The old tree

In life there are always some memory for people to forget, she is like a cool summer wind gently blowing; and as the sun shines in my heart; and if a piece of green in the heart of flash fresh. I often miss my hometown grandma at home in front of the old tree, it give me many happy childhood, it gave me the childhood many tender feelings, it gave me a lot of warm childhood, it gave me many childhood reveriesteel storage cabinets.

My parents are very busy, they give me to grandma. Grandma tasks besides cookingSamsung Note 3 cases, is to our grandchildren. Grandma let us big brother, sister, sister to play with little brother. Grandma’s house and house are thatched cottage. The old tree in the front room and the southeast, few people can embrace. The wheat heading, old tree will open up the sweet white. We do brother, sister will climb a tree or get a ladder pick flowers, brother and sister are in the following to the basket with flowerswaterproof iphone case. They look at us in the above said to us: “you can’t eat.” We can ignore them, secretly into his mouth some good, tender, clean the pagoda. We in the tree is said to them: “you do not eat.” They will pick some flowers sent to her mouth. We picked half basket tree flowers for grandmother, grandmother or dumplings or flipping sophora flower cake reward usscrapbooking storage.

During the day, we are in the home on the night of play, the old tree, we Wai hearing her story in her. Grandma shaking Pushan told us folk legend. I’m rarely remember her legend. Now I only remember one – it was Wu Gang and the goddess of the moon. Whenever grandma telling the legend, grandma interest is very high, and said Wu Gang and goddess in the moon. I am very curious. Grandma said: “usually you cannot see them, only in August fifteen to seewittspartners.” When in August 15 the Mid Autumn Festival, I always without blinking an eye staring at the moon, I hope to be able to see Wu Gang and the goddess of the moon, I can not see how someone. I always say: “grandma, I can’t see them, that Wu Gang and the goddess of the moon?” Grandma always refers to the month shadow said: “take a good look, is that Wu Gang is cutting the sweet scented osmanthus tree with an axe! It is the goddess of the moon hugging Yutu!” I can only believe her words. But I often ask some fantastic problem grandmother: “grandmother, how do you know that Wu Gang, the goddess of the moon? The sweet scented osmanthus trees grow wellWomen fashion, why does Wu Gang want to cut the sweet scented osmanthus trees? The goddess of the moon and Wu Gang eat or not? The moon is only Wu Gang and Chang two people? Wu Gang, is it right? Very handsome? The goddess of the moon is it right? Beautiful? The goddess of the moon have a son and Wu Gang, have a daughter?” At that time, I do not know the goddess of the moon was the wife of Hou Yi. Grandma rarely answer me, just say: “Dear grandchild, when you grow up, you will naturally understand!” How I hope to grow up, by plane on the moon have a look, I wish I had wings like a bird to the moon to see. Sometimes I would look at the distance flying birds, automatic speaking asked the bird: “the bird you is it right? From the moon, you see Wu Gang and goddess in the moon? You and Wu Gang the speech?” Childhood that grandma in the folklore, happy to spend. I always think the sky is beautiful in the moon.

Now the old tree home because of one of my uncle house matter already planing, grandma died three years ago with a day. Now the old tree and grandma only in a dream and they meet, but the old tree and grandma will not disappear in my heart. Because they give me joy, give me warm, give me the wonderful time. Especially grandma let me grow wings of imagination. Always have this picture in my mind: grandma sat in a few people can hold back under the tree, waving the fan, I sat beside her. Is listening to her say Wu Gang and Chang,,,,,,, grandma in the laughter, the old tree also laugh, we laugh, laugh too sweet,,,,,,.