Grandpa's yard composition 1 Grandpa's house is a typical small rural building with two big yards in front and back. Grandpa's yard has four distinct seasons, birds and flowers, melons and fruits, and lush trees. It was my childhood paradise.
The front yard is full of all kinds of flowers, including impatiens, cockscomb and Chinese rose. They are colorful according to the season, decorating the yard like a fairyland on earth. There is a vine near the gate, and the vigorous vine climbs up the scaffolding. Whenever summer comes, palm-sized grape leaves are densely covered with the whole trellis, and the thick shade has faded. I love lying on the antique rattan chair under the grape trellis, shaking the big cattail leaf fan and eating the cool popsicle happily. This cool feeling is still the sweetest memory of my childhood.
There are two old osmanthus trees in the backyard, the trunk of which is as thick as my waist. In autumn and October, osmanthus trees are full of branches, emitting charming fragrance. Grandpa often sets up a small table under the osmanthus tree, teaches me to play chess and tells me legendary fairy stories. My grandmother collected sweet-scented osmanthus, dried it and made it into sweet Osmanthus Jelly, which was my favorite pastry when I was a child. There is a fat old hen under the tree, leading a group of lovely and lively chicks. Some of them are strolling leisurely, some are holding a slender earthworm with their companions, and some are rolling on the grass ... An old goose is flapping its wings and walking around the yard with its head held high, screaming with its mouth open, scaring the chicks to flee everywhere, as if it were the real owner of the yard. At this time, I became a righteous warrior, and threw myself at the Dagong Goose with open arms, scaring the Dagong Goose to flee everywhere, and finally fled back to his nest in despair. But I smiled happily, and the hearty laughter hung in grandpa's yard every day, like a string of sweet bells. ......
Year after year, I grew up. Later, because of studying, I couldn't go back to my grandfather's house often, and I haven't played in his yard for a long time. However, in order to keep the laughter I left behind, grandpa managed the yard very well. I love my grandfather's yard, because it carries my grandfather's deep love for me.
Grandpa's yard composition 2 Grandpa lives in the country, and his yard presents a unique farmhouse scenery.
In spring, impatiens opens its smiling face and blooms shyly in the gentle wiping of the spring breeze; Bees buzzed in and danced happily on impatiens. Of course, butterflies are indispensable for such a lively celebration. They put on beautiful dance skirts and flew in to help impatiens spread pollen.
In summer, grapes are wrapped around bamboo poles and climbed onto the scaffolding. Purple grapes are lined with green leaves, shining golden in the bright sunshine. Plus its round figure, it looks crystal clear and very cute.
In autumn, when the peanuts and sweet potatoes in the vegetable fields are ripe, grandma will pick them, put them in bamboo baskets and take them home to cook various dishes.
In winter, winter girl came to grandpa's yard in a white dress. The whole yard was covered with a thin layer of frost and looked clean and elegant.
As usual, chickens should be raised in the countryside, and grandpa's family is no exception. If you go for a walk in the yard, you will often see hens and cocks coming out with a group of chickens for food, which looks very leisurely. Cocks occasionally crow loudly twice, which is probably the order of their assembly. At this time, the chickens that are gossiping or eating insects will quietly gather together. Chickens are all raised by my grandmother, and she calls them back or feeds them on time every day. One day, grandma was not at home on a business trip, and grandpa was in charge of raising chickens. He looked at these fat chickens and came up with an idea: My wife is not at home today, so I will kill a fat chicken and cook it into soup to surprise my wife! When grandma came back, she found that her hard-earned chicken had been boiled into soup, so she shouted at her grandfather, "How did my chicken get killed?" ! What the hell is going on? Grandpa smiled and said, "dear wife, this is a surprise for you!" " "My grandfather is really a veritable old urchin!
I like the carefree and free life of rural people, and I love my grandparents more.
Grandpa's yard composition 3 I fell asleep and dreamed that it was raining heavily in the yard. The rain is really heavy. Dark clouds covered the sun and everything, and it rained for three days and nights at once. Grandpa and I hid in the yard to watch the rain. I asked grandpa: Why is it raining so hard? Grandpa said: Because rain is God's tears, God cried. Why does God cry? Because god is sad. I really can't think of what kind of sadness will make God cry for three days and three nights. Maybe the queen mother is dead. What else can make God like this? Grandpa doesn't know, but it's raining too hard. The rain finally stopped, and the wormwood in the yard began to grow wildly, growing to a height of more than one person, as if to pierce the sky and stab God's bedroom. Grandpa said he would catch a small snake for me. I lost sight of him as soon as he came in. I waited for a while and kept imagining the little snake in my mind, but grandpa just couldn't get out. So I went in to find him.
In normal times, I am very awed and afraid of that wormwood tree. When I entered there, it was like entering an ancient temple. I can't help but feel a little scared about children, but at this time I can't bear to be afraid. I gritted my teeth and plunged in. It turned out that my grandfather didn't go to find the flower snake at all, so he hid in the Artemisia grass next to the aisle, waiting to scare me. But I know nothing about it, and I'm still yelling at it. Bees buzzed and sparrows twittered and landed on the grass shoulders, as if there was no wind energy to shake them down. I walked in this grass with trepidation, a little scared. The impenetrable grass covered me.
Suddenly, my head moved and I jumped with fear. One more touch and the straw hat will be gone. I gave a cry, only to see grandpa coming out of the grass with a smile. It turns out that my grandfather is under me. All the doubts in my heart disappeared, but I pretended to be angry and walked angrily to my grandfather. But when he lowered his head and looked at me with a pair of smiling eyes, I couldn't help laughing, so that the birds in the sky shook and almost fell.
I woke up with a smile on my lips.