Once, grandma, who just knew how to use her mobile phone, showed us the vegetable garden at home with wechat. Looking at that piece of green vegetable field, my mind inadvertently hooked back to a few years ago.
There is a vegetable field in grandmas back room. It is said that at the beginning, it was only open space, and the neighbors discussed and formed small vegetable fields one by one. After nearly ten years of hard work, it has changed into a model with a sample. From top to bottom, the garden reflects the hard work of grandparents. There are fences made of branches around, well divided areas in the ground, and all kinds of vegetables everywhere. At first glance, its really the sparrow, though small, has all five internal organs.. Here, however, is my childhood paradise.
I was not very busy before, so I would come back to stay in summer vacation. I have nothing to do. I follow my grandparents every day. After getting up in the morning, the sun is already dazzling. After dressing slowly, having breakfast, I go downstairs to play in the vegetable field.
The hot and dry summer makes the cicadas keep chirping and everything seems to slow down. But now the plants are growing rapidly. Spring has just been planted, but it has become green. When I went downstairs, grandma always didnt know, so she hid in the doujiaoteng and called grandma to look for it.
Watering plants is my favorite thing to do. In the bucket, Grandpa just drew water from the well. Its bright and clear. I often pick up a ladle of water, and let my own strength to sprinkle a ladle of water, which is always sprinkled everywhere, grandma will come to stop me when she sees it. I had to fetch water for grandpa after I was collected. When I press the water well, I cant press much each time, and grandpa can only press a few barrels of water. I always wonder why my strength is so small. After pressing the water, we need to lift the bucket. Grandpa can lift two buckets with a bamboo pole alone, but I cant lift a bucket.
Once upon a time, I was exhausted after running to help Grandpa finish the water. Sitting in the front porch, the trees above cover the hot sun, leaving only shade. When the wind blows, I lie down and feel sleepy again. It wasnt until lunchtime that I was woken up by my grandmother. The afternoon after noon nap is another pleasant scene. Sitting under the stone platform in the front yard, grandma fans and chats with other families. I rely on grandma to read a small book and enter another fantasy world of story.
From spring to autumn, winter solstice to summer, year after year. Grandmas vegetable garden is becoming more and more prosperous. This small vegetable garden that I miss in my childhood brings me infinite interest.
Now, grandparents are also beginning to contact more new era technology. Although they are old, they are no longer suitable for such a large garden. But as my father said, Grandpa and grandma like this land, so dont let them down. Happiness is the most important thing.