Jujube tree

There is a jujube tree in front of my house, listening to my grandfather saying that it was planted in my birth. I still remember that when I was just learning to walk, I held the thin trunk circle. I still remember that the kindergarten was running home and was smashed by the stone and hit the jujube tree. I still remember to climb to the jujube tree and watch him while playing hide and seek. Looking for me in a hurry, I still remember the sweetness of my mouth when I was eating dates in summer.

When I was young, the adults moved the small chair and shook the Pufan under the jujube tree. They talked about what kind of food was delicious. After a while, they talked about who the house is big and beautiful, and then who said it. Hey wife, can be beautiful... When I heard the annoyance, I jumped out of my grandmother’s arms and pulled a few small friends to play under the jujube tree. When I was tired, I would go home.

The longer the jujube tree is, the bigger and bigger I am. I am not as happy as I was when I was a child, but I am bored at home and still go out. Every time I went out and saw the leafy jujube trees, I remembered that when I was young, whenever I was at this time, I would hold a small smile on my lips.

I thought that the jujube tree will always be long and always grow with me. But this is just what I thought.

The jujube tree was sawn off because it was going to repair the road. So I can't see the spring buds of spring again, I can't taste the dates of the summer, I can't bookmark the leaves in the fall, and I can't build a snowman next to it in the winter. There is no way to achieve everything about jujube. I went up and looked at the remaining stumps. The circle of the rings witnessed its growth. It accompanied me through sixteen spring and autumn! Its roots are tightly tied to this land, and it is also tightly tied to my heart. That is a mourning that cannot be pulled out. My eyes are awkward, but I don't have tears. I know that even now, I must remember those happy times, those that are not soaked by tears.

When the fish swims to another river, they will remember the original home. When the bird flies to another sky, it will remember the original nest. The squirrel will go to another forest and remember the original tree. The rabbit will jump to another grass slope. Remember the original nest. The scenery in their eyes is the home of the soul and their home. The most beautiful scenery in my eyes is the tree, the jujube tree that grew up with me.

Sixth grade: Your sister's