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 small and not very pretty. The beautiful butterfly is red, covered with gold powder. Dragonflies are gold and grasshoppers are green. Bees are buzzing, covered in fluff, and fall on a flower, chubby and round, just like a small fur ball, and stop 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, and 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 both cherries and plums don't bear fruit, I think they don't exist. When I was young, 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 elm tree calls first. When it rains, the elm tree smokes first. As soon as the sun comes out, the leaves of elm trees shine. They shine like mussels on the beach.

Grandpa was in the garden all day, and I followed him around. Grandfather wears a big straw hat and I wear a small straw hat; Grandfather planted flowers, I planted flowers; Grandpa pulls weeds, I pull weeds. When my grandfather planted Chinese cabbage, I was behind him, smoothing out the planted soil nests one by one with my feet. In fact, it's just fooling around. Sometimes, instead of covering the seeds, I kicked them away.

grandpa shoveled the ground, so did I. Because I was too young to carry the hoe pole, my grandfather pulled it off and let me shovel it with the "head" of the hoe alone. In fact, it's not a shovel, but it's 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 ear of grain as a weed and keep the green bristlegrass as the ear of grain.

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

I said, "Millet."

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

I said, "Yes."

I saw my grandfather still smiling, so I said, "If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you in the house."

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

My grandfather called me over and told me slowly that millet has awn needles, but green bristlegrass doesn't. It's just hairy, much like a dog's tail.

I don't look closely, but I just admit it. I looked up and saw a cucumber grow up. I ran to pick it and ate it. Before the cucumber was finished, I saw a big dragonfly flying by, so I left the cucumber and chased 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 then went to do something else. Pick a pumpkin flower, catch a green grasshopper, tie the grasshopper's leg with thread, and tie it for a while. Only one leg is tied to the thread, and the grasshopper is gone.

tired of playing, I went to my grandfather's place to make trouble for a while. Grandfather watered the vegetables, and I also came to water them, but instead of watering the vegetables, I took a water ladle and threw the water into the sky with all my strength, shouting:

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

The sun is very big in the garden, and the sky is very high. The sun shines brightly, 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 will make a sound; Call once or twice, as if the earth wall opposite will answer.

the flowers are blooming, just like waking up. Birds fly, just like wandering in the sky. The bug barked as if it were talking. Everything is alive. Do whatever you want. Whatever you want, you are free. Pumpkin can climb on the shelf if it wants to, and climb on the house if it wants to. Cucumber will bloom a flower if it wants to, and a melon if it wants to. If you don't want to, even a melon won't knot, a flower won't bloom, and no one will ask it. Corn can grow as high as it wants, and nobody cares if it wants to grow in the sky. Butterflies fly at will, a pair of yellow butterflies fly from the wall for a while, and a white butterfly flies from the wall for a while. Whose house did they come from and where did they fly to? Neither does the sun.

The sky is blue, high and far away.

here comes the white clouds, in large groups, floating over grandpa's head, as if they were going to crush his straw hat.

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

Evaluation: "Grandfather's Garden" is a painting with bright colors and rich fairy tales. This is the place where "I" lived as a child, which brought me endless fun. Not only the garden, but also my loving grandfather, who gave me freedom of mind, loved my mind and stretched my life.

Xiao Hong (1911~1942), a writer, took her pen name Xiao Hong and was originally named Zhang Naiying. In 1933, Xiao Hong published her first collection of works, Trekking, at her own expense. With the help and support of Lu Xun, in 1935, the famous work "Field of Life and Death" was published (using the pseudonym Xiao Hong). In 1936, in order to get rid of mental distress, he traveled to Japan and wrote prose "Lonely Life" and long poem "Sand" in Tokyo. He arrived in Hong Kong with Duanmu Hongliang in 194, and later published the novella Ma Bole and the famous novel Biography of Hulan River.