Small courtyard

Although the grandmother's small courtyard is not as tall and tall as the new house in the village, it is so beautiful and so neat, but it is my favorite place to go, because when I come to this yard, I will feel a real touch, a trace of warmth, although the small courtyard has been After a long period of disrepair, but how many storms it has experienced in the past few decades, the wall of the bandit that surrounds the yard has fallen and fell, but once it has been renovated, it is still a quiet and quiet courtyard. Every time I feel here, I feel very quiet and peaceful.

Whenever the cuckoo evokes the awakening of the valley - Bugu - Bugu sounds, the grandmother's small courtyard has a vitality, and the industrious grandmother will open a thick firewood quilt covering the whole winter. A few days, those squeezing vegetables are green, and there is hope for life. Let's see! How tender it is, the tenderness is about to drop tears, the liquid juice is dripping on the heart of the person, letting people look at the sweetness in their eyes, they do not let each other grow faster and grow stronger. The flowers and plants around the vegetable fields have also come back to the endless release of the power of saving the winter. The branches of the lilacs squeeze out small buds, as if a doll just full moon is full of life. Small courtyard. The jasmine flower used its most influential yellow faint smile to welcome the spring breeze. Although the walnut tree grandfather never woke up, his original dull face also burst into green, seemingly In the middle of the pomegranate, there is a dazzling little greenery on the pomegranate tree; the poplar tree behind the courtyard grows the tender leaves of the size of the thumb nails. His straight body is like a group of young and youthful teenagers standing straight behind the house.

When the rape in the yard! Chinese cabbage! Spinach! Accompanied by our appetite spent the whole spring, when the tender thorns of the rose are gradually revealed, then the spring has quietly left, and the summer is coming.

The yard is a new look, the main position in the vegetable field to let the beans, beans, lentils snatched. Grandma had a tall, straight and thin bamboo raft on the ground early, waiting for them to climb up step by step; and every corner of the yard was planted with various kinds of melons, and the grandmother also took the rope early. Let them stretch the long posture. When the singer came to the phoenix tree behind the hospital, the squid in the vegetable field squatted and grew up as if the top of each bamboo pole was the end of their race; Grandma is the busiest time, every day, constantly watering the standard 'in the morning and evening,' and then loosen the soil, pick up... Finally, in the late June, they reached their peak, they competed to open the most brilliant flowers. Smiley to provoke bees to collect honey and embroider. Kidney beans use that pure white as a big skill, cucumber uses the hot yellow as a killer, and the beans are also a unique feature of using pure white. On a sunny afternoon, I often sit under the bean rack to help my grandmother choose a dish. When the vegetables are washed, the sunset is covered with green leaves, and the ground is covered with a streak coat. The small courtyard becomes peaceful in such an afternoon... The weather in summer is very varied. When the clouds were densely covered, it was known that heavy rain was coming. At this time, everything in the small courtyard seemed to have nothing to do with the body-building method; because there would be no cool breeze in such a hot weather; when the rain hits, the beans are big. The raindrops 啪 啪 啪 啪 打 打 打 打 打 打 ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨 雨The sound of the cockroaches falling down from the sky and falling down is getting smaller, and the raindrops are becoming sparse. It seems like a symphony... I like this subtle euphemistic style. Style, whenever I walk on the small road paved with blue bricks, I feel the cool gift of nature with my face, feel the fresh country air with my nose, listen to the sound of the rain and the leaves with my ears. Patter Patter, ticking, ticking, it seems to be a nocturne, then look down at the foot of the brick paved path, as if you are in the south of the river, although the foot is not a bluestone, although in the north, but so euphemistic Beautiful scenery, not Jiangnan is like Jiangnan...

When the small courtyard was gone, the small courtyard of the breezy came quietly, and the leaves on the bean rack were already dull. At this time, they should also withdraw and complete the mission of the summer. I look back, and when I look at the poplar trees behind the courtyard, the green color is mixed with yellow. It seems that green and yellow are integrated, but the boundaries are clear. From a distance, I look like a painting, which is really impeccable. When the autumn wind blows away the leaves of the trees, I think they are like butterflies, but when I reach out and catch one piece, I can’t help but feel a sense of sadness, but I don’t know why. There is a feeling of '黛玉葬葬花死残红'... Maybe I started to change from a naive boy to a sentimental girl. Looking back, I don’t have to think about it. Gong Zizhen has a poem saying that 'falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning it into a spring mud and protecting flowers'. I carefully observed this leaf, the yellow color above it is like a child. The oil paintings painted with yellow pigments are splashed with green paint. It is simple and beautiful. I carefully read the texture above, and think of something but I can't say anything.

When the north wind hit the window, the bare branches of the phoenix tree behind the courtyard, the flowers in the courtyard were moved into the house by the grandmother, and the small courtyard was visited in the winter. The small courtyard was empty and there were countless loneliness. When I feel that I should come to the small courtyard often to visit the lonely grandmother, I am a teenager who feels lonely in this situation. Isn't it worse for her elderly? When Winter Grandpa brought us a piece of snowflake, I felt that the small courtyard in winter had a monotonous side, but the biggest charm of it was the scene of the falling snow. At this time everyone felt very romantic. Infinite warmth is not it? The snowflake was gathered by the cold wind. At this time, the small courtyard snow fluttered, the north wind was Xiao Xiao, and the small courtyard was a vast sky. The snow stopped in the small courtyard full of pure white, giving people an infinite beauty. The snow on the low wall is like a rich foam. When you smell it with your fingers, there is no smell of soap, only pure beauty. .

Now, in my opinion, my grandmother not only has a small courtyard, she has four small courtyards with a verdant small courtyard, a prosperous small courtyard, a small courtyard, and a pure and romantic small courtyard.

At this moment, I love this small courtyard more. It is beautiful, it is beautiful, it is full of sincerity, it is more like me in Gemini - very fickle.

Shandong Tai'an Taishan District, Shandong Province, Tai'an Thirteenth Middle School, third day: Xiachen idle cloud