Memory - the old locust tree in the old days_800 words

Reminiscence - the old locust tree

Time cannot be turned back, but the past can be recalled. ——Inscription

I was born in the Lu family and grew up in the Lu family. This is my hometown. I have a little connection with her.

Once upon a time, there was a tree in front of my house; now, it seems to exist only in my dreams.

The old locust tree is very tall, about tens of meters. It is also very wide and requires several people to hug it around the tree. The branches are lush and there is a good place to block the light. Birds also seem to have discovered this good place, and they all come here to build nests. This old locust tree has grown so big since we moved here.

The old locust tree has been with me for most of my childhood. She gave me so much pleasure.

When I was young, I often invited all the children from our neighbors to come to our house to play. The only place we would pass by was this old locust tree. It seemed to have magical powers and would always attract people. The friends ran to the tree laughing. You look at you, I look at you, there seems to be a connection. Climbing trees again. Everyone is gearing up, shaking their hands, stamping their feet, moving their heads, everything is ready. This was a dangerous thing after all, so we took mattresses from our respective homes and placed them under the tree, just in case. Speaking of which, this old locust tree has saved other people's lives! One of my friends climbed up a tree and couldn't get down. He was so anxious that his feet got loose and he fell down. At this critical moment, the branches of the old locust tree caught the companion's clothes, which was really thrilling. After this incident, my family set a rule for me: "No more climbing trees."

Although you can’t climb trees, haven’t you ordered anything else yet? The best place to enjoy the shade is next to the roots of trees.

I often sit by the tree with a book, which is really leisurely. From time to time, I can sleep against a tree, and the chirping of birds is not annoying anymore, but pleasant.

Everything is unsatisfactory, and one day we will be separated.

When it is moved away, the former place will be razed to the ground, and the old locust tree will not be spared. I left that familiar place, the friends who had been with me for many years, and the old locust tree that accompanied me in my childhood. Grandma said; she was also reluctant to part with him. After all, as time goes by, there will always be feelings.

After many years, I made a special trip there last year to have a look. It’s not far away, it’s all in the Lu family, and it only takes about ten minutes. All that was left was a thick, wide tree stump covered with dust and dirt. Nothing was built on that land, it was just an empty flat land. I stroked the old tree stump and counted the growth rings on it. They were densely packed and full of rings. I couldn’t count them very clearly. There seemed to be more than twenty rings.

Nowadays, I often dream about the joy of the past in my dreams. Perhaps, I can only meet the old locust tree in my dreams.

Recalling the past can always reveal a lot of joy. Sometimes, we wish we could turn back time, but I think we can keep it in our hearts and chew it slowly.