The seventh lesson of the Chinese book in the second volume of the fifth grade

There is a big garden in my home. There are bees, butterflies, dragonflies and grasshoppers in this garden. Butterflies include white butterflies and yellow butterflies. This kind of butterfly is very small and not very beautiful. The beautiful butterfly is red and covered with gold powder. Dragonflies are golden and grasshoppers are green. The bee buzzed, covered in fluff, and landed on a flower, chubby and round, just like a small fur ball, and stopped motionless on it.

The garden is bright, red, green, fresh and beautiful.

It is said that this garden used to be an orchard. Grandma likes raising sheep. The sheep ate the fruit trees, and the fruit trees gradually died. As far as I can remember, there is a cherry tree and a plum tree in the garden. Because neither cherry nor plum bears fruit, I don't think they exist. When I was a child, I only thought there was a big elm tree in the garden. This elm tree is in the northwest corner of the garden. When the wind comes, the elms call first. When it rains, elms smoke first. As soon as the sun comes out, the leaves of elm trees shine. They shine like mussels on the beach.

Grandfather was in the garden all day, and I followed him everywhere. Grandpa wears a big straw hat and I wear a small straw hat; Grandpa grows flowers and I grow flowers; Grandpa pulls weeds and I pull weeds. When grandpa planted Chinese cabbage, I followed him and planed the planted soil nests one by one with my feet. Actually, it's just fooling around Sometimes, instead of covering the seeds, I kick them away.

Grandpa shoveled the ground, so did I, because I was too small to carry the hoe pole, so Grandpa pulled it down and let me shovel it with the hoe's "head" alone. Actually, it's not a shovel, just lying on the ground and hooking it with a hoe for a while. I don't know which is the seedling and which is the grass. I often cut the ears of wheat like weeds and keep the green bristlegrass as the ears of wheat.

Grandpa found that there was still a piece of green grass in the field I shoveled, so he asked me, "What is this?"

I said, "Xiaomi."

Grandpa smiled and laughed enough. He pulled down the grass and asked me, "Is this what you eat every day?"

I said, "Yes."

When I saw grandpa still smiling, I said, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you in the house."

I ran to the house and took an ear of grain and threw it to my grandfather at a distance and said, "Isn't this the same?"

My grandfather called me over and told me slowly that millet has awn needles and foxtail doesn't. Just furry, much like a dog's tail.

I don't look closely, but I just admit it. I looked up and saw a cucumber grow. I ran over and picked it and ate it. Before the cucumber was finished, I saw a big dragonfly flying by, so I left the cucumber to chase the dragonfly. Dragonflies fly so fast, where can they catch up? Fortunately, I didn't mean to catch up, so I ran a few steps with the dragonfly and went to do something else. Pick a pumpkin flowers, catch a green grasshopper, tie the grasshopper's leg with thread, and tie it for a while. Only one leg was tied to the line, and the grasshopper disappeared.

Tired of playing, I went to grandpa's for a while. Grandpa watered the vegetables, and I watered them, but I didn't water them. Instead, I took a water ladle, lifted the water to the sky with all my strength, and shouted:

"It's raining! It's raining! "

The sun is very bright and the sky is very high in the garden. The sun is shining, so bright that people can't open their eyes, so bright that earthworms dare not drill out of the ground and bats dare not fly out of dark places. Everything in the sun is healthy and beautiful. Clap your hands as if the trees would make a sound; Call it once or twice, as if the earth wall opposite will answer.

Flowers bloom, just like waking up. Birds fly, just like wandering in the sky. This bug barks as if talking. Everything is alive. Do whatever you want. Whatever you want, you are free. Pumpkins can climb the shelf if they want, and the house if they want. Cucumber blossoms when it wants to, and bears melons when it wants to. If you don't want to, you won't even knot a melon, a flower will not bloom, and no one will ask. Corn can grow as high as it wants, and nobody cares if it wants to grow in the sky. Butterflies fly at will. One moment a pair of yellow butterflies fly over the wall, and the other moment a white butterfly flies over the wall. Whose house did they come from and where did they fly? Neither does the sun.

The sky is blue, high and far.

White clouds came, swarms, floating on grandpa's head, as if to press on his straw hat.

I was tired of playing, so I found a shady place under the house and fell asleep. No pillow, no mat, sleeping with a straw hat covering his face.