Small grass slope in memory

Chinese is like water, how many things are blurred, but

Some things are still vivid, and the memories are still fresh.

I remember when I was young, my mom and dad were too busy, I took me.

Return to the country home. I am so happy, because at that time I thought that the family is the most fun.

The most profound impression is the one behind the house.

A small grass slope. In the summer, there is a lush wilderness there.

Grass and a variety of unknown small wildflowers. So, in the summer afternoon, I often take me to play. I am pulling in the grass

With a slap in the air, every time I was so tired and sweaty, I laughed. The setting sun set, the tree shadow was pulled long and long, and I went home with my sister. Looking at the setting sun that is gradually sinking, there is a feeling of incomprehension in my heart.

In the winter, there is no vitality on the small grass slope, a cold and lonely, inaccessible, only a few lonely sparrows fly back and forth. Whenever it snows, the grass is wrapped in silver and it is also fun. Every time it snows, I will pull the snowman on the grassy slope, but every time we are halfway, because it is too cold. So we started the snow, and it was only after sweating that we were happy.

Soon, I went to school and had to leave. When I returned to Xiaocaopo, I have already become a new house. I can no longer take the warm hand and walk on the grassy slope.

Hey, the small grass slope in memory ------