Grandpa grows vegetables in the garden, and I like to watch behind him, knowing nothing. Grandpa first divided the land into several pieces, and each piece of land was separated by clods raked out by a rake. I only remember that after grandpa sprinkled rapeseed, he had to step on the dense footprints with his feet.
From then on, I went to the garden every day to see if the seedlings had grown. I looked forward to it for a few days, and finally there were seedlings in the field. Small clusters of yellow and green seem to be together, and in a few days they will become one piece, countless, like thousands of twin brothers. Miao was just born. I can't say what I planted except the hairy shallots. I just want to ask my impatient grandfather. I dared to ask again, but I still didn't understand. The seedlings grow taller every day, and the leaves are wider and denser. Grandpa began to eat a dish. In this way, you can eat vegetables and let the remaining seedlings have room to grow.
Grandpa sees that I often go to the garden for fear that I won't let Miao Er in, but I always forget and can't help myself. I think this is a novel world and I've always wanted to see it. When I came out of the garden, my grandfather suddenly appeared in front of me. "Grandpa, I forgot again ..." I once again timidly and carefully closed the door of the vegetable garden. I was always scolded by my grandfather, but I always forgot. Grandpa planted eggplant at first, but later he stopped planting it, probably because of me. That's what my aunt told me a few years ago: eggplant seedlings are fresh and attractive, so I can't help picking them and eating them (I still like fresh and tender raw eggplant). It's dark and bright, with thin skin, and the meat inside is white, which is a bit sweet and astringent when you take a bite. Grandpa always blames me when he sees it missing, knowing that I ate it secretly. But I don't know how grandpa knows. Maybe he counted it. I put my hand on the ground, facing the sky, and took a bite at the top of each eggplant. Will it be less this time? Of course, the consequences can be imagined. I don't know how grandpa scolded me for this. Anyway, I haven't planted eggplant since I can remember.
I can't eat whatever I want, because my grandfather planted it, so I planted it myself. What can be planted? I can't grow my favorite eggplant. Think about it, you can always find melon seeds in an inconspicuous corner, whether they are "faded" or moldy. If such things can grow, then I can plant them. I'll just pick some big ones full. I forgot how I fought with my grandfather, who allowed me to plant a circle of melon seeds next to the fence. Just do it, and I will plant the big melon seeds I choose into the ground. I want to bury it deeply and hope to grow strong and tall; I thought melon seeds and seedlings emerged from the tip of the leaf, so I buried them in the ground with the tip of the leaf facing up, and I also learned to tread lightly with my feet like my grandfather.
Sowed seeds, but also planted hope. I come together every morning and go to the garden to see if the egg-yellow sun that has just emerged has changed and if the seedlings have exposed their heads. Three or four days later, the seedlings emerged from the ground. Unexpectedly, the root grew from the top of the melon seeds, made several turns and plunged into the soil. After two days, the root was firmly grasped and the diameter was straight. The seed shell is put on the soon-to-grow leaves like a small hat. The small hat falls to the ground in a day or two, and the seedlings grow two pieces of pale yellow Ye Er. Those deeply buried melon seeds took many days to drill out. This is all caused by inexperience. Shallow buried in the coming year, with the top facing down.
I know Miao Er needs to fertilize it, so that it can grow tall, strong and bear full fruit. At that time, carriages often passed by on the road in front of my house. I stared at the horse to see if it had pulled out its dung eggs. If there are, I will pick them up with a shovel and sprinkle two beside each seedling. If I can't see horse dung eggs for several days, I'll look for them on the north side of the railway. In this way, in addition to fertilization, I water the seedlings almost every day, expecting them to grow as tall as trees. Day after day, it grows taller than me, and the green leaves are like a big cattail leaf fan. Grandpa said that we should break off the redundant leaves below and let the seedlings of melon seeds grow a plate quickly. I don't know why, so I did it.
The yellow flowers on the tray gradually fell off, revealing full melon seeds. I planted this myself. I can't help but break the sunflower's neck, throw away the rotten flowers left on the tray and look at the neatly arranged melon seeds-more joy and pride are gained. Grandma will put the picked melon seeds in the dustpan to dry, and when they are dry, they will be dusted, and the "flat melon seeds" will be dusted out. On Sunday, I will fry my own seeds. Fried melon seeds also stir up the joy of harvest due to labor. When my friends come to see me, I will generously and proudly send them two pairs of fried melon seeds and tell them that I planted them myself. ...
Later, when my uncle reached the age of marriage, my grandparents spent money to build a house in the garden.
I was happy to have a new house then, but now I like that garden better. I really envy people who have gardens. They planted some green vegetables in the garden and picked them while eating. How fresh they are. Some people also plant some flowers and fruit trees, which are colorful and fragrant in the garden. I often want to tell people many times that I will go to the countryside for a lifetime when I am old. There'd better be a garden in front of and behind the house. On rainy days, how pleasant it is to plant some flowers, some grapes, set up a grape trellis, and drink tea or a bottle of cold beer under the tree! Besides planting some vegetables in the back of the house, I should also plant some fruit trees. I like to eat all kinds of fruits.