the other person asked, did you hide it? "Hide!" It was exposed.

School started again in a blink of an eye, and my homework weighed me down. I just concentrate on learning every day, and gradually mature, and the command work will never be done again. However, how much I miss my childhood laughter and interesting games!

Dream smaller, relive the innocent childhood again, carefree, carefree.

Ah! Childhood with fallen leaves under willow trees.

Childhood composition under the tree 3 "Hey! What are you doing? Come and play! "Frequent calls remind me of the scrawny old tree in front of my hometown.

It is an ancient locust tree, and its twisted body seems to be telling the sadness of the years. The fish-scale rough bark has left traces of time, and it is also a witness that it was mercilessly hurt because of building a house, leaving a deep pit where it grew, leaving a mark of my childhood there.

"Ha ha!" A burst of laughter through the transparent glass, embedded in the depths of my mind, as if smelling the quiet fragrance again.

In the morning, birds chirped, and the fragrance of Sophora japonica penetrated through the thin clouds and entered my nose. I was fascinated by the fragrance of Sophora japonica. My friends and I came to the old pagoda tree, and we laughed happily around it. There is a breeze blowing, and our greedy bugs are hooked by a faint fragrance. We started to hook the locust tree.

A bold boy climbed the old pagoda tree with everyone's expectation. He can gradually hold the locust tree. Unexpectedly, because of a moment of pride, he slipped and fell from the tree, and a dog chewed the mud. Seeing this scene, we all laughed heartlessly. The boy who fell didn't cry, but laughed with us.

Later, the adults came, picked up the hook and began to get busy. Our children are happier, holding pots and shoveling pagodas, and the tender pagodas fall down one by one. At that moment, it was like heavy snow.

At home, the adults turned Sophora japonica into all kinds of food like magic. At that moment, everyone's face was filled with a happy smile.

But now that the locust tree is gone, our childhood is drifting away. Although the old tree was cut down, I have left it in my heart and it has become an indelible memory in my heart.

I grew up in my grandmother's house. There is a big and tall old elm tree outside her yard. The old elm tree witnessed my growth and spent a happy childhood with me.

In early spring, the ice and snow just melted, and the old elm tree was eagerly covered with dense elm money. Little friends often gather under the tree, eagerly watching the branches covered with elm money, and several older ones climb up to pick them. Grandma saw it and was afraid of danger. She always called us down and found a long pole to give us money to eat. Sometimes she washes the money and steamed it with hot rice. But we always think it's better to choose by ourselves.

In the hot summer, the old elm tree holds up a big umbrella for us and also holds up our happiness. Every day, many friends enjoy the cool under the tree and play games. In the evening, grandma often sits under the tree, does needlework and tells me stories. I lay quietly on my grandmother's lap, counting the twinkling stars and listening to touching stories, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In autumn, elm leaves fall one by one, and the grass under the tree turns yellow gradually. We swept the leaves into a pile. At night, we lit leaves and everyone jumped around the fire. Sometimes, we catch crickets in the hay under the tree, see who catches the biggest, and then have a fight, not to mention how happy we are to win.

Winter came, and the ground was covered with a silvery white carpet. Based on the old elm tree, we made a cover, had a snowball fight, had a snowball fight, and everyone chased each other. Snowballs and silver flakes are flying all over the sky, and laughter is floating in the air. When the snow is heavy, we prefer to make a snowman, with pepper as the nose and coal as the eyes, and then put Little Red Riding Hood on it, and a lifelike snowman will be made.

Under the old elm tree is our paradise, and time flows quietly in laughter. In a blink of an eye, I went to primary school and returned to the city. I miss my grandmother very much, especially the old elm tree in my grandmother's house. In my dream, I often go back to my grandmother's house and meet my friends under the old elm tree.

Childhood composition under the tree 5 There was an autumn rain last night, and the land was slightly muddy. This time, I came to visit the old pagoda tree.

The locust tree was once planted in a corner of the yard. Its trunk is a handful thick and ten feet high, which is thicker and straighter than other trunks. There is cracked bark on the trunk, just like wrinkles on the face of a weather-beaten old man.

In spring, I am eager to see the buds of Sophora japonica sticking out from the wrinkled black branches, hoping to find the buds from the small leaf buds as soon as possible. In summer, Sophora japonica blooms, revealing a little whiteness from the green leaves. Pick an entrance, replace it with full sweetness, and I can't bear to suck it, quietly leaving the fragrance of flowers to bees. In autumn, after the autumn rain, Sophora japonica fell to the ground. I held them carefully, sprinkled them gently in the river beside the house, and flowed away with some expectation. Occasionally, in the afternoon when the sun shines on the earth, I lean under the locust tree, count the remaining flowers with my eyes open and wait for winter with my eyes closed. Winter came unexpectedly, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the locust tree after the snow, as if it were back to summer, with only a little less green. Wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, I reached out and touched the increasingly rough tree of the old locust tree in the wind, sighed and left the cotton-padded clothes to the old locust tree.

In this way, my childhood passed away in the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I grew up and gradually had shallow wrinkles on my forehead. My gentle face gradually disappeared, and a little sharpness shone from those clear eyes.

Parting and growing up came in one breath, a little caught off guard.

The day I left was midsummer and windy. I waved, and the old locust tree waved, crying and falling together.

At that time, the old pagoda tree was covered with green leaves and looked like a green mountain from a distance.

Childhood, a happy and interesting period, childhood, a carefree memory! Like Sophora japonica, it exudes a faint fragrance in my mind.

But now, the dead wood and branches are still dark, and the remaining body is still tall and straight, but the autumn rain without falling flowers is somewhat unsuitable.

Whose child's fire burned my childhood?

Looking up at the sky, I opened my eyes wide and my tears condensed like crystals.

Through tears, it is a fallen flower.

Childhood composition under the tree 6 "Childhood" depicts colorful stories with crayons, sings the ups and downs of life with cheerful songs, and dances the richness of life with beautiful dances. But my childhood is inseparable from the big mulberry tree in front of my house. It was my childhood friend.

One day my mother went to work in the field and came home to cook for me at night. I ran out of edible salt at home, so I went to withdraw money to buy salt. Suddenly, I found that the money was gone. My mother asked me, "Did you take my money?" I said, "I didn't." My mother said angrily, "I work in the fields all day and put money on the table." You are the only one at home. Will money fly away with wings? " We quarreled endlessly, so I left home in a rage. I walked to the big mulberry tree in front of my house. I held it in my hand and shed sad tears. I thought, "Why, why doesn't my mother always believe me? Uncle, grandpa, tell me why every bad thing says I did it. Do you know how hard it is to be wronged? " .

It's getting dark and the wind is blowing the leaves of mulberry trees. Listen to the sound of rustling. I really want to hear Grandpa Dashu say to me, "Good boy, hurry home. Mom is still waiting for you to eat at home. Don't cry, hurry up, wipe your tears and go home. " Then I heard the footsteps of "Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock". I feel very wronged. Suddenly, I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears.

Mom and I are ready to go home. I turned to look at Mulberry and thought, "Mulberry is really my bosom friend. Listen to my complaints every day." In the bright moonlight, I snuggled up in my mother's warm arms, as if I saw Grandpa Sang, who seemed to bless us, and I also blessed him …

Ah! Childhood under mulberry trees, I have many unforgettable childhood.

Childhood composition under the tree 7 Outside the yard of my old house, there stands a majestic tree. This is a "buddy" when I was a child. Its branches are thick and upright, and its roots and branches extend obliquely upward. In spring and summer, the green leaves of trees always rustle with the laughter of friends. Sunshine always lengthens and shortens its shadow. Children are jumping under the tree.

That year, I was six years old and played badminton with my good friends. I'm catching the ball under the tree. At this time, my partner served fiercely, and I felt that badminton was about to hit my face. I dodged with a bang, and with a whoosh, the badminton was hit by her in the tree! The trees rustle like a naughty little doll saying, "Hee hee! Let you not get it! " We are angry and ready to climb the tree and take down the badminton. But none of us can climb trees! At this moment, a voice said, "I'll climb!" "Oh, it's little red. I thought, "Isn't Xiaohong unable to climb trees? Fear of heights again! Forget it, forget it, badminton is still very important! "So we made a way.

Xiaohong is a little nervous. She puffed up her red cheeks and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she rubbed her hands, first pressing one hand against the tree, then pressing the other hand against the tree, then hugging the tree with both hands and feet, then alternately moving one hand up and the other hand, and then hugging the tree. Xiaohong, like a caterpillar, moved her legs up again, one after another. At this time, there are many small branches on the trunk, and another one grows at the top of one small branch. Badminton is also there. Xiaohong was just about to reach for it. When she saw a bug flying around the tree, she let out a loud cry of "Ah" and wanted to come down, but she was afraid to come down, for fear that her hand would fall off as soon as she let go. I saw it, so I took a stool from home, stood on it, and said to Xiaohong, "Xiaohong, you jump down and I'll catch you!" " Everyone laughed, but I didn't know what was wrong with everyone. I said in that childish voice, "Xiaohong, come down quickly!" "Later, everyone called Xiaohong Dad, and Xiaohong came down smoothly.

Although many years have passed, I still remember it clearly.

Childhood composition under the tree 8 "Hey! What are you doing? Come and play! "One phone call after another reminds me of the bony old tree at the boss's door.

At that time, an old pagoda tree, twisted human body, seemed to explain years of sadness. The roots as hard as fish scales have left traces of time, which is also proof that it was ruthlessly destroyed because of building houses, leaving a deep grave where it developed and leaving traces of my childhood there.

"Hey hey!" Waves of laughter passed through the transparent laminated glass and placed in the deepest part of my heart, as if I smelled the quiet fragrance again.

In the morning, birds chirped, and the fragrance of Sophora japonica penetrated through the thin clouds and entered my nose. Smell my smell. My friends and I went to the old pagoda tree, and everyone smiled briskly around it. There is a breeze blowing, and everyone's gluttons are hooked by a fragrance. Everyone has just started to hook the locust tree.

A brave boy climbed up the old pagoda tree with everyone's hope. He could hold the pagoda tree slowly. Unexpectedly, due to his sudden spring breeze, his foot slipped and he rushed out of the branch and fell into a dog's face. Seeing this, everyone laughed casually, but the boy who fell down not only didn't cry, but laughed with everyone.

Then everyone came, took out their hooks and began to get busy. Everyone's children are happier, holding pots and picking up Sophora japonica, and the tender Sophora japonica floats out. At that moment, it was like snow falling all over the sky.

At home, adults turn white Sophora japonica into various ingredients like magic. At that moment, everyone's face was filled with a happy smile.

But now that the dragon claw locust is gone, everyone's childhood is getting farther and farther away. Although the old tree was cut down, I have left it in my heart and become an indelible memory in my heart.

There is a tree in front of my hometown, a tree bearing too many memories.

It is older than my grandmother, and it is very strong. The wrinkled dry bark has long cracked, and it is covered with tree holes of various shapes and sizes. It is not as elegant as willow, as tall as fir, and as noble as camphor tree. However, it shed brilliant sunshine on my childhood. In spring, it is flourishing and I like to breathe fresh air. In autumn, he was fruitful, and I looked at the green fruit greedily; In winter, it is silent and breeds life; In summer, it ... goes back in time to that year.

In summer, cicadas are the most representative animals, which are found on almost every tree. It is also our favorite. Can't wait to dig out a transparent bag, wire and a slender branch from home and start making cicada nets. I pulled open a pile of leaves, knelt on the branches, wrapped one end of the wire around the branches like a snake, then pierced several holes in the mouth of the bag, passed through these holes back and forth, and then put the other end of the wire under the wire on the stick and circled several times. So a simple cicada catching net was made.

I held a treasure-like net, hunched my back step by step, walked slowly around the branches and walked towards the big tree. Stepping on the hole in the tree and climbing the branch, the monkey jumped up, sat on a fork and listened quietly.

Suddenly, I heard a brisk cicada. Looking inside, a brown cicada with golden luster is lying on a green leaf, grabbing the leaf comfortably and looking at the blue sky, completely unaware that it is trapped in the encirclement.

I crept slowly on the branch, stretched out the net, snapped it on the branch, and Zen hit the bag like a cow, trying to escape.

Catch the cicada, put it in the center of homemade Xiao Mu, hang it on the balcony, listen to its endless barking, and call out a good time.

Sister Feng, wake up and listen to me. I quietly disrespected Grandma Tao!

Maybe it will be a peach tree full of fragrance. In that tree full of life, maybe a little ant will crawl into your heart and share its childhood with you. Autumn is the season when all things share fruits. I can jump up from time to time, pick my favorite fruits, rub them on my body and eat with my mouth open. This is a place that left me memories, and I can't forget it.

That day, I sneaked out while my father was not looking. In order not to let my father find out, I slipped on the peach tree. When my father came down to look for me, I couldn't find it. I playfully kicked a few feet on the peach tree to lure my father to come over and hide behind the thick branches to tease him. Suddenly, my feet didn't stand firm. "ah!" It fell down. After being discovered by my father, I flew to my father's beer belly like an arrow, and beat him upside down.

Summer has arrived, and under the protection of "grandma", I can't feel the breath of summer. When I was about to fall asleep, I felt that a patron saint had been protecting me. That kind of feeling is like Sister Chun's hand irrigating every little life. That kind of refreshing, much more comfortable than in an air-conditioned room. Even if it rains, "grandma" will help me to stop it from "hurting" me. Just like dad protected me.

If I am too thirsty, she will also give me new fruit to eat. I will rub my body and eat fresh and sweet fruit with my mouth open. This is much more delicious than the one on the market, because it was planted by my grandmother.

Childhood is gone forever, but I still miss the good memories of that time and that old peach tree.

Childhood composition under the tree 1 1 Lying in bed and looking at the dazzling lights on the roof, I can't help thinking that I am not dazzling, but I have a unique and happy childhood under the big poplar.

"Why do you want to plant poplars?" "Because our surname is Yang." "Why are we surnamed Yang?" Grandpa smiled without a word. "Why is there a cherry tree next to it?" This time, Grandpa's eyes were softer: "It represents you!" I stroked the rough trunk with my tender little hands, and my face was full of innocent smiles: "Although it is so high, it is not as big as me, is it?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Much older than you." Looking at the towering trunk, I was instantly occupied by an unspeakable majesty.

It should be a gray and cold sky, but white snow flowers are flying and slowly falling on your hands. It's cold and winter is coming. ...

At the door, I sat on the threshold and watched the falling snow quietly. ...

The next day, early in the morning, I came to my door, dragged my feet through knee-deep snow, and came to a strange place-covered with poplars, and only a thin layer of snow covered the earth. The only special thing is to look up slowly along the trunk. On the dense branches of poplars, snow-white ridges are crumbling, and snow blocks slowly slide down from time to time. I flew up and rushed to the house, still hiding a little panic in my heart, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints on the white land.

Since then, I have often used poplar as my safe haven. Although I can stay in a comfortable room, it lacks the unique joy under the poplar.

Poplar is a symbol of my childhood happiness. I will always remember that its embrace was the beginning of my towards the distant. ...

Childhood composition under the tree 12 After so many years, you are still standing there.

Silent old banyan tree, I still can't forget your branches and leaves swaying in the wind, my childhood good playmate.

In those years, I liked climbing on you best. I grabbed the trunk and climbed to your biggest branch three or two times. I rode on it and shouted excitedly, "ride a big horse, ride a big horse!" " "You are my Malaysia, running and not sleeping. As soon as I fucked you, grandma ran out and looked up and shouted, "Be careful, little darling, don't fall down." "But I don't care what grandma says. That branch is crawling. This branch is sitting and jumping around the tree like a monkey.

One day, grandpa had a whim and made a swing frame and hung it on your trunk. I sat on the swing and swayed, and the wind blew through the leaves. I giggled as if you were laughing, but I just couldn't hear your voice. Every time I swing alone, I fly high and feel someone pushing me behind my back. I thought you were pushing me. Later, when I grew up, I knew it wasn't you, but I still thought it was you.

Gradually, the weather became hot, and grandpa and I enjoyed the cool in your shade. Your branches and leaves are more lush, like a big umbrella, covering the whole yard. Grandpa took out two chairs. Grandpa and I were under your canopy, enjoying the coolness you brought. It's always very lively next to your swollen roots, and the ants move into the tree hole, and the team is vast; Occasionally a cicada falls under the tree, so I quickly pick it up and look up for the cicada on the tree. Grandpa said, you are their home. I touched you and said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I want to live in a tree, too." The laughter of our father and grandson will echo around you.

The stars gradually ran into the sky, and the moon cast mottled light and shadow through the branches. Grandpa took the chair back to the house. It's time for bed. I looked at you, and you shook your branches and leaves as if you were waving to me, and I couldn't help waving. ...

Big banyan, you are the source of endless interesting things in my childhood. Although I am far away from you now, I will never forget those years of playing with you wherever I am.

Childhood composition under the tree 13 The leafy jujube tree is only a fruitful tree in the eyes of others, but it is my best playmate and the most beautiful memory in my childhood.

Whenever I am free, I always take a chair and a table to rest under the tree. When the breeze comes, the leaves of jujube trees sway gently and rustle. I always fall asleep in this rustling sound. Or bring a plate of melons and fruits and taste the sweetness of the pulp. The sunshine shines on me through the cracks in the leaves, which is warm, as if I were in the arms of sunshine and jujube trees.

Autumn is my favorite season. Because all the dates on the jujube tree are ripe. Dare not climb to the jujube tree to pick dates like boys, only dare to beat dates with bamboo poles under the tree to eat. After a while, a basket full of dates. Pick one up and put it in your mouth. Jujube meat rustles and is sweet, just like a honey. After eating jujube meat, if you don't want to spit it out, just put it in your mouth. Holding a basket in hand, so many dates are envied by others. However, I am a generous person, and each partner sends ten. Seeing the happy smiles of my friends, I also smiled happily.

In fact, this jujube tree also made me suffer a lot. When I was a child, my favorite thing was to swing. I begged my father to put one on the jujube tree. When the swing is installed, I often sit on the swing to eat dates and play on the swing. Once, I was playing happily on the swing. Who knows, the branch tied with the rope suddenly broke, causing me to accidentally fall to the ground. Pain makes me grin and I can't shake my head for a long time. After that, I never dared to swing again. I've been worried that the tied pole will fall down and have another big fall. Besides, that pole is made of iron. If it hits you on the head, it's over.

When I was a child, whenever my grandmother came to my house, I was so happy, because my grandmother was handy! Always use different methods to make dates: candied dates, jujube cakes, jujube soup ... I am very satisfied. And I will never get tired of eating. At that time, I was immersed in a happy time full of dates.

Years passed and I grew up, but the jujube tree disappeared in my life, but it was hard for me to forget the leafy jujube tree.

Childhood composition under the tree 14 Every autumn, when I eat a bumper harvest jujube tree, I always think of the jujube tree in front of my hometown and the unforgettable childhood next to me.

"Childhood dreams are colorful dreams; Childhood songs are joyful songs; A string of childhood footprints; The stories of childhood are piled up. " Singing this song, childhood scenes are displayed in front of us, so pure and so real. ...

My hometown is in the country, and a jujube tree stands in front of the door. The autumn wind blows, and the green jujube is not as red as the face of the child who was beaten in Qing Wu before. From a distance, a string of dates is like a string of candied haws set off by green agate, hanging upside down on the tree, very beautiful! There are many children with long and thick sticks in their hands. When no one was around, they rushed to hit the branches with sticks, and the red dates fell. When I was young, I stood by and watched my mouth water. I have no choice. I'm too small to reach. Angry with me, I threw stones everywhere and even laid a few dates. I am so happy that I am busy picking it up. Swallow a full stomach of greedy insects and put them away for preservation, but they will soon go bad.

Every day when I am free, I lean against the tree, or watch the scenery, or read a book. Leaves sometimes fall with the wind, fall on books and become bookmarks, so thin, very neat and natural. Books also have the fragrance and fragrance of dates. Jujube also clinks with the wind, like a wind chime in the distance. ...

When I grow tall, I can climb trees and pick dates from them to eat. This has also become a kind of fun in childhood. With the passage of time, the tree and I have been deeply in love for a long time. Leaning against the jujube tree is like leaning against my father's arms, which is very warm. Although jujube is not as graceful as willow, I still love the jujube in front of my house, perhaps because it is simple, perhaps because it has feelings!

Jujube has become a part of my childhood and the most beautiful page in my memory. Every time I think of jujube trees, the innocence, joy and beauty of childhood are displayed in front of me. That beautiful childhood, that dear jujube tree ...

Childhood composition under the tree 15 Sunshine Jin Shanshan, sprinkled on every corner of the strip, is filled with the flavor of happiness, more charming with flowers. The osmanthus tree in front of my house carries many memories, and my face is warm, and the feeling of touching the scene has swept the whole body.

Time goes back to a summer six years ago. In my memory, the sunshine at that time was as warm as it is now. That year, I was only in the second grade of primary school. At that time, there was no computer, only going up the mountain in the morning and fishing in the afternoon. It seems that every day is repeated, but I never feel bored.

What impressed me the most was the osmanthus tree in front of my house. I often ask my grandmother, "What kind of tree is this?" I asked, pointing to my black arm. "That's a osmanthus tree, which will bloom in August and April of the lunar calendar." Grandma said lying in the sun, stretching comfortably from time to time. "Can you remind me when it blooms?" I looked at the tree that was much stronger than me and asked. "In fact, I don't need to remind you, you will know." Grandma smiled. That is, from then on, I often looked up at the tree, always worried that I would miss the scene of flowers. And grandma always likes to look at me and laugh behind my back.

That whole summer vacation, I didn't wait for the flowers to bloom, and gradually forgot the time of the flowers. Finally, on the National Day, I smelled the flowers and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus hiding under the leaves.

I can't catch the years as fast as quicksand and let them blur each other's faces. After that, day and night, I missed a lot, missed every time when osmanthus was in full bloom. But every time I see this osmanthus tree, I will think of many memories of my childhood. I slept under the tree and woke up in bed in surprise.

Life is beautiful, and I smile from time to time in my memory. Everything in my hometown is the same as before, but no boy will stand under the tree and wait for the flowers to bloom.